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Such surging and immense power had not yet burst forth, but it had already stirred the power of heaven and earth.
If these Heavenly Demonic Beasts were to rush into the Arena of Strife, they could directly seize the Origin Force and then kill those elites from the Ten Thousand Domains.
This was to be the ultimate fate of the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms.
But Han Muye intended to change this situation with his own strength.
He raised his great sword.
The heaviest sword in the world blocked the void.
In that moment, Han Muye squinted his eyes.
In front of him, it seemed as if a mountain range appeared, with towers dotting its surface.
"Give me a chance, I have high comprehension,"
Standing in front of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect's gate, he pleaded in a low voice.
The scene before him swiftly transformed into countless streaks of sword light.
"Welcome the elder's return to Nine Mystic."
