Chapter 1999: 827, Ten years, Continent Domains advanced, collecting Heavenly Beads
The strong can suppress a domain with the force of one.
When Han Muye’s figure appeared at the summit of Lingxiao Peak, everyone below raised their heads.
If there was still someone who could save the Lingxiao Domain at this point, it could only be Han Muye, Elder Han, the number one offering of the Lingxiao Sword Sect.
Below, Chen Shaodong’s expression was solemn. He took a deep breath, lowered his voice, “Inside Daqinei, when Elder Han makes his move, we will join forces to rush out and drive those elites from the Galaxy Universe away.”
“As long as we drive them out, there is still a glimmer of hope for us afterward, otherwise—”
Otherwise, the inevitable fate would be assimilation.
Being assimilated doesn’t necessarily mean death, but it’s certain that living will be worse than dying.
Daqinei nodded, his palm flipped, and traces of spiritual light quietly scattered.
Behind Chen Shaodong, disciples of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, as well as various forces from within the Lingxiao Domain, also quietly bonded together.
The eyes of everyone brimmed with a sharp light, all waiting for Han Muye to take action above the mountain.
Below the mountain, the battle intent rose unwittingly due to the collective will of everyone.
The solemn and vast power of blood qi began to churn.
Above the sky, those elites from the Galaxy Universe who operated and drove Puppet Fighters in black armor showed a disdainful expression on their faces.
Sometimes, having more people really doesn’t make a difference.
In the face of absolute power, even a myriad of ants is useless.
In the eyes of the cultivators from the Galaxy Universe, all others, apart from their own, are but ants.
“Fools know no fear.” A level nine Armor Master scoffed coldly as he looked at the slowly approaching Han Muye.
Even if there are strong figures within this continent domain who have preserved themselves using secret techniques and have quietly avoided the power of heaven and earth, what of it?
With thousands of battle puppets in front, even a divine-level powerhouse could only meet their defeat at this moment.
Would there really be a powerhouse beyond the divine level who would bother to hide in the lowest levels of the Continent Domains?
Which formidable being would be so idle?
With a single step, Han Muye traversed a hundred yards and in a blink, he stood before the battle formation of the Galaxy Universe.
Within each Puppet Fighter, power surged.
All waiting for a signal to make a move.
“This person…” The leading elite of the Galaxy Universe raised his hand, but his arm did not fall; instead, his body trembled all over.
“Han, Han, Han—”
Another Armor Master’s eyes widened as he yelled out loud.
His legs trembled as if he were about to fall and plummet from the clouds.
Han Muye stopped in his tracks, his gaze falling upon the Armor Master. He spoke indifferently, “You recognize me?”
The Armor Master trembled all over, nodding continuously, “I, the lowly one, have seen from a distance, seen Master Han.”
Master Han, who dominated the divine realm and whose strength alone sparked an entire revolution in refining weapons across the Galaxy Universe, was Han Muye.
How could such a person be in the Lingxiao Domain?
Isn’t that nonsense?
Master Han.
When the leading Armor Master uttered these three words, the fellow cultivators of the Galaxy Universe behind him instantly exclaimed in shock.
In the divine realm of the Galaxy Universe, who hasn’t heard of the name Master Han?
One might not have seen him, but it’s impossible not to have heard of him.
If one has never even heard of him, they would not qualify to participate in the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms.
How could such a powerhouse appear in a domain of this level?
Really, they thought of everything, just not this…
Han Muye’s gaze shifted forward.
Since they recognized him, it wouldn’t be good for him to take action.
As Master Han, even lifting a finger against these low-level cultivators would seem degrading.
“Chen Shaodong, you handle the rest.”
Han Muye waved his hand, speaking indifferently.
Not even needing to say much.
These low-level cultivators didn’t deserve to hear more from him.
“Disciple obeys.” Below, Chen Shaodong, who wore a confused expression, immediately bowed.
Right now, he knew nothing.
The only thing he knew was that whatever his master says goes.
He wasn’t the only one feeling lost.
Beneath Lingxiao Peak, everyone was befuddled.
They didn’t understand at all what had just happened.
Looking up, Han Muye’s figure had already vanished from where he was.
Chen Shaodong took a deep breath, his gaze turning towards those cultivators from the Galaxy Universe in mid-air.
“Elders—” Before he could finish speaking, the two leading Puppet Masters from the Galaxy Universe changed their expressions and hastily flew down.
“We dare not, I am Zhang Feng, I am He Cheng, we have seen the fellow Daoist.”
“It’s a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, so Brother Chen is a disciple of Master Han, no wonder there’s black armor.
“One of our own, one of our own.”
…
A dramatic scene unfolded.
The fate of a continent domain was decided amidst exchanges that seemed as trivial as child’s play.
The domain in question was called the “Jade City Domain,” and within moments, its fate was decided.
To unconditionally merge into the Lingxiao Domain.
All through the process, Han Muye never showed himself.
According to what Zhang Feng and He Cheng said, how could such a trivial matter bother Master Han?
Someone of Master Han’s stature shouldn’t be delayed by such trifles.
“Boom—”
An explosive rumble resonated in the void.
The earth of both domains trembled, and the spaces merged.
The power of heaven and earth kept ascending, and everyone felt as if their own power was being nourished and drawn up.
The immense heavens of both domains slowly fused together.
“Brother Zhang, may I know what status does my master hold in the Galaxy Universe?” As the domains began to shake, Chen Shaodong lowered his voice and spoke softly.
Finally, he couldn’t resist asking.
Daqinei next to him also pricked up his ears.
What kind of powerhouse would be recognized by any elite cultivators who casually arrive from the Galaxy Universe?
Zhang Feng and He Cheng looked at each other.