If an Immortal Lord could control the rules that even an Immortal Venerable had to seek, what would happen if such an expert entered the immortal realm and stepped into the Immortal Venerable realm?
“His name is Xia Kuan, right? Be careful. If he can defeat Han Muye, pay some price to lure him into our Moonlit God Sect,” an old man said in front of a light screen in the Divine Realm.
To be able to control the rules at the Immortal Lord realm, such a figure was definitely an Immortal Venerable.
“Boom—”
Chang Ciyue’s tornado exploded.
She wanted to make another move but was stopped by Han Muye reaching out.
Han Muye held his spear and took a step forward. “Wind Tornado, Broken Cloud!”
With a low shout, he swept his spear horizontally.
The remaining power of the tornado and the wind swirl generated within the long spear intersected, causing the surrounding immortal light screen to roar.
This strike actually intended to break through the light screen!
“Boom—”
A dragon of wind and clouds appeared, and with a swing of its tail, it sent the young man in armor flying.
The young man wanted to block with his long sword, but it was shattered by the Cloud Dragon’s claw.
Even the young man’s body shattered inch by inch!
One strike!
Another Immortal Lord expert had died!
The cloud dragon turned around and stared at the white-robed Daoist with a long fan in his hand.
Immortal Lord Xia Kuan had a solemn expression as he raised the fan in his hand.
The cloud dragon roared and its entire body suddenly dissipated.
There were only remnants of clouds left in the world.
Remnant clouds?
It was the tip of the spear!
Xia Kuan’s expression changed drastically. The long fan in his hand only had time to block in front of him.
“Clang— “Clang—
“Dang…”
Endless spear tips collided. With every strike, Immortal Lord Xia Kuan’s body took a step back.
In the light screen, Han Muye held his spear and stabbed out again and again.
This action was completely a punch.
Xia Kuan held the long fan and blocked in front of him. He was repelled one after another.
“Bang!
After a thousand steps, Xia Kuan’s back hit the light barrier, and he spat out a mouthful of golden blood.
“Clang—
The spear mercilessly stabbed out again, stabbing into the fan.
Xia Kuan could not hold it anymore, and the long fan hit his chest.