Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion



"It's over…"

On top of the city wall, an old man with a head full of white hair and wearing tattered armor, wore a look of despair on his face.

It wasn't just him. On the city walls, many people had a sense of regret and loss in their eyes.

Yesterday, Yunlan Sword Immortal's departure from the city to battle had boosted morale throughout the Immortal Burial City.

Even if the city walls were under continuous battle starting today, as long as the morale remained high and rotations continued, the city walls wouldn't be in great danger.

But now, Yunlan Sword Immortal had left the city, leading over a thousand sword cultivators to battle outside.

If they all perished outside the city, it would be a massive blow to the Immortal Burial City.

Look, how strong Sword Immortal Yunlan was, and yet, in the end, he only lived for one day?

Today, with Yunlan Sword Immortal dead outside the city, the morale in the city would drop, and it was likely that all the cultivators on the city walls would have to face death again.

"This kid is really not giving us any peace…" Immortal Lord Hu Yuan, who was far away in the central hall of the Immortal Burial City, muttered. He turned his gaze to the Immortal Lord Zi Yu.

Invincible Han was his junior, so he wouldn't just stand by and watch, right?

"Old Sun, this kid is a little wild. Doesn't he remind you of yourself back in the day?"

Behind the city wall, Spirit Sword Golden Immortal in a grayish-black robe also muttered, his gaze landing on Han Muye and the other sword cultivators.

"Boom—"

In front, 1,200 sword lights shattered the illusory figures surrounding the city walls and crashed down on the ground outside.

When the 1,200 sword lights landed, six of them remained suspended in the air.

The sword light formed a formation and transformed into a blood-colored sword that looked like a battle flag.

The longsword soared through the air as if it was challenging him.

"Roar—"

Outside the city, countless roaring Immortal Slaying Envoys roared and rushed towards the sword formation.

The black-armored God Clan army in front shifted their positions and began to press forward.

The momentum rolled forward, and an endless pressure descended.

Han Muye, holding the longsword, had a calm expression in his eyes.

Behind him, the five sword immortals with long swords in their hands had indifferent expressions.

The battle yesterday had already dispelled the fear in their hearts.

Below, 1,200 sword energies stood still, waiting quietly.

Only the sword projection that shot into the sky tore through the air.

10,000 feet.

5,000 feet.

1,000 feet!

The Dark Demon Beasts charging at the front were already 300 meters away from the sword formation.

However, the solemn sword cultivator did not move at all.

Outside the city wall, the atmosphere of the battlefield was so strange that it made one's heart palpitate.

What made these 1,200 sword cultivators brazenly die?

What made these 1,200 sword cultivators so fearless in such a desperate situation?

Could it be that Yunlan Sword Immortal really had a backup plan?

"Today, if these 1,200 sword cultivators die because of Invincible Han's arrogance, he will be a sinner."

On the city wall, someone gritted his teeth and looked at the sword formation that was about to be swallowed.

He did not dare to step out of the city wall to save them.

On the city wall, no one dared to.

Yesterday, an Immortal Lord attacked. Everyone had attacked with passion.

Today, the God Clan's military formation was in front, and there would definitely be a God Clan general leading the army at the back. Even Immortal Lords probably wouldn't leave the city.

In such a situation, everyone could only watch helplessly as the sword cultivators outside the city were crushed into dust.

"Invincible Han, I hope your reputation as invincible is not for nothing…" An old man holding a sword stood on the city wall, the sword in his hand trembling continuously.

With great fear before death, he did not dare to leave the city.

He admired these sword cultivators who had stepped out of the city wall. He did not want them to die before his eyes.

But in this situation, what could he use to survive?

"That kid moved." In the void, it seemed someone whispered.

Moved.

Above the sword formation, Han Muye pointed his sword forward.

"Formation."

He muttered.

With that said, a formation disc that was 10 feet wide, appeared under the feet of the 1,200 sword cultivators below.

The jade-colored formation emitted a divine light that instantly enveloped everyone.

"Bang!"

The Dark Demon Beasts rushing forward collided with the formation's barrier, shattering it with a resounding explosion.

Formation.

Each of the 1,200 formation disks was a powerful defensive array.

With so many formations overlapping, even a Golden Immortal would find it hard to break through.

But these formation discs were worth millions of spiritual rocks each.

1,200 of them amounted to 120 billion?

On the city wall, everyone was dumbfounded.

Was he burning money?

"Break."

Han Muye's voice sounded again.

In front of the 1,200 sword cultivators, black lightning pearls appeared.

"Damn, those are Heaven Shaking Pearls!"

"This… isn't this something that's only used in major battles?"

"Each one costs 300,000 spiritual rocks, isn't he just throwing money around?"

Countless exclamations came from the top of the city wall.

In everyone's eyes, the black Heaven Shaking Pearls were pushed out.

"Buzz!"

An oppressive lightning was brewing and expanding.

The 100,000 feet of space in front of him began to collapse.

"Boom—"

The world collapsed.

Endless black lightning scattered and shattered, wrapping the Immortal Slaying Envoys in front and tearing them into pieces.

Golden lightning and golden divinity intertwined, turning the space outside the city into a golden hue.

This attack had killed at least 100 Immortal Slaying Envoys.

As for the Dark Demon Beasts, there were probably more than a thousand of them.

This was a feat only achievable in a major battle.

Before the cultivators on the city wall could recover, Han Muye's voice sounded again.

"Attack."

Attack!

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved forward.

The six Sword Immortals formed a formation and advanced.

The 1,200 sword cultivators standing on the formation discs below moved forward, forming a conical battle formation.

Then, crossbows appeared one after another.

"F*ck, Sky-Breaking Crossbow!"

On the city wall, Spirit Sword Golden Immortal exclaimed.

"Geez, is this kid really going all out?" Immortal Lord Hu Yuan, who had landed on the city wall, grinned and rubbed his hands as he looked ahead of the city wall.

Over there, it seemed that there was a power brewing in the void.