Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1582: Death or Surrender? (2)

Chapter 1582 - 1582: Death or Surrender? (2)

Chapter 1582: Death or Surrender? (2)

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Han Muye’s punch, likewise, combined martial arts with divine power.

It just borrowed his swirling divine power.

This technique was supposed to be his original creation.

Are there really people in this world who can comprehend at a glance?

Terrifying.

“Friend, I concede.” Putting away his long knife, this immortal lord bowed towards Han Muye.

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden halo appeared around Han Muye.

The suppression of this s.p.a.ce on him completely disappeared.

On the contrary, the pressure on the Immortal Lord still existed.

With a substantial power difference and the different pressures on the two individuals, there was no need for any further fighting.

Fortunately, the rules of conceding were still in place.

Outside the light screen, many people heaved a sigh of relief.

If even these rules were changed, who would dare to partic.i.p.ate in future grand summits?

“Hmph.” In front of the screen of light in Divine Source Heavenly Palace, the palace master snorted coldly.

Although the Divine Source Heavenly Palace was trying to control the entire Heaven Continent and the formation set up by the divine beast, they could not do it. They could only make slight changes to some of the rules.

If he could completely control the meeting and the array, the Divine Source Heavenly Palace would have long risen against the odds and gone to the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield to seek opportunities.

The secrets within this array are related to the ancient chaos war.

The Immortal Lord named Chang Ciyue submitted, and Han Muye’s arena stabilized slightly.

The golden light barrier dissipated, and a floating arena could be seen in front of him.

The arena varied in size. The big one was already about the same size as Han Muye’s arena. It was tens of thousands of feet wide, and the small one was only tens of thousands of feet wide.

Experts were stationed in every arena.

“Buzz!”

In the distance, there was a long vibrating sound as an arena collided with Han Muye’s arena.

The figure standing in the arena frowned, his fighting spirit surging.

“That’s Zhuge Changju!

“Zhuge Changju of the Dayang Immortal World. He’s one of the strongest in this group!’

“Why him?”

“I understand. The Divine Source Heavenly Palace still can’t really control the rules. They used the chaos of time in this s.p.a.ce as a handhold and b.u.mped into Han Muye and Zhuge Changju.”

It wasn’t really changing the rules, but using them.

“You go,” Han Muye suddenly said as he watched the two arenas collide.

It seemed that Divine Source Heavenly Palace was not completely invincible.

“You go,” Han Muye suddenly said as he watched the two arenas collide.

Chang Ciyue was stunned and could only nod.

She knew that she was not Zhuge Changju’s match, but if she did not go now, she would only die in front of Han Muye.

This was the Grand Summit, and if she conceded and submitted, she must be prepared for it.

Taking a step forward, Chang Ciyue was slightly taken aback.

All the pressure on her was gone.

Not only that, but her body was also enhanced by the power of this arena.

What was this?

Without giving her a chance to think carefully, Zhuge Changju had already flown over and thrust his long spear.

The tip of the spear emitted a golden flame. This flame was the Golden Crow Divine Flame!

A rare divine flame that is only possessed by the divine beasts of the ancient chaos!

Chang Ciyue’s expression changed drastically. She gritted her teeth and unsheathed her saber.

He turned the blade in his hand and triggered a golden immortal light that split into countless wind gusts again.

An immortal lord’s control over power had reached the pinnacle.

This strike didn’t forcefully collide with the divine flame because there are not many forces in the world that can collide with the Golden Crow Divine Flame. The wind power contained in his long knife was not something that could collide with the Golden Crow Divine Flame.

“Buzz!”

The swirling winds attempted to slow down the speed of the divine flame thrust by Zhuge Changju, but unfortunately, his winds shattered upon impact with the divine flame.

He couldn’t stand up either and was sent flying.

“The difference in combat strength is too great.” Looking at the tornado and divine flames on the screen, someone said softly.

“True, at the level of Immortal Lords, the comparison is no longer based on cultivation strength.” In front of a light screen, an old man in a bright yellow Daoist robe said softly.

Behind him, there were several young Daoists dressed in green robes.

These Daoists radiated a rich immortal light, at least in the Golden Immortal realm.

“Master, at the level of Immortal Lords, how is the strength difference reflected, and how can we perceive the combat power intuitively?” A young man with a strong aura asked loudly.

He looked at the light screen in front of him and said loudly, “This Immortal Lord Han Muye actually doesn’t dare to face Zhuge Changju directly. Perhaps he’s not strong enough?”

His words made everyone around him curious as they turned their heads to listen.

Hearing his words, the master shook his head, revealing a slight smile on his face.

“For ordinary Immortal Lords, the compet.i.tion is based on the resources in their hands, the power of immortal treasures, and the control over protective treasures like immortal treasures.’

Brus.h.i.+ng his beard gently, the old man squinted his eyes, looking at the divine flame rus.h.i.+ng towards Han Muye in the light screen.

“A truly powerful Divine Lord will refine a supreme treasure, like this Golden Crow Divine Flame, which is the most top-notch treasure in the world.

“Such treasures handed down from the Primordial World are capable of contending even in front of an Immortal Venerable.”

This is the true strength of an Immortal Lord!

Outside the light screen, everyone stared at the divine flame rus.h.i.+ng towards Han Muye.

Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and threw a punch.

“Hehe, after all, he is an Immortal Lord from a lower realm, ignorant of even recognizing this Golden Crow Divine Flame.” Outside the light screen of the

divine realm, someone laughed lightly.

Anyone who recognized the Golden Crow Divine Flame knew that such a divine flame could not be received with one’s body.

“Ah, born in a lower realm, without powerful immortal treasures in hand and lacking true supreme treasures, can only rely on extraordinary martial techniques.

“This person is quite talented. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have enough resources..”