The other experts who had opened their divine power meridians immediately turned around and fled when they saw him.
Those otherworldly cultivators all called him the black-robed God of Slaughter.
Han Muye did not interfere with Yang Mingxuan's condition.
Although sword cultivators did not advocate killing to condense combat power, Yang Mingxuan was an exception.
If Yang Mingxuan wanted to stand out during the Nine Sects Competition and fulfill Yang Dingshan's last wish, he had to have the determination and methods of a madman.
As if sensing Han Muye's gaze, Yang Mingxuan looked up and forced a stiff smile.
Han Muye nodded and turned his gaze to everyone standing below.
"Everyone, you've worked hard to raise the reputation of the Nine Mystic Sect during the reorganization.
"Two years have passed. It's time to leave."
As Han Muye's voice sounded, everyone's eyes revealed a trace of confusion.
Two years have passed?
