There was a faint sword intent gathered and condensed around Han Muye.
This was a dam, where both spiritual energy and soul power were sealed off. Even if facing a peak powerhouse, Han Muye was not afraid to fight with him.
With his divine beast Baxia's clone and his proficiency in swordsmanship, he had the power to fight even against such a formidable opponent.
Suddenly, the atmosphere within the void became tense.
A hint of ferocity intertwined, causing the chaotic power within the embankment to tremble.
It seemed that as long as a spark was ignited, this whole world would explode.
A moment later.
The expression on Marquis Zhenyang's face gradually softened from being stern to peaceful, and his aura dissipated.
"Not bad, you're very cautious."
Marquis Zhenyang looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.
Han Muye stabilized his aura but did not speak.
