Chapter 1011 - 1011 The Last Step of the Performance Platform!

1011 The Last Step of the Performance Platform!

Sword cultivators represented the sharpness of the world.

Han Muye was the number one swordsman in this realm, embodying the utmost sharpness of sword cultivation.

With a single thrust, his sword pierced through 32 battle platforms, and not a single puppet could withstand that strike.

After the 32nd battle platform, Han Muye’s sword transformed from a horizontal slash into a light flick.

The former dominance instantly became elusive, gentle like a willow’s caress, and light as a wisp of white down.

But every puppet standing in front of him exploded before this light and ethereal sword.

“Lifting heavy as if it’s light. Although I have tens of millions of catties in my hand, I’m as light as a cloud.” Outside the Abyss of Sinking Wood, an elderly man with white beard turned his head and looked at the sword in his hand.

“Ten million catties? I wonder how heavy this sword is? The sword in his hand has already become a part of his body. How terrifying.” The person who spoke was a Dao Ancestor of the Upper Heaven Region with powerful combat strength.

He looked emotional and looked at Han Muye with more respect.

In the world of cultivation, everyone competed for superiority.

Those who earned the respect of others had not only strength but also character.

Han Muye possessed formidable strength. During his confrontation with Qi Yu just now, he took the initiative to evade until Qi Yu withdrew before he truly unleashed his power.

This showed his humility.

In the subsequent battles, he went all out, revealing his sharpness.

Now, seeing the overwhelming strength of the sword in his hand and his previous interactions with others without arrogance or indifference, it is evident that Han Muye’s character is pure and n.o.ble.

Only such a person could become the top expert in the world.

In front of him, Han Muye had already stepped onto the 400th battle platform.

Many people turned their heads and looked at each other, their eyes filled with a peculiar mix of emotions.

“Boom!”

Jia Wuyi shattered the puppet rushing towards him with a punch on the battle platform.

His expression remained indifferent as he glanced at Han Muye, who was chasing after him, a hint of amus.e.m.e.nt on his face.

With each step he took, a murky aura emanated from him.

This aura transformed into a black dragon, stirring the surrounding energy.

“Bang!”

The puppet on the battle platform collided with the murky black dragon and crumbled instantly.

Jia Wu advanced, picking up speed with each step. He didn’t need to pause at each battle platform, simply charging through with the black aura dragon.

The gap that Han Muye had been closing in on suddenly widened.

However, this situation didn’t surprise the powerful beings outside the Abyss of Sinking Wood; instead, their faces were filled with joy.

This meant that the Endless Heavenly Venerable, the formidable figure renowned in the cultivation world since ancient times, was beginning to take notice.

The Endless Heavenly Venerable felt the threat of the Heavenly Mystic’s Minister Han!

In six hours, the Endless Heavenly Venerable stepped across 1,230 battle platforms.

His speed was astonishing. Even when facing incredibly powerful puppets that possessed the strength to destroy stars with a mere gesture, they couldn’t withstand a single encounter with him.

However, when he turned around, he was slightly taken aback.

At this moment, Han Muye had unknowingly reached the 1,200th battle platform, leaving only a gap of 30 platforms between them!

Moreover, at this moment, all the cultivators had their eyes fixed on Han Muye. They were all closely watching him.

The sword in Han Muye’s hand was no longer about weight or urgency, nor about thrusting or slashing.

The sword light flickered as he gracefully spun, appearing behind the puppet. The sword’s edge pa.s.sed by, killing the puppet that had been pierced through, and then he flew down to the next battle platform.

“This, this is my Five Ridges Sword Sect’s supreme sword technique, Disarmament.” A black-bearded elder wearing half-body armor held a large black sword in his hand, his eyes widened as he murmured.

“So, the essence lies in this move.” A glimmer of enlightenment shone in the elder’s eyes, as if a great door had been opened before him.

The surrounding cultivators displayed envy on their faces.

Of course, they were also full of antic.i.p.ation as they looked at Han Muye, hoping that the next sword he displayed would be their own sect’s ultimate skill.

Starting from the 800th battle platform, Han Muye’s sword technique had changed.

Each of his strikes utilized the ultimate moves of the cultivators present, but he either innovated in his techniques, delved deeper into the essence, or made modifications and variations.

These sword techniques, in the hands of the sword cultivators outside the Abyss of Sinking Wood, could only withstand less than a hundred battle platforms before being defeated by the puppets.

However, in the hands of Han Muye, they blossomed magnificently after the 800th battle platform.

It wasn’t that their own swordsmanship was inadequate; it was that their cultivation was still insufficient!

Han Muye’s sword stirred a surge of fighting spirit in many people.

This enlightening feeling of moving towards the light was no less than a baptism of the soul.

If it weren’t for their unwillingness to miss out on more opportunities, many people would have been eager to seclude themselves again and re-comprehend their own swordsmanship.

By the time he reached the 1,100th battle platform, Han Muye brought even greater surprises to everyone.

It was a spell.

When Han Muye swung his sword, it unexpectedly carried the power of a spell.

However, he was still using a sword.

The sword light transformed into a green vine, entangling the puppet’s feet, and then his figure disappeared from the battle platform.

In the instant he left, the green vine covered the puppet’s entire body, strangling and shattering it.

“It’s the Guangling Dao Sect’s signature Dao technique, All Life!” Someone outside the Abyss of Sinking Wood exclaimed. Then, he turned around and advanced. “Fellow Daoist Cao Yu, it’s your Guangling Dao Sect’s All Life. How powerful!”

Indeed, it was impressive.

The power of this green vine could directly strangle and kill the puppets on the 1,100th battle platform.

With such strength, one could dominate in the world of cultivation.

Wearing a green Daoist robe, a purple-gold Daoist crown on his head, and both hands tucked in his wide sleeves, Cao Yu, the sect master of the Guangling Dao Sect, trembled slightly with his shoulders, and his robe sleeves fluttered lightly.

Although his expression appeared calm, the halo in his eyes was extraordinarily bright.

Many people looked at him enviously.

This cultivator who had unexpectedly suffered defeat on the 70th battle platform turned out to have such a grand and formidable heritage behind him.