After exchanging a few moves with Han Muye, he did not gain any advantage.
This power was not the power of reincarnation, but it was comparable to it.
Previously, he had encountered a fellow with an extremely strong Sword Dao cultivation. Now he had encountered another.
Why were there so many heaven-defying juniors in the Heavenly Mystic World?
Golden Howl roared and transformed into the black-robed, half-armored Mo Wuxie.
The long black saber in his hand exuded a bone-chilling killing intent.
He looked past Han Muye at the Heavenly Mystic World, and killing intent appeared on Mo Wuxie’s face.
In the distance, a torrent-like sound could already be heard.
It was the sound of a great cultivator flying through the air.
Marquis Wu must have gotten rid of the entanglement and returned to help.
There was not much time left for Mo Wuxie.
“Kid, you shouldn’t have come.”
Mo Wuxie grinned and pointed his long saber at Han Muye.
“Even if you can stop me from descending to the Heavenly Mystic, I will still kill you.
“If I give a junior like you a chance to grow, you will be on the same level as me in the future.
“What a pity. I won’t give you such a chance.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the long saber slashed down.
The saber light was gray and split open the barrier of the void world. The blade appeared above Han Muye’s head.
Mo Wuxie spoke arrogantly, but he truly had the qualifications to be arrogant.
A Sage of the Demonic Dao used his power to suppress the world and tear the void apart.
Against those below the Sage Realm, such power was completely unstoppable.
Han Muye was imprisoned in place.
Looking at the saber beam coming down from above, Han Muye’s eyes lit up.
The divine soul in his divine treasure shook immediately. He used the power of reincarnation wrapped around the sword of his divine soul to break the shackles. Then he raised his hand and stabbed out with the blood-colored sword.
“Clang—”
The sword collided with the blade, and Han Muye’s face instantly turned pale.
If not for the fact that he had refined more and more divine beast power recently, the recoil from the collision of the sword and saber would have caused his body to collapse.
After blocking the sword, the light in Han Muye’s eyes intensified.
“Swoosh—”
He threw out the short sword in his left hand, and the edge of the sword transformed into an arc, and a golden stream of light appeared beside Mo Wuxie.
“Slash—”
Mo Wuxie raised his hand and waved it. The corner of his black robe was cut off, and the golden short sword returned to Han Muye’s hand.
This kind of sword control technique caused Mo Wuxie’s eyes to flicker.
The sword cultivator in front of him was even more difficult to deal with than the one he had encountered previously.
However, such a junior should be killed!
The long blade in Mo Wuxie’s hand flickered with dark devilish flames. With a wave of his hand, they filled the sky.
A Sage had countless methods.
The current Demonic Flames and Demonic Qi could wear down the combat strength of cultivators below the Sage Realm.
His expression was solemn.
Under the suppression of such power, he could still last for 10 breaths.
Ten breaths later, the demonic Qi would enter his body, and he would be in danger of being contaminated.
After all, Mo Wuxie was a Sage. He had too many tricks up his sleeve. If he attacked with all his might, he would have plenty of ways to crush him.