Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2088: 869, Three Breaths, God-Slaying Divine Beasts

As Han Muye’s words fell, the long spear emitted a pitiful Flowing Light, piercing directly through the large black bird.

The spear that penetrated the body of the large bird crashed upon a distant hill, stirring up a burst of scarlet explosive light.

The black bird screamed miserably, flapping its wings weakly, and after flying over a thousand feet, it fell to the ground.

Smoke and dust billowed.

The people of the Blazing Prairie Tribe were shouting as they ran toward the place where the black bird had fallen.

In the distance, the Black Tiger Demon guarding against demon beasts turned its head to look back, feeling a chill down its spine.

Had it not submitted earlier, would it have been dead by now?

Turning its head, it saw the Gray Wolf to its side, which was also looking at it with a face full of smugness.

So what if you are a divine beast?

Look how brave my master is.

By Han Muye’s side, those from the Huangyan Tribe all showed expressions of confusion and horror.

That was a divine beast!

Could the human race actually hunt divine beasts?

In the primordial world, it had always been divine beasts hunting the human race!

Zhu Rong’s uncle, Shi Cheng, trembled at the lips, unsure of what to say.

The little creature in the backpack poked its head out, then retracted it in fear.

Several auras stirred in the distance, ultimately choosing not to come forward.

This spear, no divine beast felt like it could withstand it.

“Boom—”

A booming sound transmitted over.

Then came Zhu Rong’s excited roar.

This was going to be a victory.

Shi Cheng shook his head.

His nephew wasn’t actually defeating a divine beast, it was that the divine beast had lost its battle intent from the spear just now.

In a confrontation, the side without battle intent was bound to be defeated.

Indeed, moments later, the booming sounds dissipated, and the light of blood essence and flames slowly faded.

Zhu Rong, dragging his hooked spear, walked back with a reluctant expression on his face.

On him, the fierce Flame Power had yet to dissipate.

“That guy was too fast, I couldn’t keep him.” While coming up to Han Muye, Zhu Rong spoke with reluctance.

This guy actually wanted to keep a divine beast.

Shi Cheng flashed a grin, saying nothing.

The other people of the Huangyan Tribe laughed along.

The Black Tiger and Gray Wolf, dragging a few demon beasts’ bodies, approached.

In the distance, members of the Blazing Prairie Tribe had already started to carry the long spear thrown by Han Muye and the large black bird that was shot down, slowly making their way back.

Seeing the large black bird, Zhu Rong’s eyes sparkled.

“Brother Han, this big bird is really something, this blood essence, if eaten, is definitely nourishing.”

He now had Origin Force on him and was more sensitive to the power of divine beasts than others.

And he could also refine the bloodline power of divine beasts.

“Let’s go check how many tribespeople are left in the Huangyan Tribe.”

“If the Flying Cloud Beast has already perished, this little one will be hard to keep.”

Han Muye turned his head to look into the distance, speaking aloud.

His words made the people of the Huangyan Tribe rush off hurriedly.

Their fellow tribespeople were still being hunted by demon beasts.

Zhu Rong nodded, mounted the Black Tiger, and charged forward with a shout.

The other tribespeople looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

“You guys take this black bird and this little one back.” Han Muye reached for the long spear and turned his head towards the Gray Wolf.

“Let it carry them back.”

After speaking, holding the long spear, his form shifted and he was already ten thousand feet away.

“Boom—”

A howling sound came from the void.

This was the sound of the air being shattered.

The speed was too fast.

Seeing this, the people from the Blazing Prairie Tribe happily had the Gray Wolf carry the divine black bird back, safeguarding it in the backpack, and returned to their own tribal settlement.

Han Muye did not head in the direction of the Huangyan Tribe but headed towards another direction.

Zhu Rong and the others could not sense it, but Han Muye was different.

At this moment, he could sense that thousands of miles away, a fierce battle was unfolding.

A battle of divine beasts.

At least five divine beasts.

Not like the black bird just now, which had only a trace of the Divine Beast Bloodline, but real primordial divine beasts with complete Divine Beast Bloodlines.

Han Muye raised his palm, and a faint spiritual light flickered in his palm.

This spiritual light was just drawn out from that little creature in the backpack earlier.

This strand of spiritual light now truly directed him towards the battlefield of the divine beasts ahead.

His speed maximized, the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to break through an illusory portal.

The primordial world was too stable. Otherwise, with Han Muye’s current speed, he could have crossed the void directly and broken through space.

The faster the speed, the greater the spatial pressure naturally.

He felt the bloodline power in his body being squeezed by space, beginning to roar endlessly.

The Dragon Crocodile Power, which had not yet fully fused, and the re-sublimated Kui power, both began to condense again.

His physical strength seemed to be burning, purging impurities and retaining only the true essence.

This burning of impurities was not something ordinary, but Origin Force.

The speed of Han Muye’s frantic dash sparked spiritual light in his eyes.

So that’s how it is!

There are billions of origins in the world, not every origin can be cultivated to the most powerful.

Only those very few origins can support cultivation to the end.

Moreover, every plane has its supporting origin, and the origin power that matches this plane can exert its maximum power in it.

That is the overlord level.

What was burning on Han Muye at the moment was an origin that could not be utilized in the Desolate Wilderness and had little value. What remained was the strongest origin in him.

Such burning was like refining weapons.

After thousands of refinement, what remained was the true essence.

“Boom—”

The roaring sound ahead had already thundered.

Han Muye’s figure shifted and stopped on a Bright Mountain granite.

Around him, the power of qi and blood condensed into a spiraling blood-red dragon, slightly trembling around him.