561 The Great Dao Is Not Heartless
The moment the sword was placed on the wooden shelf, the entire Sword Pavilion shook.
Golden light flowed continuously on it, as if it was made of gold.
The storage of a magic treasure sword made the Sword Pavilion much stronger.
From the looks of it, the strength of those legacy disciples of the Sword Pavilion was probably directly related to the strength of the swords they wielded.
If that was the case, Han Muye felt that he was probably the weakest person in the Sword Pavilion’s inheritance.
There were fewer than 100,000 swords stored in the Nine Mystic Mountain Sword Pavilion, and there were not many spiritual weapons.
In the future, he had to find more powerful swords to store in the Sword Pavilion.
Standing in the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
Below, the Divine Beast, Baxia, opened his mouth and roared. His body crashed through the void, causing the void to tremble and shatter. A dark spatial crack appeared.
Baxia raised his foot, and his huge body shattered the crack and disappeared.
When Baxia’s body appeared outside the turbulent void, he was already 100,000 miles away from Suwei.
In one step, he crossed a million miles.
The people of the Four Soaring Swords Sect standing outside the Sword Pavilion widened their eyes and watched this scene in horror.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Baxia’s huge body rushed out and shattered the densely packed mutated beasts in the void world.
Qi and blood intertwined with the demonic light again.
The void was silent at first, then countless mutated beasts fled.
The might of a divine beast was not something they could withstand at all.
Han Muye’s expression did not change as he stood on the back of the divine beast, Baxia, in the Sword Pavilion. He moved and appeared above Baxia’s head.
