Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1587: Killing an Immortal Venerable (3)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The scene made everyone in front of the light screen pause for a moment.

“This, haha, interesting, the grand array intentionally favors him.”

“With this tree here, not to mention 10 breaths, even 100 or 1,000 breaths might be blocked.”

Many people laughed as they watched the two figures in the light screen engage in combat.

Xiang Liuyun’s gaze fell on Han Muye’s feet, nodded, and raised the long spear in his hand, saying in a deep voice, “Be careful.”

This behavior was quite righteous.

Han Muye stood rooted to the ground with his hands behind his back, his expression unchanged.

Xiang Liuyun’s long spear instantly thrust out.

With the thrust of the spear, the entire mountain range shook.

“Boom—”

The heavens and earth collapsed, the mountains crumbled!

The void was torn into countless rifts, and golden lights intertwined among them.

This attack surpassed the strength of all previous clashes!

“Immortal Venerable!” Outside the light screen, someone exclaimed.

Only an Immortal Venerable possessed such overwhelming power!

The one who challenged with a voice was clearly an Immortal Venerable!

Who could have expected that such a powerful Immortal Venerable had been hiding, all for this one strike!

“Duck! ”

“l can’t take this shot!”

“Get out of the way!’

On the shattered mountain range, everyone exclaimed.

If Han Muye died, they might be free, but they might also be buried with him!

Who knew what rules this array had now?

Under the pressure of the collapse of the world, the space around Han Muye shattered inch by inch.

He was surrounded by shattered space that turned into chains, locking him layer by layer.

At this level, he couldn’t even dodge a single bit!

Han Muye stood there, with a confident and calm expression from before.

But he was now imprisoned and couldn’t change or express his emotions.

Before the Immortal Venerable, everything fell silent.

Xiang Liuyun chuckled, and the spear’s blade extended inch by inch.

30 feet.

10 feet.

Three inches!

The spear stabbed Han Muye.

The tip of the spear pierced through his clothes.

An inch.

“Hmm?”

Xiang Liuyun was stunned.

Couldn’t pierce through?

The spear actually failed to pierce Han Muye’s body.

Not to mention a human body, even a world would shatter at the touch of this spear, right?

He exerted force in his palm and pressed down again. It seemed that it still could not pierce through.

What he saw was Han Muye’s smiling face.

There were probably not many weapons in this world that could truly harm his body.

The Primordial Chaos Armor could only be broken by the most powerful divine beasts from ancient times.

With Baxia’s bloodline, even if he had not completely refined the dragon crocodile tail into his body, it was still the body of a primordial overlord.

Apart from the strongest overlords of the ancient era, no one could destroy the dragon crocodile’s body.

Not even those powerful beings who broke through the Primordial World in ancient times could do it.

Han Muye stood there, motionless, while Xiang Liuyun’s long spear pierced his chest.

To outsiders, it seemed that the two were clearly acting.

Acting in a play that couldn’t deceive anyone!

“Fellow Daoist, 10 breaths have passed.”

Han Muye spoke softly, reaching out and gently gripping the spear’s shaft.

10 breaths!

Just 10 breaths, not an eternity.

The long spear thrust, touching Han Muye’s chest, and in a moment, 10 breaths passed.

But this thrust was from an Immortal Venerable!

In the hands of an Immortal Venerable, 10 breaths should be enough to destroy a world!

Inside and outside the light screen, there was not a sound.

Everyone stared in amazement at Han Muye and the Immortal Venerable facing each other.

“Go to hell—

Suddenly, Xiang Liuyun shouted, withdrew his long spear abruptly, and then thrust it out, turning into a sky full of clouds.

Divine light exploded, and the heavens and earth overturned!

This was the means of an Immortal Venerable!

With this thrust, the surrounding hundred miles were covered in endless clouds, each strand a golden spear.

The endless mountain range shattered.

The bodies of the Immortal Lords standing on the mountains shattered and turned into beams of light.

Even Han Muye in front of him also turned into fragments.

“Boom—”

The world within a hundred miles collapsed.

Inside the light screen, everything returned to nothingness.

The Divine Source Heavenly Palace Master, standing in front of the light screen, burst into laughter.

However, in the next moment, all the images dissipated. In the light screen, Han Muye and Xiang Liuyun were still standing opposite each other.ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovelEnglish.net

Xiang Liuyun’s face turned red, tightly gripping the handle of the spear in his hand.

However, the spear slowly whipped forward.

In front of him, Han Muye held the spear shaft in his hand, with a calm expression.

An Immortal Venerable couldn’t pull back his own long spear!

An Immortal Lord actually, relying on the power of his flesh, triumphed over an Immortal Venerable!

This scene caused everyone outside the light screen that had just been shocked by the scene of the world shattering to reveal stunned expressions once more.

How could this be?

An Immortal Venerable should be an Immortal Venerable…

“Yes, it’s the grand array. This array has bestowed power upon Han Muye!’ someone exclaimed softly.

“Just now, it was the great array that deliberately confused the scene. I reckon that it was toying with Divine Source Heavenly Palace!” Someone showed a smile that was difficult to suppress.

The scene they had seen before was extremely shocking—the destruction of the heavens and earth with a single blow from an Immortal Venerable. Of course, that scene still couldn’t compare to the current scene’s shock.

An Immortal Venerable couldn’t pull back his own long spear.

“Fellow Daoist, didn’t you say that after ten breaths, you would submit?” Han Muye spoke calmly, looking at Xiang Liuyun.

Xiang Liuyun’s body trembled and his face turned pale.

He was in the realm of an Immortal Venerable.

He was the supreme powerhouse in the world.

Even if an endless force pressed down during the Grand Summit, an Immortal Venerable remained an Immortal Venerable.

Taking a deep breath, Xiang Liuyun raised his hand, and his palm slapped

toward Han Muye’s chest.

A faint red flame appeared in his palm..