Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2024: 837, Gather millions of sword cultivators, unleash only one sword_2
His body, originally at the threshold of Immortal Venerable realm, solidified his cultivation abilities. With each quiver of his form, golden light condensed into an outer protective armor.

The moment this person made a move, countless voices rang out above the heavens, as numerous figures surged down.

Cultivators, although mostly composed, also have moments of madness.

Faced with an opportunity, they would fight to the death.

The world of cultivation is all about struggle.

If you don’t compete today, there will be no chance tomorrow.

A blood pearl that could save one a million years of arduous cultivation was right in front of their eyes. If they didn’t take it directly, did they really expect to use their cultivation abilities to snatch a first-grade Heavenly Bead?

Good things are always meant for the strong, for the elites.

No matter where, the truly good things will never be obtained by ordinary cultivators.

Today, these thousand blood pearls, once missed, there would never be another chance.

“Buzz——”

The thousand blood pearls in the void were divided up completely.

No one hesitated anymore, all exerting their full strength, following behind those peak powers towards the sword array.

At this moment, in front of the two massive sword arrays above Nine Mysteries City, several figures stood solemnly.

Chen Shaodong’s gaze shifted to Huang Zhihu, who was clad in light red black armor, and he greeted her with folded hands, “Chen Shaodong pays his respect to Great Senior Sister.”

“The master said, I’m not familiar with commanding the sword array. He told me to hand over the command to you when I see Great Senior Sister.”

As he spoke, he condensed a phantom three-foot-long sword in his hands and presented it to Huang Zhihu with both hands.

Huang Zhihu’s expression remained unchanged as she reached out and took the long sword, saying indifferently, “Good.”

This was confidence.

As Han Muye’s adopted daughter and the top disciple of the sect, Huang Zhihu, who had always been Han Muye’s spokesperson, possessed an effort and talent unimaginable to outsiders.

No one knew how much she had sacrificed over the years, controlling such a massive force.

No one knew how she had cultivated her sword and formation skills to an unsurpassable level in the mortal world, commanding unbeatable battle formations across the myriad worlds.

Taking over the long sword that gathered the power of Lingxiao Sword Sect’s sword array, Huang Zhihu silently sensed the explosive power contained within. Then in her other hand, a black long sword appeared.

The Heavenly Profound Sword.

Its style was unmistakably that of the Heavenly Profound Sword, once representing the controlling identity within the Nine Mystic Sword Pavilion.

This sword symbolized the commanding status of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

The moment the long sword appeared in Huang Zhihu’s hands, an instant of solemnity befell all the sword cultivators of Nine Mysteries City.

Whether it was the disciples below or Instructor Lin, Disciple He Xuanqi and others standing mid-air, they all straightened their bodies.

“Since leaving the Profound Heaven World, this sword has appeared three times,” Old Master Qin Suyang remarked, with a glint shining in his eyes.

Next to him, Xu Zhi’s face was full of anticipation, and he chuckled, “Once to break through the Immortal Realm, once to challenge the War God Realm, and once, to assume command over the Desolate Heaven Territory.”

“With this sword in Huang Zhihu’s hands, it signifies a battle of life and death.”

“To win would mean a great prosperity for the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”

“To lose would mean the extinction of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”

Xu Zhi’s whisper seemed to reach the ears of everyone present.

After he finished speaking, he pulled out a short sword, not longer than one foot from his sleeve and held it in his hand.

“Hehe, it’s just one battle after all.”

Qin Suyang smiled, moving forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Not far away, Xiang Lingshuang with two swords in hand, moved in a flash, already standing in front of Huang Zhihu.

Just like the day they had emerged victorious from the Profound Heaven World.

“Where are the disciples of Nine Mystic Sword?”

Holding two swords, Huang Zhihu spoke softly.

At this moment, she emanated an authority so intense it was hard to look at directly.

This kind of authority made the hearts of all sword cultivators surge with emotion.

“Disciples——”

All the Nine Mystic Sword cultivators shouted out loud.

“Here!”

“Here——”

“Here——”

As the voices arose, the realm itself collapsed.

Countless sword lights converged, causing the realm to crumble, and the gathered Origin began to disperse.

Such a scene stunned everyone.

A power so strong that neither heaven nor earth could contain or bear it!

At this moment, the battleground of the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms chose to step back.

To withdraw from the battlefield, or to say, to yield the battlefield to the contesting forces.

After the concentration of countless Source Power, it transformed into phantom-like forms.

“Boom——”

Between heaven and earth, countless sword lights came together, hurtling towards those powerful beings ahead.

This strike, without regret!

“Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.”

Huang Zhihu murmured softly, and then with one step forward, she soared ahead.

With just one sword.

Gathering the power of all sword cultivators, they unleashed such a lethal strike!

This sword strike, aimed solely to kill.

“Madman…”

At the edge of the sky in the distance, someone murmured softly.

Convening tens of thousands of sword cultivators for just one strike.

This strike, dividing life and death.

“They really are too crazy…”

“Even if this strike manages to kill one or two top powers, they have completely offended the forces behind those powerful beings!”

“To truly kill without hesitation, this is, true sword cultivators…”

In the distance, several experts of the Lingxiao Sword Sect stood behind their sect master, their expressions changing.

The Lingxiao Sword Sect actually ranks first on the Heavenly List of the Myriad Domains Battleground.

The acting sect master Chen Shaodong, that unruly young sect master, actually brought the Lingxiao Sword Sect to such a level.

But now, the Lingxiao Sword Sect was about to compete with so many top experts in the void.

Life and death, separated by a single sword strike.

Doubt flickered in Chen Ao’s eyes for a moment.

Seeing those sword lights soaring into the sky, he took a deep breath.

“Zhu Yang, Fu Jie, if I do not return, the Lingxiao Sword Sect will be in your hands.”

No sooner had his voice fallen than he took a step forward, rushing towards the front.

Behind him, the elders and disciples of the Lingxiao Sword Sect all showed drastic changes in their expressions.

“Sect Master, you—” one person cried out in alarm.

“My son is fighting ahead; how can I not go?” Chen Ao laughed loudly and his figure surged into the void ahead.

The strong cultivators of the Lingxiao Sword Sect looked at each other, expressions of grief on their faces.

Neither the sect master nor they had the power to stop this battle, nor the ability to withstand those top entities of the world.

If they stepped forward, it would merely mean sacrificing another life.

Chen Ao’s figure turned into flowing light and charged towards the void ahead.

Around him, streams of sword light flashed by.

“Haha, Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s He Shengyang arrives late.”

“For a sword dao event of such grandeur, though I am not of Nine Mystic, I too am willing to lend a hand,” said Tao Zhenlin.

“Today will be thrilling; I, Hu Maoran, come to embrace death.”

…

Chen Ao turned his head and saw not far beside him a young man in a green robe, wielding his sword and moving forward.

He laughed and said, “Brother, are you also heading to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?”

The youth nodded and replied, “I am Han Muye, indeed on my way to assist in the fight at the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”

Chen Ao burst into laughter, his body radiating sword light as he called out, “Good, let’s go together, together—”

“Boom—”

Ahead, sword light had already collided with those powerful beings.

A direct and unsubtle clash, it was the pinnacle of power and rules colliding.

This battle had already surpassed what this world could bear.

The Upper Third-Grade Heavens and Earth rapidly descended, converging with this world.

If no one intervened, this world would ultimately shatter.

What kind of scene that would create when countless origins dispersed, no one knew.

But at the very least, countless first-grade Heavenly Demonic Beasts would likely emerge.

Even some never-before-seen beyond first-rate.

“Boom—”

The sword light slashed at a gigantic shadow clad in black armor, shattering the towering war god’s shadow.

The sword light swirled again, shredding over a dozen Immortal Venerable realm experts into pieces.

A slaughter!

A hunt of the world’s topmost experts!

As the three-foot-long sword shattered the second peak Immortal Venerate, a Dao merge powerful being—dispersing his supernatural powers and flesh—the powerhouses above the azure vault began to retreat.

No one wanted to blindly throw their life away, especially not these top entities of the world.

The front line instantly collapsed.

The remaining top experts retreated, fleeing towards the Upper Third-Rank Domain.

But behind them, that dazzling three-foot-long sword did not stop.

The sword, gathering the scattered origin from those dozens of Immortal Venerable realm experts and absorbing the power of two other peak realm powerful beings, reignited its dimming sword light.

The three-foot-long sword aimed ahead and slashed down once more.

“There’s no escape; let’s fight to the death,” a fleeing powerful being turned to face the sword, exuding a battle intent born of desperation.

These experts were not unwilling to fight to the death; they were not afraid to die.

“Kill.” The voice of Huang Zhihu rang out.

The Han Muye accompanying Chen Ao shook his head and whispered, “This girl, her killing intent is still so strong.”

Chen Ao, who did not hear clearly, turned to look at Han Muye.

“It’s nothing, just that seeing our sword dao in such splendor makes my blood boil,” said Han Muye casually, as the sword light around him intensified.