1037 Visiting the Sword Pavilion, Crossing 300,000 Years with One Sword (2)
Twelve sword lights, that was already the limit.
The sword lights around her dissipated. Huang Zhihu shook her head regretfully and bowed to Han Muye. “Foster Father, I can only comprehend 12 sword lights.”
Hearing her words, whether it was Dao Ancestor Qi Yu or the other accompanying Sword Pavilion disciples, the corners of their mouths twitched and their faces showed a slight distortion.
Only able to comprehend twelve sword lights?
In the past 300,000 years of the Sword Pavilion, what was the most someone had comprehended at once?
Eight.
200,000 years ago, the genius of the Sword Pavilion, the previous First Elder, brought the Sword Pavilion to the peak of the Sword Dao Heavenly Venerable Du Gongsheng in three days. It was because he comprehended eight sword lights at once that the Sword Pavilion shook.
“Miss Zhihu’s talent in sword dao is truly rare in the world.” Dao Ancestor Qi Yu sighed lightly, his face showing a trace of expectation.
He couldn’t easily suggest to Han Muye to let Huang Zhihu enter the Sword Pavilion.
Huang Zhihu’s identity and the power she held were too significant if she were to join the Sword Pavilion.
But if Huang Zhihu could become a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, it would also be a joyous occasion for the Sword Pavilion.
The others from the Sword Pavilion also looked at Huang Zhihu.
They hoped that Huang Zhihu would speak up and join the Sword Pavilion.
“Senior, you overpraise me. When it comes to talent in sword dao, who in this world can compare to my master?” Unfortunately, Huang Zhihu seemed to have misunderstood Qi Yu’s intention and instead turned to look at Han Muye, her tone full of arrogance.
When it came to talent in sword dao, no one could surpass Han Muye.
That was the truth.
No one would doubt Huang Zhihu’s words.
Being first on the demonstration stage was proof of that.
The gazes of everyone turned to Han Muye, their faces showing a hint of anticipation.
Not everyone had witnessed what happened on the demonstration stage.
Today, would there be a chance to witness Han Muye demonstrate his own talent?
Dao Ancestor Qi Yu and the three Sword Pavilion Elders looked at each other.
“Sword Ancestor Muye—” Before Qi Yu could finish speaking, 32 sword lights surrounded Han Muye.
Comprehending 32 sword lights at once, was there really such a genius in the world?
In front of the green stone inscription, an instant silence fell, with only the gentle sway of the 32 sword lights.
Han Muye looked at the inscription, his eyes shining with depth, as if he could see through the river of time and meet the gaze of the predecessor who left the inscription all those years ago.
“After the passage of 300,000 years, the sword lights remain. I admire you, junior.” Han Muye spoke softly, then his body shimmered with sword lights as he crashed into the inscription with a resounding impact.
“Clang—”
The 32 sword lights plunged into the inscription, colliding with the 32 sword lights within it.
Was this Sword Ancestor Muye really challenging the sword master from countless millennia ago with his own swordsmanship?
Was it arrogance or confidence?
The faces of the disciples from the Sword Pavilion showed complex expressions as they watched the collision of the 32 pairs of sword lights.
Dao Ancestor Qi YuHe stared at the entangled sword lights, his mouth trembling, and the sword intent swirling around his body, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying.
“How is this possible? This, this sword light…”
He stared at the entangled sword lights, his mouth trembling, and the sword intent swirling around his body, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying.
“These sword lights have traversed time!”
The thirty-two sword lights had traversed 300,000 years to clash with the sword master of that era!
It wasn’t a clash with the sword lights left behind by the former master of the Sword Pavilion, but a direct confrontation with the sword’s strongest practitioner of that time, using his own swordsmanship to cross 300,000 years!
The sword dao of Sword Ancestor Muye had reached such an overwhelmingly powerful level!
As Qi Yu watched the battling sword lights, he tightly clenched his fists.
Challenging the former master of the Sword Pavilion across 300,000 years, who would emerge victorious?