Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1230 Immortal Burial City (10)

Numerous black 100-foot-tall battle puppets were stationed on the city walls, interspersed with cultivators.

These cultivators emitted dim immortal light, dressed in various shattered armors, wielding weapons or magical treasures, surrounded by an aura of bloodthirst.

Each strike was executed with the utmost efficiency.

Beyond the city walls, there were phantoms.

These figures seemed ethereal, reminiscent of the ancient demons Han Muye had seen before.

However, it was evident that these void creatures were far more formidable than those ancient demons.

Each phantom flew as swift as the wind, its long claws leaving brilliant trails on the city walls with every flash.

Such a strike, if in the immortal realm, could rupture space, at the very least comparable to a Void Refinement Realm attack.

These powerful phantoms were densely packed beyond the city walls, countless in number.

Among them were towering, robust beings covered in dark-blue battle armor.

Their expressions were ferocious, wielding broad-bladed swords dozens of feet long or massive war hammers. Every swing carried a formidable force that howled like a tearing tempest, seemingly ripping through heaven and earth.

Only the black battle puppets could withstand these powerful beings. The cultivators would retreat upon encountering them, avoiding a direct confrontation.

If it were just these two alien races, the dangers on the city wall would not be too great.

The most terrifying thing was the flash of saber light and spells.

Just like the recent slash that tore through the sky, it was unleashed by the figure in a black robe standing in the void.

As if sensing Han Muye's probing, the black-robed figure holding the long blade raised his hand, revealing a smile.

His blade shimmered with blood-red hues and divine radiance.

Divine race!

Han Muye had encountered them in the memories of the long swords. These ruthless beings enveloped in divine light, hailing from the Heavenly Cycle Divine Realm.

They appeared human, but their cultivation methods differed, accumulating divinity within them, measuring their strength with divine power.

The slash that tore through the void from the divine being's blade was equivalent to a Golden Immortal's power, yet it was still not considered a formidable attack among the divine race.

It was said that the divine race possessed beings who could condense a divine heart, condensing their vital essence into a radiant star. Descending from the heavens, they were akin to meteors obliterating the world.

Facing such a cataclysmic force, the combined power of the entire Burial Immortal City was needed to counter it.

"That's the frontline battlefield," Sword Immortal Qingshui, Chen Sishui, said softly. The longsword in his hand shone brightly.

Though the others remained silent, their battle intent surged.

They had come, so they would fight.

Han Muye's figure flickered as he soared into the sky.

Behind him, the five sword immortals' sword lights formed a line.

Sword formation.

"Kid, be careful."

In the void, the voice of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal sounded.

The voice sounded like the clash of iron and gold, carrying genuine concern.

"Even the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal is speaking up, who is this person?"

"I think he's a sword cultivator. Reinforcements have come recently, right?""Seems like a sword cultivator. Have reinforcements arrived recently?"

Divine thoughts interweaved above the city walls.

More divine thoughts enveloped Han Muye and his companions.

Humans, demons, otherworldly beings, and the divine race were all present.

Stepping through the barrier between realms, an endless blend of bloodthirst and resentment surged forth, accompanied by an immensely heavy pressure from the heavens and earth.

The six streams of sword light descended upon the city walls.

Finally, they understood why Heavenly Immortal-level strength was required for the frontline battlefield.

Without such strength, even the pressure would be unbearable, let alone resisting the aura of bloodthirst.

Coming here would be akin to seeking death.

Han Muye and his companions arrived on the city walls, and the black-armored puppets around them naturally made way, creating a space of about 30 feet.

"Get closer. Don't rush forward. If you can't block it, retreat. The God-Slaying Puppet Fighter will fill the gap," a black-robed Immortal Cultivator, whose patterns could no longer be seen and whose spear was blood-red, turned around and whispered.

Fragments of divinity coalesced around him.

"Don't rush to pick up these trinkets. Beware of remnant souls and dark demon beasts." The black-robed cultivator continued to speak as he raised his spear and deflected a sudden appearing phantom with a swift jab.

This was a dark demon beast.

Similarly, a Daoist held a long banner on the other side, without speaking. He simply took a small step, closing the three-zhang gap toward Han Muye and his companions.

Han Muye nodded and said softly, "Thank you."

He held a long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was pressed against the limestone on the city wall as he dragged it step by step.

The friction produced a long trace.

The other five sword immortals didn't need to speak; their steps were coordinated and silent as they advanced.

"Swoosh!"

A black phantom materialized in front of Han Muye. Its dark claws lunged toward his head.

Crimson eyes, narrow pupils, a sharp visage with small, pointed teeth.

Han Muye raised his head, meeting the gaze of the Dark Demon Beast.

His sword remained lowered in his hand.

"Clang—"

A sword light pierced out from his shoulder and blocked the long claw that was grabbing at his head.

Bai Yue Sword Immortal Bai Tu's sword.

"Swoosh—"

A sword slashed down from behind Han Muye, sweeping towards the Dark Demon Beast's neck.

The sword of the Wind Spirit Sword Immortal, Su Jian.

Silently, a sword appeared on the back of the Dark Demon Beast and slashed down fiercely.

Clearwater Sword Immortal, Chen Sishui.

Three swords attacked.

Two swords defended.

The sword in Han Muye's hand did not move.

"Pa!"

The Dark Demon Beast's long claws were shattered, and there was a sword mark on its neck and its back was pierced.

A gray divine essence, the size of a fingernail, fell and broke into several smaller beads.

"Your coordination is not bad. It seems that you have mastered it," a Daoist holding a long banner muttered.

Not far away on the city wall, many cultivators turned slightly to look in their direction.

The seamless cooperation between them during this sword exchange was truly remarkable.

"Not bad, as long as they hold their ground, avoid clashing with the Immortal Slaying Emissary and the divine race, they'll survive." A heavily armored man carrying a three-pointed, two-edged spear commented, stroking his chin and speaking softly.

"The Sword Sect has finally sent some decent disciples." An elderly man holding a golden gourd that spewed flames mumbled. He was about to continue, but his eyes widened suddenly.

"Is he mad?!"

"This… Is he seeking death?"

In everyone's eyes, Han Muye took a step forward and stepped on the shattered pearl, crushing it into powder. Then he took another step and stepped out of the city.

Exiting the city!

"Come back quickly!"

"Once you leave the city, you will be surrounded by Dark Demon Beasts!"

"Be wary, the Immortal Slaying Emissary might target you!"

From the city walls, cries of concern rang out.

Han Muye raised his sword without looking at the circling phantoms or the hulking giants charging with massive hammers. He pointed his sword at the black-faced divine being wielding the long blade.

"I'm coming." He whispered and the sword in his hand emitted a dazzling, illuminating sword radiance.