Chapter 1093 - 1093 Fourth Hall, Zhanshen!
1093 Fourth Hall, Zhanshen!
Whether it was Zhang Zhenbiao and the others who had followed Han Muye, or Zhu Yong and Gong Shu opposite Han Muye, they did not expect Han Muye to be so direct.
“”Good, this is the peerless sword immortal of the Trial Grounds!”
Zhu Yong shouted loudly, and a sword light soared from his body.
Gong Shu also laughed and raised his sword, colliding with Han Muye’s dazzling sword light.
“Clang—”
The sound of the sword resounded for thousands of miles.
Zhang Zhenbiao and his group couldn’t see anything in front of them, only a bright light.
The explosive vortex caused by the collision of the swords enveloped them and dragged them dozens of miles away.
“So this is a true master of the sword… ” Zhao Chen looked up, watching the three sword lights in front of him colliding like tornadoes, stirring up surging immortal energy.
Behind him, Elder Chu nodded with a complicated expression.
“With such cultivation, they are no ordinary sword masters,” murmured Zuo Baichou with a glimmer in his eyes. “This is… a sword immortal.”
Achieving immortality through the sword path.
Although Han Muye had not yet achieved immortality, his strength was no different from an immortal.
When one person battled against the powerhouses of the Xuntian Hall and the Zhantian Hall, how could he not be called a sword immortal?
“Boom!”
In front of them, the three long sword lights collided, dispersing into countless sword shadows that filled the sky.
The raging sword light illuminated the ever-changing expanse of the heavens.
Zhang Zhenbiao squinted his eyes, staring at the scattered sword lights, and muttered, “So that’s how it is.”
Zuo Baichou nodded. “This battle has shaken the entire wasteland, and it’s Han’s way of asserting dominance over all factions in the wasteland.”
No wonder Han Muye drew his sword so decisively.
What could be more awe-inspiring than the current monumental battle?
From this day forward, Han Muye would have a place in the Yunteng Wasteland!
“Brother Zhang, I’ve always been curious. With your qualifications as the guardian of a major city, why did you come to the Yunteng Wasteland with Brother Han?”
Zuo Baichou turned to look at Zhang Zhenbiao and asked, “And why serve as his assistant?”
Outsiders didn’t know about Han Muye’s encounter with Wang Minghe after breaking out of the Trial Grounds.
But Zhang Zhenbiao, Zuo Baichuan, and the others knew.
With a surviving Pioneer’s Decree in his hand, Wang Minghe appointed Han Muye as the pioneer guardian of the Yunteng Wasteland.
This Pioneer’s Decree dated back hundreds of thousands of years when the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect and the Blood Battle Sect competed for territory.
The Mystic Spirit Sword Sect issued a hundred Pioneer’s Decrees to recruit powerful individuals, successfully seizing half of the territory from the Blood Battle Sect’s grasp.
The enmity between the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect and the Blood Battle Sect was also established at that time.
Later, these Pioneer’s Decrees were gradually recalled and became rarely known in the Fuyu Immortal Realm.
However, since the Pioneer’s Decree was issued by the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, it was always recognized.
As long as one held the Pioneer’s Decree and expanded the territory beyond the direct control of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, they would be acknowledged and protected. If necessary, the Sword Sect would even provide support.
The Pioneer’s Decree of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect was considered a rare treasure by various forces in the Fuyu Immortal Realm.
Wang Minghe had this decree in his possession and handed it to Han Muye, allowing him to become a distinguished disciple of the Zhenxuan Hall in the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect. He was entrusted with this decree to pioneer and expand the Yunteng Wasteland.
According to Wang Minghe’s plan, Han Muye had to leave the Yuze Province and the areas completely controlled by the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect to have a chance to soar to the sky.
Otherwise, as an elite genius, he would inevitably be embroiled in the conflicts of the Zhenxuan Hall and the Zhenhuang Hall, facing constant disturbances and too many constraints on his cultivation.
Han Muye also didn’t want too many entanglements, so he took the Pioneer’s Decree and left Yuze Province directly.
As for the favor owed to Wang Minghe, he would repay it when the opportunity arose.
“Some people are destined to become peerless powerhouses,” Zhang Zhenbiao murmured softly, his gaze fixed on the constantly colliding sword lights, intertwined between illusion and reality.
“I believe my choice won’t be wrong.”
He tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, then relaxed it.
“Brother Zuo, aren’t you making a similar choice?” He chuckled and turned to look at Zhao Chen. “And you, betting your future and fortune on this?
“You severed ties with your father. Aren’t you afraid he’ll send people to break your legs?”
His words made Elder Chu behind Zhao Chen, as well as the people around them, smile.
Zhao Chen nodded, his expression serious. “I’m afraid I won’t succeed if I don’t go all out and risk breaking my legs.”
The Jujin Trading Company had also invested a lot this time. Not only had their young master sent it over, but he had also quietly sold half of the entire trading company’s assets and handed them to Zhao Chen.
Although Zhao Chen’s father was the head manager, the Jujin Trading Company wasn’t controlled by just one person.
From this perspective, the Jujin Trading Company had placed its bet on Han Muye.
Either Zhao Chen would soar to the sky alongside Han Muye, and the Jujin Trading Company would prosper along with it.
Or everything would be lost.
Zhao Chen looked at the collision of the magnificent and dazzling sword lights in front of him and turned his head slightly.
Whether it was himself or Zhang Zhenbiao, the trial disciples, Zuo Baichou, and the Wanshen Trading Company behind him, even Wang Minghe himself, who didn’t place their bets on Han Muye?
Thinking about betting, a thought flashed through his mind as he looked up at the shining sword lights in the sky.
Those two powerhouses, the Xuntian and Zhantian Halls, probably didn’t just block their way and inquire about how deep Han Muye had ventured into the Trial Grounds, right?
Perhaps, like himself, they had come to place their bets too!
Even the Xuntian and Zhantian Halls thought highly of Han Muye!
Zhao Chen’s mouth curved upward, and he noticed that Zuo Baichou beside him had the same smile.
Indeed, great minds think alike.
“Boom!”
The three long sword lights collided once again, causing the immortal energy within thousands of miles to tremble and ripple.
The influence of the sword light affected the forces of heaven and earth. On the wasteland, many cultivators and hidden demonic beasts in various places had already started to panic.