Sword.
In his mind, before the golden gate of flames, a True Spirit Sword appeared in Han Muye's hand.
No sooner had the sword appeared than the surrounding flames were immobilized.
With the sword in his hand, Han Muye moved, sweeping the sword edge horizontally, drawing billions of Flowing Lights, enveloping the figure before him. No matter how the figure in front fought or provoked with his sword, he couldn't break through at all.
"Impossible, how can the sword techniques of this world be so splendid and agile?"
"Wrong, this sword technique is incorrect, I don't believe I can't break this sword."
"You, who exactly are you? Even Yu Shaotang of the Heaven-Stabilizing Sword Sect couldn't make me unable to withstand a sword, who are you exactly..."
Before Han Muye, the figure holding the sword was suppressed by a single sword strike, unable to withstand his sword light no matter how he swung his sword.
