Chapter 285: Unsheathed Sword, No Regrets about Life and Death!

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The sword light exploded!

The meteor shattered!

The land rolled like waves!

Using the Heaven and Earth powers, Star Point was like the falling of a star. With a single strike, the ground cracked.

It was impossible for an Earth Realm expert to have such power.

Even a Heaven Realm expert below the second level of the Nascent Soul realm could not break through thousands of miles in one go.

Between heaven and earth, smoke and dust filled the sky.

The dark Broken Soul Wasteland turned yellow.

There was an earthy smell.

This aura had not spread in the Broken Soul Wasteland for countless years.

This was the aura of the earth, the aura of life.

With one strike, the entire Black Spirit Valley was smashed into the ground.

No matter how many experts they had, they would all turn into powder.

These evil cultivators who cultivated soul resentment should have such retribution.

The clouds rolled, and endless vibrations spread out from the wasteland.

Outside the wasteland, the expressions of the experts who were waiting changed and they quickly retreated.

This impact was too strong, causing the phenomenon and the power of the earth lineage to change. Be it the Earth Realm Soul Awakening or the Meridian Opening Realm, they were both suppressed by the will of the world at this moment.

The wasteland rolled, and the Western Frontier shook.

Western Frontier, Spiritual Dao Sect’s base.

The continuous green mountains were surrounded by immortal energy.

“Dong—”

In the sky, a mighty bell rang.

Then, at the top of the mountain, a golden light screen shone down, enveloping the entire sect within a radius of hundreds of miles.

The moment the light screen scattered, the world rumbled, and the ground shook as if the world was about to collapse.

In the light shield, in front of a magnificent hall, several old men in green robes stood side by side.

In the lead was an old man with a white beard who stared at the surging dust in the distance and said in a deep voice, “The Western Frontier is shaking. With such a battle, he should at least have the combat strength of a Heaven Realm expert.”

Who in the Western Frontier did not pay attention to the battle in Black Spirit Valley?

As the number one sect in the Western Frontier, the Spiritual Dao Sect knew the current situation very well.

It was also because he understood that this half-step Heaven Realm Spiritual Dao Sect Elder was shocked.

On the other side, a middle-aged man with a purple Dao crown on his head said with a smile, “It’s indeed reasonable for our Spiritual Dao Sect to suppress the Nine Mystic Sword Sect for the past thousands of years.

“The inheritance of the Sword Pavilion of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect has really broken the rules of the cultivation world.

“Sixty years to condense a sword and fight a Heaven Realm expert.

“If such an inheritance really prospers, how can other families survive?”

Many people nodded at his words.

The Spiritual Dao Sect, the Tai Yi Sword Sect, and the Shangyang Demon Sect had always had a tacit understanding to suppress the Sword Pavilion.

The inheritance of the Sword Pavilion had never really prospered.

Today, it seemed that he was right.

How long had Han Muye been in the Sword Pavilion? Yet he already had such combat strength.

If there were a few more Han Muye in the Sword Pavilion, wouldn’t the Nine Mystic Sword Sect have the final say in the Western Frontier?

“Hehe, fortunately, Han Muye is alone.” The Daoist standing in front smiled and said softly, “Besides, how much combat strength does he have after today’s battle?”

Cultivation in the Sword Pavilion was all about exchanging soul sword qi for combat strength.

Back then, Han Muye became famous on the Cloud Nest Ridge. Apart from his unparalleled talent in the Sword Dao, path of the sword, and way of the sword, he also relied on his soul sword qi to join forces with Tu Sunshi to fight the demon experts.

Han Muye’s cultivation was not worth mentioning.

His soul sword Qi had been exhausted. With his Sword Dao, path of the sword, and way of the sword. Even if he could fight above his level, he would only have the combat strength of the Earth Realm Meridian Opening Realm.

At this level, he was not too bad among his peers.

However, there were countless people in the entire Western Frontier who could defeat him.

Even if Han Muye survived that day, he would still be a mortal.

A Daoist looked around and said softly, “Do you think the Nine Mystic Sword Sect deliberately made Han Muye cripple his cultivation to reassure our Spiritual Dao Sect?”

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect had done this many times.

In the eyes of the Spiritual Dao Sect, the actions of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect were like a gecko with a broken tail. It always felt that it was smart and could escape suppression by hurting itself.

Actually, all these years, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had never really risen.

“Let’s wait for the First Elder to make a decision,” someone said calmly.

First Elder.

Myriad Transformation Sage.

He was currently in seclusion.

At this moment, in the secret room at the back of the Spiritual Dao Sect, Perfected Myriad Transformations, whose spiritual energy was surging, slowly opened his eyes.

Green spiritual light flickered in his eyes.

“Sword Dao, path of the sword, way of the sword, Immortal Han Muye?

“Back then, when my incarnation died in the Green Wheat Mountain, why do I feel that it has something to do with this person?

“Unfortunately, I couldn’t sense any incarnation information from the sword technique I used back then.”

Traces of spiritual energy intertwined on Daoist Myriad Transformations’ body, as if it was going berserk uncontrollably.

The death of his incarnation had done him a lot of damage.

“The Western Frontier, the Heavenly Mystic World. Even if my Spiritual Dao Sect wants to leave the Western Frontier, we can’t leave empty-handed.

“We have to take what needs to be taken and kill what needs to be killed.

Daoist Myriad Transformation raised his hand, and a green spiritual light covered the space in front of him.

There was no hurry.

When he came out of seclusion, it would be time to sweep through the Western Frontier and plunder resources.

….

On a cliff in the Western Frontier.

An old man in a black robe looked into the distance.

Over there, smoke and dust rose, wanting to cover half the sky.

This place was too far away from the Black Spirit Valley. He could only feel a slight vibration and the rising smoke and clouds. He could not feel anything else.

The old man’s eyes were deep as he whispered.

“Dayan?

“This kid can be so tough sometimes.

“I’m also very curious about what kind of junior can make Dayan submit.

“Back then, this kid looked down on everyone except Master…”

Looking at the distant smoke and dust, the old man turned and looked at the mountains behind him.