Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

968 The Grass Whip Reappears

The piercing roar directly caused the two cultivators not far away to tremble, and then their bodies exploded.

Zhao Yu and the disciples of Jian Ge behind him had solemn expressions, turning their sword lights into a curtain of light to wrap around their bodies.

On top of that curtain of light, faint ripples could be seen shimmering, stirring up ripples that were so faint that they were barely visible to the naked eye—skeletal heads.

This was a soul attack.
If it weren’t for the light shield blocking it, these skeletal heads would have passed through their bodies, tearing and biting their souls.

Although the light shield blocked the soul attack, Zhao Yu and his companions were not without consumption.
Looking at the countless worms stretching endlessly around them, a hint of despair flashed through their hearts.

The other cultivators, although they had means to defend against the soul attack, were clearly more panicked.

Several of them were already on the verge of collapse.

“Buzz!”

A faint green spiritual light rose around Mu Wan.

With a gentle rotation, the spiritual light engulfed all her illusions.

As the illusions were devoured, the cyan spiritual light became even more agile.

Han Muye’s eyes lit up.

A look of surprise flashed across Mu Wan’s face.
“Senior Brother, it seems like the Grass Whip really likes these souls.”

The green spiritual light was indeed Grass Whip.

Just now, the grass whip conveyed a sense of longing to Mu Wan.

“Perhaps this is an opportunity for the grass whip,” Han Muye said with a smile.

Mu Wan nodded and raised her hand.
With a flick of her finger, the faint cyan flowing light flew out, transforming into a 100-foot arc of light.

The space within a hundred feet instantly became clear.

The worms howled, all filled with fear.

“Ding—”

The halo continued to expand, transforming from its original faintness into a deep green.
Outside the halo, patches of green leaves appeared.

 

Grass whip.
This green light was Grass Whip.

The halo rapidly expanded from 100 feet to 10,000 feet.

All the worms enveloped by the halo struggled and slowly turned into nothingness.

At this moment, it was visible to the naked eye that the halo, with its devouring power, absorbed strands of faint gray energy.

This energy was the soul.

After devouring the soul, the grass whip was rapidly recovering.

When it pried open the Immortal Ascension Platform in the past, the Grass Whip’s power had been exhausted.

Now, these soul energies were just what it needed to replenish itself.

When the halo enveloped the high platform, the platform shook as if encountering something incredibly terrifying.

“Boom!”

A jade-white conch shell emerged, and then it transformed into a towering illusion.

But as soon as the illusion appeared, it was enveloped by the halo.

The jade conch trembled and released black flowing lights.

When they collided with the halo, the halo trembled as if it was about to shatter.

Mu Wan, who was activating the Grass Whip, turned pale.

Han Muye snorted coldly, and behind him, thousands of long swords instantly unsheathed from the sword box on his back.

“Clang—”

The sword light transformed into a torrent, shattering all the black flowing lights.

Not a single strand of flowing light could escape; they all turned into fragments beneath the sword.

“How impressive…”

Zhao Yu murmured as he watched the sword.

The disciples of Sword Pavilion and the remaining cultivators all revealed expressions of shock.

These black flowing lights carried the power of the soul, and each one seemed to possess a Heaven Realm’s Out of Body appearance.

Every sword light from Han Muye’s sword could cut through the Heaven Realm and even break through the power of the soul.

“Hiss—

The jade conch trembled, emanating a violent roar.

An illusion emerged.

This illusion was none other than the white-robed Daoist from before.

However, the Daoist at this moment lacked the composure and calmness of a seasoned swordsman.
Instead, his face was filled with cruelty.

With a sword in hand, the Daoist moved and appeared a thousand feet in front of Han Muye.

The long sword carried a stream of light, and the sword move was exactly the same as when he was on the high platform.

However, this sword light was now emitting a majestic sword intent, causing the surrounding halos and souls to intertwine.

Zhao Yu’s figure flashed and landed in front of the phantom.

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion followed closely behind and unsheathed their swords.

“Clang—”

The long swords clashed, and Zhao Yu was sent flying.

“Be careful!

“This sword technique…”

Zhao Yu had just shouted when those Sword Pavilion disciples were already sent flying.

The cultivators in the distance all retreated in panic, afraid of being implicated.

Picking the disciples of the Flying Sword Pavilion, the white-robed Daoist pointed his sword at Han Muye.

“That’s it?”

Han Muye shook his head.

“It’s just an empty shell.”

“In the end, it’s devouring the soul, but it can’t really devour comprehension.”

Han Muye raised his hand, and a sword light flashed in his hand.
The sword light was clearly the same as when he was practicing on the Daoist platform.

This was Daoist Yulu’s sword technique!

This was the inheritance that everyone was looking for!

At some point, Han Muye had already obtained the inheritance.

“Clang—”

The two sword lights collided, and the Daoist’s sword instantly shattered.
Even his figure was blasted away and retreated.

However, the Daoist retreated with a smile on his face.

“Hehe, not bad, not bad.”

Right?

What was not bad?

Zhao Yu and the others watched in confusion as the Daoist’s figure turned into nothingness.

Someone turned to look at Han Muye with surprise.

Could it be that he had just comprehended this sword technique?

Was there really someone in the world who could learn a sword technique after watching it once?

This comprehension ability was simply too terrifying.

Han Muye’s expression was solemn as he bowed in the direction where the Daoist had disappeared.

This was a final tribute to an ancient Sword Dao senior.

“Buzz!”

He drew the sword in his hand, and all the sword lights that surrounded the Jade Conch suddenly fell and crashed into the Jade Conch.

The Jade Conch shook and shattered.

Countless illusory shadows scattered in all directions, enveloped by the halo of the grass whip, and then sucked in.

The grass whip quickly grew and turned into a ten-thousand-foot-long wooden branch.

The branches were verdant, and the green leaves fluttered.

In the instant the wooden branch appeared, a green flowing light shimmered in Mu Wan’s eyes, and she emitted the same aura as the wooden branch.

Han Muye turned to look but couldn’t sense where this aura came from.