A Brick (2)

In the realm of emptiness, the divine consciousness surprisingly reached a unanimous opinion.

"Boom—"

Han Muye thrust his sword, shattering the light pillar and illusions in front of him.

The sword in his hand exploded, and then strands of sword light condensed.

"Ancestral return, 10,000 swords."

Uttering softly, he thrust his sword forward.

Over countless years, this sword had been perfected to the extreme.

This sword technique was no longer the sword technique of the mortal world. In fact, it was no longer a sword of the Immortal Dao.

True spirit.

In Han Muye's hands, this Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords was already a True Spirit Sword Technique.

The sword light transformed into an ancient dragon deity that roared and shattered three beams of light.

This was Han Muye's swordsmanship.

So formidable that it couldn't be suppressed even by the grand formation of Our Heaven Continent.