Everyone, who can contend with him, Han Muye, in the way of the sword?

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The three-foot-long sword vibrated and, within the dissipating gaze of the blood-spitting middle-aged man, transformed into a silhouette.

Clothed in a green robe, with a handsome face and a figure as upright as a sword.

"Lu Yue Sword, Lu Yue Sword, if you truly possess spirit, then carry on the legacy of my lineage..." The middle-aged man reached out and grasped the hem of the green robe, then let go.

His heart channels were severed, and his soul shattered.

Thus, he collapsed.

The youth in the green robe, transformed from the long sword, squatted down, his eyes slowly changing from confusion to determination.

"Am I, Lu Yue?"

"No, I am Han Muye."

"Void Sword Immortal, sword caretaker of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect."

Han Muye.

Transformed into a sword, with his Sword Dao True Body, sealed the chambers of the Great Pantheon Plane, and ultimately, together with the Plane's Force, was sealed, descending into the Endless Void.