Han Muye also smiled.
Yes.
The Sword Intent and Dao Intent of these cultivators would be left behind, and he would slowly comprehend them in the future.
With these marks of intent, he wasn't far from truly transforming a sword into 10,000 swords!
He had boasted that he would transform one sword into 10,000 swords to challenge the Eastern Sea.
"Boom!"
Han Muye's sword light collided with the sword.
A magnificent light and shadow exploded.
The ferocious tiger sword aura behind Tuoba Cheng dissipated, and the snowy mountains above Deng Chungang's head shattered.
Han Muye spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Western Frontier elites below turned pale.
In the distance, a long roar tore through the void with a loud sword light.
Daoist Ju Shi held his sword and looked down at Han Muye. He sneered. "The aptitude you're so proud of is gone.
"Your cultivation has also been crippled by me.
