1238 First in Merit, Fight Again! (5)
“Senior Zi Yu.”
The Immortal Lord Zi Yu beckoned with his divine sense.
Han Muye naturally had to be respectful to this Senior of the Sword Sect.
In the future, this person would be his greatest backer in the Immortal Burial City.
At the top, the Immortal Lord Zi Yu, who was dressed in a light purple robe and covered in sword intent, stood with his hands behind his back.
“Yunlan Sword Immortal, Invincible Han.”
Han Muye looked up and saw the deepness in the Immortal Lord Zi Yu’s eyes, like the stars in the universe shining.
His entire body trembled, and the power of his soul, which was as strong as a Golden Immortal’s, shook, causing his mind to freeze.
“Golden Immortal divine soul, so this is your true strength.”
Immortal Lord Zi Yu nodded and his expression softened slightly.
If he had the soul of a Golden Immortal, then going out of the city to fight would not be courting death, nor would he use Immortal Lords like them as bargaining chips.
“Your swordsmanship is not bad, and your cultivation is not bad. What’s rare is that you have the courage to fight.”
“I heard that you came to the Immortal Burial City because you caused trouble for the Dao Sect.”
The Immortal Lord Zi Yu looked at Han Muye and said softly, “I’ll make peace for you and let the Dao Sects stop pursuing the matter. You can leave this place.”
Leave?
Han Muye looked up at the Immortal Lord Zi Yu.
“From today onwards, as long as you go up the city wall, there will be gods hunting you. I can protect you for a day, but I can’t protect you for a thousand days.”
The Immortal Lord Zi Yu’s expression was calm.
This was the truth.
In today’s battle, Han Muye had greatly raised the morale of the Immortal Burial City, but he had also become someone the God Clan had to kill.
Immortal Lord Zi Yu said indifferently, “So I advise you to go early.”
Even if there was an increase in morale in the city, how long could such an increase last? How many injuries could it sustain?
The atmosphere in the hall was slightly gloomy.
Han Muye shook his head and said softly, “Senior, Junior won’t leave.”
Immortal Lord Zi Yu’s eyes flickered with a profound light.
“Give me a reason.”
As long as he did something, he had a request.
There had to be a reason for Han Muye to stay in the Immortal Burial City.
“I want to compete for the Immortal Ascension Platform.”
Immortal Ascension Platform.
The sword light on the Immortal Lord Zi Yu’s body trembled slightly.
But he said nothing.
Enough.
As long as there was a reason.
As for the reason, it was Han Muye’s own business.
“Then be careful.”
The Immortal Lord Zi Yu nodded and pondered for a moment before saying in a low voice, “Spirit Sword, you can befriend him.”
Spirit Sword Golden Immortal.
Han Muye finally learned who the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal was in this place.
The Spirit Sword was a Spiritual Sword.
A sword with a spirit.
This Senior’s sword was left here to help guard the Immortal Burial City.
The spiritual sword had a strange temper and was difficult to get close to.
When Han Muye left the hall of the Immortal Lord Zi Yu, he happened to encounter Immortal Lord Yu He, who was wearing a green robe.
“Not bad, kid.”
Han Muye nodded and bowed respectfully.
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Inside the large tent, dozens of elite disciples of the Sword Sect stood before Han Muye.
These were the strong individuals selected to lead various formations.
“Starting tomorrow, mobilize 1,200 disciples from our sect to enter the city.”
Han Muye looked at them with a solemn expression. “This battle is dangerous and may be even more perilous than today.”
Tomorrow’s battle was undoubtedly more perilous than today’s.
Even Immortal Lord Zi Yu had advised Han Muye to leave, indicating that the upcoming battles would be challenging.
Han Muye scanned the crowd and then said softly, “Are you all willing?”
Willing?
In the large tent, everyone stood up, their swords emitting brilliance.
There was no need to speak; their clasped fists and respectful bows were their response.
Since they had come to the Immortal Burial City, there was nothing they wouldn’t dare.
Han Muye nodded and looked at Zhao Chen, who was beside him.
“Since you all are determined to fight, we must make thorough preparations.”
“Tomorrow, let’s go out of the city and fight.”
Exiting the city!
Everyone was shaken.
Zhao Chen stood up and jovially took out several storage pouches.
“Practice well, keep a low profile, low profile, huh.”
The disciples who received the storage pouches were wide-eyed when they sensed the contents with their divine senses.
“This… Brother Zhao, I’m afraid there’s no way to keep a low profile…”
…
“Woo—”
In the void, the sound of attack horns echoed.
Then, golden light rose and formed golden light screens.
Everyone in the entire Immortal Burial City looked up at the city wall ahead.
The invaders were coming.
From the sound of the horns, it was evident that a large army was gathering.
“Sigh, who knows how many Fellow Daoists are going to fall on the city wall…” Someone said in a low voice with a complex expression.
Yesterday’s battle had provoked the retaliation of the God Clan, and from today onward, there would undoubtedly be continuous battles on the city wall.
“Let’s go. Prepare to go up the city wall,” someone shouted, and immortal light flickered on his body.
The array formations behind him began to activate their own strength, providing energy to the array formations of the Immortal Burial City.
“Boom—”
A sword light soared into the sky.
The cultivators who had been keeping an eye on Han Muye’s camp were immediately astonished.
“Yunlan Sword Immortal!”
“Yunlan Sword Immortal and the others are going up the city wall today!”
When more than 1,200 sword lights rose, numerous cries of astonishment echoed.
“Are they crazy? Going up to the city wall today is suicide!”
“Yunlan Sword Immortal, are you using the blood of your fellow disciples as stepping stones to pave your own path?”
“Ah, achievements can blind one’s judgment…”
Everyone watched as more than 1,200 sword lights landed on the city wall.
“Roar—”
Outside the city, countless roars and furious howls rang out.
“Kill.”
His authoritative voice was short and powerful.
The robust Immortal Slaying Envoys and Dark Demon Beasts rushed towards the city wall.
Divine light soared into the sky from the black-armored formations.
“Be careful, that’s the God Clan formation.”
“Our Immortal World’s military formation can’t stop their formation. We can only defend.”
On the city wall, nervous reminders echoed.
Han Muye’s gaze fell on the formation, and he slowly drew his sword.
Behind him, everyone’s eyes shimmered.
“Get out of the city!”
With Han Muye’s command, amidst the astonished exclamations of those on the city wall and behind them…
1,206 figures stepped onto the city wall.
On the second day of Yunlan Sword Immortal’s arrival in the Immortal Burial City, they once again left the city to confront the God Clan’s formation head-on.
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