Chapter 186: Han Muye Alone with a Sword, Huang Six is Possessed

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Brother.

Han Muye, who was suspended in mid-air, had a bright light in his eyes, and his white hair fluttered in the wind.

He had not slept for five days and four nights. He had spent five sword intents to travel 180,000 miles. Wasn’t it so that he could see Huang Six alive today and hear him call him “brother”?

At this moment, he felt as if his entire body was transparent, as if the world in front of him had become colorful.

Looking at the distant sky, Han Muye had a thorough comprehension.

Only by having a desire in his heart could he obtain the Great Dao.

Cultivating, cultivating the sword, was all for this carefree feeling!

“Boom—”

As Huang Six slashed down, the fog in the forest slowly began to dissipate.

The array formation was broken.

The cultivators in the fog were in despair as they ran out crazily.

The red-armored soldiers were not as many as they had imagined. Although their combat strength was strong, they could not stop tens of thousands of cultivators.

The red-armored soldiers scattered in the forest prepared to form a military formation. Before they could gather, they were knocked away and scattered everywhere.

“You have a death wish—”

The black-armored old man holding a spear roared angrily, and the shadows of demonic bulls rose around him.

The spear in his hand turned into a black stream of light and repelled the fleeing realms again.

Strong.

Extremely strong.

He was at least at the fifth level of the Golden Core Realm.

However, those realms did not fight with him at all and fled in all directions.

If they escaped from the forest and met up with the Southern Wasteland’s reinforcements, they would be able to survive.

Standing on the top of the tree, Tang Chi stared at Han Muye.

He did not expect Huang Six to break the fog array.

This array formation was the inheritance of the Central Continent and used by the Red Flame Army to kill enemies. No one in the Western Border should be able to break it.

He did not expect Han Muye to arrive at this time.

In the Nine Mystic Mountain Hall, Sect Master Jin Ze had decided that Tang Chi would be in charge of these reinforcements. Han Muye should not have come here.

His plan was flawless. All the traitors were killed. His blood essence refined the seal under the Cloud Nest Mountain Range and broke the passage between heaven and earth.

The rebels of the Red Flame Army left the Western Frontier and had nothing to do with him anymore.

In front of the Heaven and Earth Tunnel, the top experts of the Western Frontier’s Southern Wasteland stopped and discussed peace.

All the merits belonged to Tang Chi.

But.

“Boom—”

In the distance, the rumbling from the direction of Fengshou Mountain grew denser and closer.

The Southern Wasteland army was coming.

Before the Southern Wasteland army arrived, this place was a mess. Tang Chi’s reputation as an immortal was ruined.

Everything shouldn’t be like this!

“Han Muye, so you’re the one who really betrayed the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.” A faint sword intent rose from Tang Chi’s body.

Earth Realm Spirit Awakening cultivation, condensing sword intent.

Apart from being good at scheming, Tang Chi also had true combat strength.

The second direct disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect relied on strength.

He unsheathed his sword, the blade cold.

“Han Muye, are you helping these traitors leave? You’re a traitor of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect!”

With a long sword in hand, Tang Chi’s figure flashed and landed 30 feet in front of Han Muye. He stabbed out with his long sword.

The sword light was fast and sharp.

The spiritual energy within a hundred feet was sucked dry by the sword light, turning into a sword light that pierced towards Han Muye’s chest.

This strike had condensed sword intent.

Such sharpness caused the world to change colors!

Retracting his gaze from afar, Han Muye exuded an indifferent aura.

He turned around and looked at Tang Chi’s sharp sword.

“Swordsmanship from the wood lineage?”

Without changing his expression, Han Muye shook his head and said calmly, “I thought you would use the Red Flame Army’s sword moves.”

The Red Flame Army!

Han Muye knew about the Red Flame Army!

Tang Chi’s body trembled and the sword light became even sharper.

He could not let anyone know what he was hiding!

The sword whistled, green light flashed, and the astral wind turned into a line.

Tang Chi’s swordsmanship had reached the point where he could condense sword qi into sword threads and circulate them freely.

He was really a powerful sword cultivator.

In the distance, the cultivators who came with him heaved a sigh of relief.

So this was the strength of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s younger generation elites.

Such a sword technique could allow one to fight above their level!

Han Muye’s expression was indifferent as he looked at the murderous sword light in front of him and gently raised his hand.

Sword intent lingered on the Green Destiny Sword.

There was a splash of cool water.

However, this was not a real splash. Every clear water droplet was a sword qi that could kill.

Tang Chi’s sword light hit the water and was wrapped by it.

Clouds and mist!

The collision of the two sword intents caused clouds to fill the sky!

Layers of water light rushed into the sky, using the clouds to stack up and transform into a cloud dragon that crashed down.

The sword light that Tang Chi thrusted was difficult to withstand. Now that it was struck by the cloud dragon, it trembled and rolled before dissipating.

The water swirled and turned into a bright star that pressed down on Tang Chi.

“Water Moon Sky?”

Tang Chi was a little stunned.

This sword technique was the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Water Lineage Sword Technique.

Isn’t Han Muye the caretaker of the Sword Pavilion?

How did he know the sword technique of the water lineage?

Could it be that the Water Lineage Grand Elder, Zhang Zhihe, is Han Muye’s master?

No wonder Zhang Zhihe was unwilling to teach him swordsmanship back then.

Just as the water was about to touch his head, Tang Chi was thinking very deeply.

He was used to exploring the truth behind the facts.

“Boom—”

The water light collided with Tang Chi’s sword light.

The water splashed and Tang Chi was knocked a thousand feet away.

His face was pale as he stared at Han Muye.

He was the second direct disciple, an Earth Realm expert.

He was confident that among his peers in the Western Frontier, there were only a handful of people who could suppress him in terms of sword cultivation.

Even Li Three was looked down on from the bottom of his heart.

She was just a sword maniac.

There were very few people in the Western Frontier who could compare to him in terms of intelligence, cultivation, and swordsmanship.

All along, Tang Chi only had one goal.

As the sect master of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, he would lead the sect to prosperity.

He felt that even Sect Master Jin Ze was lacking in boldness.

Therefore, Tang Chi did not hesitate to borrow the strength of the Red Flame Army’s rebels this time.

He wanted to settle everything in one battle and let the entire Western Frontier know his reputation.

But now, he could not even withstand a single strike from Han Muye!

The sword-watcher of the Sword Pavilion in front of him exuded sword intent and a sharpness that he did not dare to look at.

A Sword Caretaker was actually so powerful!

Han Muye pointed the Green Destiny Sword at him and said indifferently, “You have no fighting spirit and no spirit in your sword. Tang Second, you’re not worthy of being a sword cultivator.”

He originally thought that Tang Chi, who was second in the line of succession and full of schemes, was a big shot.

So much for that.

Han Muye felt a little disappointed.

No fighting spirit in the heart, no spirit in the sword?

Tang Chi’s face was pale and his hand trembled.

Could it be that he was so vulnerable in front of Han Muye?

Below, countless cultivators widened their eyes.

Earlier, did Tang Chi lose?

He was a genius of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, an existence among the juniors. How could he be defeated just like that?

One strike!

‘Who the hell is that?’

“Boom—”

Figures fled.

It was the Western Frontier cultivators guarding Fengshou Mountain who were fleeing in defeat.

The front line of Fengshou Mountain had been defeated.

Further away, rolling demon clouds swept over, filling the entire sky.

That tyrannical aura that seemed to come from the ancient times swept across the world!

A great demon of the Southern Wasteland!

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and the sword light instantly flew into the void with a ten-thousand-foot-long stream of light.

With the sword in hand, the blood boiled!

What was the point of losing to Tang Chi?

If he wanted to fight, he would fight the experts of the Southern Wasteland and protect the peace of the Western Border!

This was a sword cultivator!

Above Han Muye’s head, the sword light turned into dazzling stars.

At this moment, no power in the world could compete with this sword light!

“Hum—”

The 10,000-foot-long sword light drew a 30-foot-deep sword mark on the mountain!

“Reform the front.

“Kill those who cross this line in the Southern Wasteland.

“If any Xijiang cultivator dares to cross the line and defect, kill him.”

His voice was cold and sharp as a sword.

Han Muye’s sword gleamed.

The Xijiang cultivator, who had already fled behind the sword mark, turned around and looked at Han Muye, who was standing in the air.

No one spoke.

They walked to the sword mark and formed a battle formation.

Escape?

Where could he escape to?

Ten thousand feet away, the great demons of the Southern Wasteland stopped their demon clouds.

The sword light just now was too sharp, so they had to be careful.

At the edge of the forest, the rebels, who were originally happy to see the demon army swarming over, stopped in their tracks.

With the sword light in front of them, they did not dare to take a step forward.

Han Muye stood in the air with his sword.

In front of him was the Southern Wasteland Great Demon.

Below him, the defeated troops of the Western Frontier began to gather.

Behind him, the traitors slowly gathered, but they did not dare to move forward.

Beside the forest, Huang Six raised his sword and turned to look at Daoist Feng Xu.

His sword shone with an unusual halo.

“I’ll give you one last chance. Let Sister Ping go.”

Daoist Feng Xu looked at the demons of the Southern Wasteland in the distance and then at the more and more rebel cultivators gathered around.

He hesitated.

At this moment, Huang Six gave him the feeling that a volcano was about to erupt.

“Release?” An old man in a black robe laughed. He raised his hand and slapped Lu Qingping’s head.

Lu Qingping stared at Huang Six and smiled. She closed her eyes gently.

The moment she closed her eyes, the suppressed power in Huang Six’s eyes exploded.

The soaring demonic aura transformed into a black dragon that roared at the sky!

The golden spiritual light on Huang Six’s body intertwined with the black demonic flames, turning into a strange light.

“You want to kill her?”

Huang Six’s voice seemed to come from underground, bone-chilling.

The sword in his hand shone with an indescribable grayish-black light.

“Slash—”

The sword was countless times faster than the black-robed elder’s palm as it slashed down.

The black-robed old man paused for a moment before shattering into pieces.

“Demonized!”

In the distance, the black-armored elder holding a spear widened his eyes and trembled.

“How is that possible? The inheritance of the Heaven Mystic Demon Dao has never been a demonic technique…”

He wanted to go forward, but he hesitated. In the end, he quietly retreated to the edge of the forest and hid himself.

Being stared at by Huang Six, Daoist Feng Xu felt that every inch of his body was about to be crushed.

His face was deathly pale as he slowly stepped back.

Huang Six dragged his sword and walked forward.

When Lu Qingping opened her eyes, there was only Huang Six in front of her. His face was slightly pale and he was grinning.

Lu Qingping raised her hands that were locked by the runes and wanted to touch Huang Six.

Huang Six laughed and took a step back.

The demonic flames that he had tried his best to suppress rose again.

“Hum—”

A trace of blood surged in Huang Six’s eyes.

“Brother Zhenxiong.”

Lu Qingping called out, and Huang Six’s eyes instantly became clear.

“Hehe, Sister Ping, I’m here.”

Huang Six reached out, his palm trembling. In the end, he held Lu Qingping’s palm.

He released his sword.

The sword fell to the ground and turned into Gao Xiaoxuan, who was wearing a white robe and holding a little white fox.

“Are you Sixth Sister-in-law?”

Gao Xiaoxuan went forward and circled Lu Qingping a few times. He underestimated her and said, “I thought Sixth Sister-in-law is beautiful. How else can she make Sixth Brother chase her so desperately?”