Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1333 - 1333 Suppressing the Holy City Alone, Meeting Li Mubai Again

1333 Suppressing the Holy City Alone, Meeting Li Mubai Again

On the head of the 30,000-meter-tall Dragon Sculpture Beast, Han Muye stood tall.

One person, one beast, facing a city, there was actually a feeling of overwhelming dominance in the air.

“Who is this?” Someone in the city looked at Han Muye in fear and whispered.

Many people quietly moved out of the city.

Was there really someone in the world who could suppress the Holy City alone at the level of the powerful Dao?

The surging qi and blood power on the Dragon Sculpture Beast’s body made one’s body freeze even through layers of light screens.

If this beast charged into the city, who knew how many people would die in one strike.

On the city wall, the expressions of the ferrymen and elders of the Nether River Holy City changed. For a moment, they did not know how to answer.

Such a lineup was just to come knocking on the door to collect debts?

The divine soul array protected by the entire city rose, and all the experts ascended the city wall. Alert sounds rose from all directions in the city, and countless cultivators prepared to risk their lives.

It was already like this. Could Jin Zhu end it?

If he had said earlier that it was for the golden pearl, would he have rushed up like this?

Qu Qian took a step forward and said loudly, “Ahem, well, Fellow Daoist Han, of course I’ll return the golden beads. Not one less, not one less.”

Han Muye nodded and raised his hand. The seven-headed dragon statue beast under him turned into a golden light, then revealed the appearance of a cold young man in a black robe.

Beast transformation!

How powerful of a beast is this?

Han Muye and Han Qi flew down and collided with the layers of light screens.

Han Muye raised his hand and pressed his palm down.

“Pa!”

A golden bolt of lightning tore through the light screen and shattered the void within a radius of 100,000 feet.

“Hiss—

“What a powerful technique!”

There were low cries from the top of the city wall.

The power displayed by this strike was vast and powerful, making one’s heart tremble.

The power of lightning was profound and mystical. It was a fear that came from the bottom of his heart towards the ferryman of the Nether River who grew up in the Nether River.

After tearing open the light screen, Han Muye and Han Qi landed on the city wall.

“Where’s Brother?” Han Muye looked at Qu Qian.

Qu Qian was slightly stunned and quickly whispered, “Fellow Daoist Han, let’s talk in the city.”

His gaze swept across Han Qi, who was following behind Han Muye.

The others also subconsciously looked at Han Qi.

This was a powerful seven-headed Dragon Sculpture Beast.

The person in front of him had actually subdued the seven-headed Dragon Sculpture Beast.

It was unknown if it was a blessing or a curse for such an expert to be in the Holy City.

Han Muye’s gaze swept across and he nodded as he moved forward.

Everyone nervously welcomed Han Muye and Han Qi to the city hall.

The light array in the city slowly dissipated.

All the cultivators were at a loss.

Where did the Seven-Headed Dragon Sculpture Beast go?

Who was the person standing on the head of the Seven-Headed Dragon Sculpture Beast? Where had he gone?

Why did this person come to the Holy City?

Countless questions were in their minds. Some people carefully ran out of the city, while others looked curiously at the main hall in the city.

In the hall, Han Muye stood in the middle. A few smiling Nether ferrymen in white robes stepped forward.

Small bags were handed to Han Muye one by one.

Golden pearl.

The remaining 6,000 golden pearls from the sale of the Heaven-Breaking Crossbow were sent over.

“Fellow Daoist Han saved the Nether River Boat and sold such a precious treasure to us. You’re a friend of the Nether River Ferryman race.”

The old man who spoke exuded a mysterious soul power. As it surged, it seemed to want to break through the void.

Another old man raised his hand and handed over a greenish-black jade token.

“This is a token of my Holy City, representing the identity of the ferryman of the Nether River.”

Han Muye unceremoniously put away the jade token and golden beads, then said, “Where’s Brother?”

In the hall, everyone turned to look at Qu Qian.

Here, only Qu Qian was familiar with Han Muye.

Qu Qian walked forward and said in a low voice, “Fellow Daoist Han, Fellow Daoist Zhenxiong and the others went to challenge the altar holy land to obtain the power of the Holy City.”

Altar Holy Land?

Han Muye frowned.

As he frowned, Han Qi’s tyrannical blood essence surged behind him.

The atmosphere in the hall instantly became tense.

The Nether River ferrymen Elders looked at each other. The white-robed old man standing in front said, “Fellow Daoist Han, that’s their choice, and it’s also the place where all the cultivators who came to the Holy City seek opportunities.”

The Holy City Altar is the gateway to the Holy Land.

That was the source of the Nether River’s power.

As long as he cultivated there, he would be recognized by Minghe. It was not a dream to see through life and death and regain his vitality.

Holy Land?

Han Muye’s eyes shone with a deep divine light.

The so-called holy land was probably the place connected to Immortal Venerable Minghe .

It was unknown if it was the place where Immortal Venerable Minghe was suppressed or where his body fell.

However, no matter where it was, Han Muye knew that after the First Elder refined Immortal Venerable Minghe, the Holy Land had probably become a dangerous place.

It was unknown if Huang Six and the others could obtain opportunities there, but there would definitely be danger.

“Holy Land.” Han Muye looked at the ferryman Elder in front of him. “If Sixth Brother is in any danger, I’ll tear down your city.”

As he spoke, the air around him turned icy.

Han Qi’s eyes shot out golden light. Golden light flickered, causing countless soul power in the hall to collide.

Han Muye didn’t need to do anything. Han Qi alone could kill everyone present.

The strength of the Seven-Headed Dragon Sculpture Beast was not something these Nether River Ferrymen could withstand.

“Fellow Daoist Han, no matter how good or bad, it’s up to Fellow Daoist Zhenxiong and the others.” Qu Qian’s face was pale as he tried his best to resist the soul suppression of the seven-headed Dragon Sculpture Beast.

“We told them about the dangers before they went.”

Han Muye turned around, killing intent condensing in his eyes as he stared at Qu Qian. “Then did you tell them that the so-called opportunities in the Nether River were all propagated by Ke Shou’en for the sake of refining the Immortal Venerable into the Soul Sealing Banner?”