The moment Han Muye closed his eyes, green sword lights intertwined, tore through the void, and appeared behind Han Muye.
This instantly broke through the spatial barrier.
But strangely, there was no blood on the swords that shuttled behind Han Muye.
Because Han Muye was no longer there.
At this moment, he was standing behind the broken sword. He held a wooden staff in his left hand and reached out his right hand to grab the broken sword.
"In the end, it's a dead thing without spirituality. I can't even tell where the immortal energy came from."
Han Muye muttered coldly. Immortal light flashed in his palm and enveloped the broken sword!
From the beginning to the end, the green celestial spiritual energy penetrating his body was just an illusion.
Or rather, the immortal energy that penetrated his body had clearly been refined by him with the grass whip.