Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

714 Six Stalwart Pavilion, Sword Pavilion Inheritance

He looked at the blood-colored pavilion from the outside, but when he entered, it looked simple and unadorned.

Tables and chairs, murals, potted plants, screens.

The green wooden stairs extended to the second floor.

Han Muye walked forward with his sword in hand. The assassins gathered in the hall in front of him stood up one by one.

The figures who barged in through the surrounding windows had killing intent in their eyes.

“Buzz!”

Several blood-colored spiritual lights attacked from afar.

“Creak—”

The ear-piercing sound of a long bow being pulled back sounded as a long arrow pointed at Han Muye’s head.

The dark sword Qi quietly attacked without any sound of wind.

Spells, long-range attacks, and dark swords.

As expected of the Life Seizing Tower, which was adept at assassinations. They attacked in an instant, advancing and retreating calmly.

Han Muye’s expression did not change. He just raised his hand.

He thrusted his long sword forward, breaking the blood-colored imprisonment spell.

The tip of the sword twisted and broke the arrow.

Returning his sword, he broke three thin long swords.

With a wave of his hand, the broken swords landed in his palm.

“Liu Jian, 32 years old. Entered the Life Seizing Tower at the age of seven, killed 78 people, and injured 26 innocent lives. Dammit!”

His long sword carried a clear sword aura as it slashed through the neck of a middle-aged man in black.

“Zhu Dingsi, 46 years old, eighth level of the Meridian Opening realm. At the age of eight, you entered the Life Seizing Tower and killed 163 people, injuring the innocent. The two of you saved seven of your colleagues in the Life Seizing Tower. The flaw in your sword technique is that you are three points slower. Remember not to hesitate in the future.”

He raised his sword and swept it. The sword light threw a middle-aged man in green out of the window.

“Hu Ke, the sin of killing is serious. Die.”

The sword light pierced through the chest of a ferocious old man opposite him.

Those who did not injure the innocent would not die, and those who killed would not be spared.

Wherever the sword light passed, the assassins’ expressions changed.

Some people looked hesitant, some gritted their teeth, some had fear in their eyes, and some were at a loss.

“Clang—”

A sword broke, and the young man holding the broken sword knelt on the ground.

Han Muye’s sword pressed against his neck, and the cold sword intent made his scalp tingle.

“Bai Yulang, do you remember the fishing village on Gulang Island?”

Han Muye’s voice was indifferent, but it made Bai Yulang, who was originally horrified, look confused.

“Gulang Island…

“Kill, they were all killing.

“They killed my father, my mother, and my sister. Only Ergou and I were left. They brought us here to the Life Seizing Tower…

“I-I can’t die! I want to live and watch the Life Seizing Tower get destroyed!

“Kill, kill, live…”

Han Muye’s sword had already left Bai Yulang’s neck. Bai Yulang, who was kneeling on the ground, was still waving the sword in his hand and gritting his teeth, as if the person standing in front of him was the owner of the Life Seizing Tower.

In this world, was there anything more terrifying than facing death?

There was.

The human heart was unpredictable.

The assassins who originally wanted to fight to the death began to waver.

Is it worth it?

What’s the purpose of my life and death?

Am I the one whose sin of killing is very serious, or the one who still has a chance to live?

Are my memories hazy like Bai Yulang’s?

Their beliefs collapsed in an instant.

“Buzz!”

The sword in Han Muye’s hand vibrated and whistled as he flew straight to the second floor.

The assassins on the first floor no longer had any fighting spirit.

“Hmph, chase after them and kill—” Before the gray-robed elder could finish speaking, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He turned around and saw many murderous gazes.

“You, you are going to betray…”

“Slash—”

Bai Yulang’s broken sword pierced his chest.

Who said that a broken sword could not kill?

Killing an assassin whose strength was secretly suppressed by countless people was easier than killing a chicken.

Bai Yulang, covered in blood, burst out laughing. Holding his broken sword, he rushed up to the second floor of the Life Seizing Tower.

The others hesitated and slowly gathered on the second floor.

“Boom!”

On the second floor, a loud explosion sounded.

Han Muye laughed and pointed his sword forward.

In front of him, dozens of old men with calm auras were sitting or standing, holding swords in their hands, or pinching talismans with their fingertips.

Every one of them was an expert.

It was not that their cultivation had reached the Heaven Realm, but that each of them had fought through life and death, and their auras were stable.

Such people could not be swayed by a few words and their beliefs would not crumble.

They only believed in themselves.

The moment Han Muye thrusted his sword, a few experts joined forces to stop him.

“I have a sword move called Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.” Slowly raising his sword, Han Muye restrained his aura.

“This sword technique is not for cultivating endlessly. It is only for the sword cultivators of the world to open up a path to heaven.”

Sword light condensed and gathered 10,000 rays of light.

At this moment, Han Muye felt overwhelmed with emotions.

No wonder Wen Mosheng guarded the Heavenly Mystic for 10,000 years.

No wonder Master Mo Yan could create this Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.

He had traveled through many realms and stepped into various worlds, be it the Suwei World, the Desolate Wilderness, or Scattered Stars Island.

No world could really allow one to cultivate freely.

Only the Heavenly Mystic Realm was a place for people to be unrestrained and focus on cultivating techniques and swordsmanship.

Therefore, the literary aspects merged with the Great Dao to protect the Heavenly Mystic.

Therefore, Marquis Wu’s true body was sealed away and would never leave.

Therefore, the Heavenly Mystic Dao Ancestor used the Dao to fight for the great calamity and transcend the Heavenly Mystic Great Era in order to rise!

At this moment, when Han Muye stabbed out with this move again, he completely understood.

In the Heavenly Mystic World, the battle for the Great Dao was predetermined!

It was like a scholar carrying a sword and running amok in the Central Continent. It was like 10,000 swords returning to their origins and spreading their name to the Eastern Sea. It was like the Divine Dao Investiture of the Deities breaking the countless foundations of the No Resentment Realm.

If the Heavenly Mystic World achieved greatness, it would definitely become another paradise for cultivators in the world like the return of the myriad swords!

“After the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, it’s time for one sword to turn into 10,000 swords,” Han Muye muttered. The sword body flickered with a bright stream of light. With a slash, the 10,000 swords turned into a torrent!