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In just an instant!

The speed and ruthlessness contained in this strike could not be understood without experiencing it firsthand.

As for those who experienced it firsthand, they died.

A sword light killed three experts!

As soon as the sword light appeared, Han Muye’s figure had already followed the sword.

The short sword in his left hand traced an arc and fiercely slashed at the head of a black-armored man who had turned his Dao into a fireball.

“Bang!”

The fireball shattered, and the burly man’s body trembled. He was directly blasted down by the huge force contained in the short sword.

Han Muye held both swords aloft, his gaze staring straight ahead.

In the blink of an eye, three were killed and four were injured. Half of the 11 eighth level Essence Spirit Realm experts were killed!

“Amazing!”

“I’m afraid very few humans have such a sword technique, right?”

“It was no wonder he dared to challenge me like this!”

Countless cheers resounded around.

Han Muye’s swordsmanship was truly stunning.

“Great!”

The green-robed man in the distant chariot shouted and looked at Han Muye. “If you don’t die before I arrive, when you come to my Mystic Spirit Immortal Kingdom in the future, I will surely treat you as an honored guest!”

Han Muye’s gaze remained unchanged, and he pointed his sword forward, calmly saying, “Good.”

In front, unable to endure any longer, the human experts brandished their swords, invoking the power of heaven and earth, aligning with their essence spirits.

A black ox with double horns charged towards Han Muye, its long horns aiming for Han Muye’s chest.

On the other two sides, a green sheep and a white crane both transformed into Essence Spirits and rushed straight towards him.

In the rear, various Daoist spells turned into chains of water and fire, pressing down on Han Muye’s head.

If a ninth-level Golden Crow Original Spirit ran amok with a sword in its hand that day, the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty would lose all its face.

Sword techniques and Dharmic Dao should be the strengths of the human race.

“Kill.”

These human experts were fast, but Han Muye was even faster.

He crossed his swords, and a green-red flame rose.

The raging flames covered the entire space in front of him.

“Bang!”
“Clang—”

Be it swords or spells, they all collapsed when they collided with the flames.

The flames were blazing, as if they had directly burned through the space, turning it into an insurmountable chasm.

“Golden Crow Divine Flame!”

The ninth level Essence Spirit expert in the lead had an ugly expression.

In front of countless people, Han Muye not only killed several human experts with two swords, but also used a sea of flames to make the experts of the human race not dare to approach.

In front of countless people, Han Muye not only killed several human experts with two swords, but also used a sea of flames to make the experts of the human race not dare to approach.

Such power was really shocking.

“I didn’t expect our Great Desolate Race to have such…”

Someone whispered, his eyes shining.

When many people looked at the human army in front of them again, their expressions were different.

“Ant.” Jin Yutao, the Marquis of Ming City, shouted and flew out of the battlefield.

He wanted to kill Han Muye personally!

Behind him, two True Spirit Realm experts followed.

Three true spirits!

“Hurry up and leave!” Zhuo Yu, who was surrounded in the battle formation, shouted.

Even he could not deal with the three True Spirits.

Moreover, among the three True Spirits aiming to kill Han Muye at this moment, there was also the supreme expert of the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty who was titled as a war-sealing Marquis.

“I can’t stop it. Kid, leave,” the Enlightenment Beast said softly above Han Muye’s head.

Its body moved slightly and transformed into a three-eyed white cat.

“You are brave. If you grow up, you may become the master of Kunwu.”

Lifting its front paw, the white cat gently swiped, and a stone staircase appeared.

“Leave this place and return to your own territory.”

His own territory?

Han Muye shuddered.

Leave the Ruins Realm?

Looking up at the Golden Crow tribe surrounded by the formation, Han Muye shook his head gently.

Once the sword was unsheathed, there was no turning back.

“Seniors, help me resist those two True Spirit experts for 10 breaths.”

“I will give you what you want for sure.”

Han Muye shouted, sheathing his twin swords, and a fighting spirit appeared on his face.

“Marquis Jinyu, 10 breaths.”

“If you can’t make it within 10 breaths, this deal is canceled.”

“Alright,” came Marquis Jinyu’s voice.

Han Muye stared at the Marquis of Ming City, who had reached out his hand in front, and took a step forward.

Behind him, thousands of sword lights flew out of the Infinite Unity Sword Case and tore through the sky.