Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

751 Killing Divine Lord Xuan Ming with One Strike, Suppressing the Dao Sects of the Eight Dongnan Counties (2)

Beside him, a middle-aged man in a green Daoist robe said in a low voice, “Senior Brother, what Senior Zhu Weiqiang said is right. Yuan Hezi sacrificed himself and incited the Daoist Sects to unite against a common enemy. The general trend has been established.”

The masters of Heavenly Mystic Confucianism were all outside the realm. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Daoist Sects could take down the Imperial City in one fell swoop and prosper.

At such a time, why does my senior brother, who has a profound cultivation base, have a solemn expression?

“Wen Mosheng can suppress the Heavenly Mystic for 10,000 years. How can he be so easy to deal with?” Divine Lord Xuan Ming shook his head and looked ahead.

“This Grandmaster Mu Ye is mysterious and unfathomable. His identity might be the head of the White Deer Mountain Academy. Today’s strike revealed his identity as an Immortal of the Western Frontier’s Sword Dao.

“He’s no longer hiding his identity. I’m afraid the situation isn’t in my favor…”

The situation isn’t in his favor?

The green-robed Daoist’s expression changed.

“Junior Brother, go back. If I die, the Dawn Dao Sect will seal the mountain and not come out. Let’s see what happens in 3,000 years.”

He took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice.

Die?

The green-robed Daoist’s face turned pale. “Senior Brother, you’re already at the peak of this world…”

“Peak of this world?” Divine Lord Xuan Ming shook his head and said indifferently, “You think too highly of me.

“There are countless experts in the world. I’m trapped in the Heavenly Mystic world and can’t see a bigger world in my life…”

After saying that, the endless spiritual light on Divine Lord Xuan Ming’s body turned into a golden phoenix.

“I, Xuan Ming, am waiting for Grandmaster Mu Ye here.”

His voice resonated for 100,000 miles. The world rumbled and endless astral winds surged!

Divine Lord Xuan Ming wanted to challenge Grandmaster Mu Ye!

The Daoist Sect experts who were halfway there stopped and looked at each other.

“Alright, Xuan Ming’s combat strength is already at the top of our Daoist Sects. If he takes down Mu Ye, it will save us a lot of effort,” the leader of the Dao comprehension cultivators said softly.

The others nodded and left.

For someone to take the lead, that was exactly what they wanted.

Divine Lord Xuan Ming’s challenge!

In the cabin, the expressions of the accompanying cultivators changed.

The joy of bathing in divine qi, the river that regained its vigor, and the fleet that was moving forward suddenly condensed and instantly froze.

“Divine Lord Xuan Ming, that’s a being that even Half-Sage Wang Muyang can’t defeat.” A great cultivator of Confucianism looked confused.

The others stopped talking.

What was there to say now?

The power displayed by Grandmaster Mu Ye was beyond their imagination.

Moreover, after two strikes, they understood that Grandmaster Mu Ye was a decisive person. He was definitely not someone who would retreat.

“Is this a power struggle?” A great cultivator looked out the window and asked in a low voice.

This was not just a Dao battle; it was already a battle of life and death.

In the 100-year Dao Competition, how tragic would it be when the Dao Ancestor transformed into the Dao?

“Zhihu, can he do it?” Yunduan nervously tugged at Huang Zhihu’s sleeve.

Huang Zhihu shook her head and muttered, “How would I know?”

That was an expert who had defeated a Half-Sage, a top-notch great cultivator in the world. Huang Zhihu was not confident that her foster father could defeat him.

“Back then, I remember that in the Ten Thousand Demons Mystic Realm, my foster father returned safely from the calamity of the destruction of the world.”

Clenching her fists, Huang Zhihu looked up.

“I hope he won’t lose.” Yunduan nodded and waved her arms. “If he returns victorious, I, I—”

Huang Zhihu turned to look at her and smiled. “What will you do?”

Yunduan blushed and lowered her voice. “I-I’ll reward him handsomely.”

Hearing this, Huang Zhihu scoffed. “You?

“Other than having a good body, what else can you offer? I don’t think much of your family assets.”

At this point, she paused and widened her eyes. “Yunduan, don’t tell me you want to be my foster mother? Don’t think about it. I only have one Aunt Wan.”

Yunduan blushed and was about to speak when she suddenly stopped.

At a distance, Han Muye, who was dressed in white and carrying a sword case, was walking in the air.

“Inform Lu Yang to annihilate Dongnan.”

Han Muye spoke calmly, then took a step forward and landed 100,000 feet away.

“Divine Lord Xuan Ming?

“As a great cultivator of the Heavenly Mystic, instead of contributing to the world, he intends to overturn the momentum of the Heavenly Mystic.

“What’s the use of keeping such a great cultivator?”

Han Muye’s voice was calm.

This voice resonated for thousands of miles, causing the clouds in the world to surge.

The expressions of the Daoist cultivators standing in the void changed.

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With a single statement from him, the world shook. This was an expert who was compatible with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth!

Divine Lord Xuan Ming’s expression changed drastically. He shouted in a low voice, “Let’s go quickly. Grandmaster Mu Ye has already controlled the power of heaven and earth and is supported by the Great Dao!”

The green-robed Daoist beside him turned around and left.

The Daoist flew a hundred miles away and turned around. He saw that his senior brother’s body was already wrapped in a sword light.

“On the shore of the earth is the land of the king?”

With a long shout, golden seals appeared in the 20 provinces of the Heavenly Mystic.

The power of the golden seal triggered the power of the mountains and rivers of an entire county and gathered into a huge shadow of the mountains and rivers.

At this moment, what enveloped Divine Lord Xuan Ming was not Han Muye’s sword, but the Heaven and Earth Great Dao of the Heavenly Mystic Realm.

Before the Great Dao, life and death were beyond one’s control.

Divine Lord Xuan Ming transformed into a golden phoenix and spread his wings, but he could not escape at all.

“30,000 miles east of the river into the sea, 5,000 feet high in the sky.”

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Between heaven and earth, a poem was recited.

The long river stretched for thousands of miles, and the mountain peaks were emerald green.

Heaven, earth.

Under the suppression of the power of mountains and rivers in the entire Heavenly Mystic world, Divine Lord Xuan Ming’s power condensed into a golden fire phoenix, crashing into the mountains and rivers.

However, the river surged and extinguished the flames on the phoenix’s body. The mountain crashed down, leaving the phoenix covered in wounds.

With a long cry, the phoenix turned into a golden ball of fire. The power of nirvanic extermination flashed and then erupted.