1129 The Divine Sword Immortal Behind Han Muye
Golden Immortal, Ye Ming!
He was one of the top experts in Yunteng Wasteland, a rare lone wanderer.
In the past, before he achieved the status of a Golden Immortal, he single-handedly fought a Heaven Immortal monster in the Bitter Immortal Domain, attracting the pursuit of countless demons from that realm.
At that time, many powerful figures among the human race extended olive branches to Ye Ming, offering their help if he chose to join them.
Some even promised that if Ye Ming joined their faction, he would immediately become an elder with real power.
However, Yea Ming declined all their offers.
He spent thousands of years fleeing in the Bitter Immortal Realm, pursued by three Demon Kings, until he finally broke through to the realm of Golden Immortal and fought a fierce battle with the three Demon Kings, resulting in mutual injuries.
After that, Golden Immortal Ye Ming came to Yunteng Wasteland and stayed there.
No one knew what he was doing in the Wasteland.
“Wait for me?” Yea Ming, with his thin face, slowly retracted his hand and looked at Han Muye.
“Young man, do you know the gap between you and a Golden Immortal?”
Looking at Han Muye’s calm face, he shook his head and said calmly, “You don’t know.
“Young people these days lack reverence.”
His expression seemed to be pained, as if he was looking at an outstanding junior making a mistake.
The little firebird, Golden Fire, who was devouring meat with its head down, raised its head and looked at Ye Ming, then turned to Han Muye with some confusion.
It flapped its wings and flew to Han Muye.
Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged as he looked at the mess on the table caused by Golden Fire’s pecking and said softly, “Just like how you were in the Bitter Immortal Realm back then?”
Back then, Ye Ming became famous in the Bitter Immortal Realm.
But at that time, he also showed no fear of powerful beings.
Ye Ming laughed heartily and waved his hand.
The entire building transformed into a lush forest.
Spatial Shift!
This was a method that only Golden Immortal experts had. They could directly teleport an Immortal World space to their Grotto-heaven and also teleport this space into the void.
Only those Golden Immortals who reached the peak of Heavenly Immortal, transcending into the Golden Immortal realm, could control the void like this, gaining recognition from the world’s immortal forces and mastering such manipulation.
Even a peak Heaven Immortal at the Void Transformation Realm could not move space in the Immortal World.
This method of directly dragging someone into one’s own Grotto-heaven or banishing him to the void was extremely terrifying.
“How about it? You can be a sword immortal guarding my Grotto-heaven.”
Looking at Han Muye, Ye Ming turned to the little firebird perched on his shoulder. “You can also stay here too. Here—”
Before he could finish speaking, the little firebird flapped its wings and chirped in protest.
Han Muye shook his head and said, “Senior, it’s unwilling. It says there’s no meat here.”
Golden Immortal Ye Ming grinned and glared at Golden Fire, and used a green light that turned into a rope to wrap around Jinhuo’s body.
“I can roast you and see if your meat tastes good.”
Golden Fire made a low growl, seemingly afraid to resist.
Just as a smile appeared on Golden Immortal Ye Ming’s face, he heard Han Muye’s voice again. “It means that you can roast it as much as you want. If you don’t roast it, you’ll be a loser.”
Golden Fire suddenly turned to look at Han Muye.
The smile on Golden Immortal Ye Ming’s face froze.
He raised his hand, and a golden flame rose up.
“Back then, I refined a fire bird in the Bitter Immortal Realm. Although it was not a prehistoric divine beast, it was still a fire-type precious bird.
“Do you want this fire?”
Golden Immortal Ye Ming did not look at Golden Fire. Instead, he looked at Han Muye. “I can kill it first, and then you can decide.”
As the words fell, the golden flame swirled and charged toward Han Muye.
Han Muye prepared to retreat, but he suddenly stopped.
This was the Grotto-heaven of a Golden Immortal. Here, he did not even have the strength to escape.
Seeing the flame coming at him, Han Muye took a deep breath and raised his finger.
A sword light appeared.
“Clang—”
The sword light collided with the flame with a crisp sound.
The flame turned into a greenish-gray long feather.
A clear sword appeared in Han Muye’s hand.
“To be able to block my flame with your sword, you do have the right to be arrogant.”
Looking at Han Muye, Sword Immortal Ye Ming’s eyes flickered.
He raised his hand, and five greenish-gray feathers flashed in his palm.
The golden flame wrapped around the feathers, transforming into a tornado.
The fiery tornado was so intense that it ignited the surrounding space, turning the area into a sea of fire.
“Chirp—”
Golden Fire let out a long cry, struggling to fly in the fire sea.
Seeing its appearance, Yea Ming’s greed intensified.
“Little guy, just follow me…”
He opened his palm, releasing the tornado.
The tornado slammed into Han Muye, pressing him down from head to toe.
Han Muye swung the long sword in his hand, but he could only break the tornado; he couldn’t make it dissipate.
The power of a Golden Immortal was beyond his ability to resist.
This suppression came from both the divine soul and the physical body.
However, Han Muye could feel that Yea Ming hadn’t truly used his full power nor displayed any intention to kill.
Golden Fire seemed to realize that Han Muye was suppressed and flapped its wings, trying to fly over.
But it, too, was pinned down by Ye Ming and was helpless.
In Han Muye’s eyes within the fiery tornado, there was a brilliant light.
Use all his means to fight Golden Immortal Ye Ming with all his might?
It was futile.
Even if he exposed his secrets, used the power of two spirit swords, and tapped into the strength of two divine beasts, he still wouldn’t stand a chance against a Golden Immortal.
This was a gap in power level.
Surrender?
Han Muye’s eyes lit up.
Just because Golden Immortal Ye Ming did not have any killing intent did not mean that he would not kill him.
Truly surrendering and putting his life in someone else’s hands was simply impossible.
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