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A streak of sword light crossed the sky, rendering it unbearable for anyone to look directly at.
Han Muye's black and white sword light embodied life at a creator level and death that surpassed even that level.
Any of these two powers, on its own, could make the Divine Realm bow its head, let alone now that the forces are intertwined?
Refining himself with the Power of the Eddy of God, every bit of strength needed to be strived for with utmost effort, to aim for a Creator Level, every bit of his resources had to be exhausted.
For the current Han Muye, he has always been poor.
Lacking resources.
When the sword light struck down, Godly Venerable Wu Yuan turned tail and fled.
He wasn't foolish, to directly confront a Sword God like Han Muye while at his own Divine Realm strength was simply seeking death.
But he wanted to leave, Han Muye would not let him.
This was a being from the Divine Realm after all, possessing unimaginable resources.
"Boom—"
