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A surge of indescribable rage welled up; the Defiant Dragon bellowed furiously, and his sword thrust out again.

This time, he did not mobilize the sword intent; instead, he infused the sword intent into the sword body and, following the sword, his figure appeared directly behind Han Muye.

Close combat sword fight.

This was a choice only the extremely confident in their own sword cultivation would make.

Powerful beings of their level should normally strike across myriad worlds; this kind of direct, close-up confrontation was far more dangerous than a fight from a distance.

“Clang——”

As the Defiant Dragon’s sword thrust toward Han Muye’s back, a streak of sword light blocked the attack.

“I’m curious, what experiences have given you such confidence in your swordsmanship,” Han Muye murmured, and suddenly twisted the sword light in his hand.

The sword light climbed up the White Bone Longsword, then with a pull, the longsword in the Defiant Dragon’s hand was drawn out.

Han Muye reached out to grasp the longsword, and a faint strength of the soul infused within.

He rarely sought to comprehend the memories of possessed items.

But now he was truly curious. The Defiant Dragon’s sword cultivation was excellent, but not so good that he could confront him head-on.

And certainly not good enough to be so self-confident.

Who gave him the Courage?

“How is this possible…” staring at his empty right hand, the Defiant Dragon muttered to himself.

With such strong sword cultivation, how could someone take his sword?

The last one who took his sword was…

“Buzz——” The White Bone Longsword vibrated with a hum.

Within the sword, layers of memory images appeared in Han Muye’s mind.

Bloody, terrifying.

Every divine beast that was slain had a segment of its spine extracted to refine swords.

This White Bone Sword was actually refined from the spine of nine hundred and ninety-nine divine beasts.

“You, you can see my soul imprints!” The Defiant Dragon’s face turned white, his eyes wide with shock.

Who else could be a top master in manipulating the soul?

There couldn’t be anyone in the world with soul manipulation techniques that surpassed the Defiant Dragon’s, could there?

Impossible! No such beings have existed since ancient times.

He was a powerful being who, in the Desolate Wilderness, had achieved Overlord Level by using his strength of the soul to reverse space-time.

How could anyone surpass him in the operation of the soul!

No matter how surprised the Defiant Dragon was, Han Muye had already seen the scenes he wanted to see.

“Buzz——”

A sword light slashed in his mind; his soul vibrated, blocking, and obliterating this sword light.

“Sword God Lu Yue?”

“You learned your swordsmanship from him?”

“He told you that you have surpassed him and he doesn’t need to remain in this universe anymore?”

A hint of amusement appeared on Han Muye’s face.

Had he not experienced Sword God Lu Yue’s swordsmanship himself, and had he not just fought the Defiant Dragon, he would not have worn this expression.

Could the Defiant Dragon in front of him surpass Sword God Lu Yue?

In terms of combat strength, the Defiant Dragon might not be much less than Sword God Lu Yue.

But in terms of swordsmanship, Sword God Lu Yue could instantly defeat countless Defiant Dragons like him with a flick of his hand.

They simply weren’t on the same level.

Han Muye guessed that Sword God Lu Yue’s sword cultivation has reached the level where space itself is born with one sword, and all things perish with another.

A level that exists only in speculation.

Just like the creation of life within refining weapons.

For a sword cultivator like Han Muye, Sword God Lu Yue’s swordsmanship was the ultimate pursuit.

The Defiant Dragon’s swordsmanship level was about the same as Old Master Qin Suyang’s, strong enough, but still not at a level where he had the qualifications to challenge Sword God Lu Yue.

“You recognize Sword God Lu Yue?” Upon hearing Han Muye’s words, the Defiant Dragon was taken aback.

“How many rounds could he last in front of you?”

Watching the expression on the Defiant Dragon’s face, Han Muye shook his head slightly.

This guy had been fooled by Sword God Lu Yue.

But with the cultivation and combat strength of Sword God Lu Yue, why would he need to deceive the Defiant Dragon?

Han Muye frowned slightly, a glimmer of clarity shining in his eyes.

He had figured it out.

“Sword God Lu Yue imparted swordsmanship to you, what did he exchange with you?” Han Muye looked at the Defiant Dragon and asked.

The Defiant Dragon’s brows furrowed, and he wasn’t ready to answer, but still spoke up, “It’s just a bit of the Origin of reversing time-space.”

Reversing time-space.

Indeed, that’s it.

That’s how Sword God Lu Yue can traverse various voids and eras.

“Exactly how much of the Origin for reversing time-space did you give him?” Han Muye fixed his gaze on the Defiant Dragon.

The Defiant Dragon snorted coldly and shouted, “None of your business——”

Before his voice had even faded, Han Muye’s sword had already thrust forward.

Defiant Dragon raised his hand and, with a gesture, the bone sword in Han Muye’s hand shattered into pieces, returning to his hand. Then, lifting his hand, a streak of sword light met Han Muye’s sword.

But in that instant, Han Muye’s sword light exploded, condensing into dazzling cold radiance.

“Sizzle—”

The sword light directly shattered the long sword in Defiant Dragon’s hand, and then pointed at his neck.

In close combat, this sword light actually surpassed Defiant Dragon’s imagination.

“Speak,” Han Muye demanded, an icy chill emanating from the edge of his sword.

Defiant Dragon’s expression shifted, and the bone sword in his hand reassembled, transforming into a White Bone Hammer.

Above the hammer, a cold halo shone, smashing down towards Han Muye’s three-foot-long sword.

“Boom—”

A surge of emerald green lightning struck Han Muye’s sword. The blade trembled and suddenly fractured.

A glint flashed in Han Muye’s eyes as he exclaimed, “Yin Spirit Thunder!”

Naturally, thunder and lightning in the world are considered the utmost yang and firmness.

It brings forth the vitality of all beings with the strength of lightning tribulation.

This marks the beginning of the everlasting power of the Heavenly Dao.

Many creatures, to advance their realms, have to endure the bombardment of lightning, invoking the calamities of heaven and earth’s power.

Only the utmost yang and firmness of heavenly lightning can refine and purify a soul.

However, there is also the kind of lightning that becomes gentle and yin after reaching its Pure Sun state.

For example, the Yin Spirit Thunder mentioned by Han Muye.

It represents lightning that transforms from utmost firmness to utmost gentleness.

“Ha-ha, you haven’t seen the best of Immortal Sovereign’s abilities yet. Sword Dao, it’s just something I toy with,” Defiant Dragon grumbled through clenched teeth.

His White Bone Hammer continued to smash down, and streaks of emerald green lightning wrapped around Han Muye’s body, then condensed into chains.

Playing with lightning?

In the ancient prehistoric era, the divine bull indeed wasn’t as strong as Defiant Dragon, who became an Overlord.

But that strength was on a level of power, not divine supernatural powers.

How many races can compare to the divine bull clan when it comes to the lightning divine power of Being Source?

Watching the lightning wrap around him, Han Muye withdrew his sword with one hand and pointed out.

“Boom—”

Golden lightning intertwined with the emerald green lightning. Lightning flashed, and the radiance spread for thousands of miles!

As the two brilliant streaks of lightning collided, both Han Muye and Defiant Dragon were involuntarily sent flying, their bodies smashing through layers of the void.

Floating in the void, Han Muye’s eyes sparkled with bright divine light.

So the collision of this Extreme Sun heavenly lightning and Yin Spirit Thunder could generate such a grand power.

Perhaps the lightning he controlled could be enhanced even further?

He moved, prepared to return to the void ahead.

But just then, his expression darkened.

Around Defiant Dragon, who was also sent flying, three figures silently descended.

All three figures had four blade-like arms and fierce faces.

Supreme First-Class Heavenly Demon Beast!

All three beings were transformed from Supreme First-Class Heavenly Demonic Beasts!

Han Muye slowly turned his head; behind him, another Supreme First-Class Heavenly Demon Beast was quietly standing.

“Boom—”

The three Heavenly Demon Beasts in front attacked, their icy, sharp-bladed arms slashing down.

Defiant Dragon swiped with lightning and sword edge in hand, but he couldn’t stop the blade light at all.

His body was cleanly bisected, then regrouped not far away.

The three Heavenly Demon Beasts followed closely, pressing down with blade arms that turned into divine golden light, forming a cage.

Defiant Dragon was trapped within.

“Kid, I’ve given him half of my reverse void power; he should be able to reverse heaven and earth and travel through myriad worlds ten times,” roared Defiant Dragon.

“The forces behind the Heavenly Demonic Beasts are incredibly strong—they could even annihilate the Galaxy Universe back then. You can’t stop them.”

“Flee.”

Defiant Dragon’s voice was filled with a hard-to-suppress frenzy.

The force that annihilated the Galaxy Universe?

Gave half their Origin to Sword God Lu Yue?

No wonder Defiant Dragon didn’t have the strength that an Ancient Primordial Overlord should have.

“I’m very curious, where are you taking him?” Han Muye whispered, already rushing forward.

The Supreme First-Class Heavenly Demon Beast behind him followed closely, its four blade arms slaughtering down.

“Scram.” Han Muye shouted and thrust back with his sword.

“Ding—”

With the strength of this sword, he moved even faster.

The Supreme First-Class Heavenly Demon Beast behind him roared, tearing through the void and chasing rapidly.

“Kid, hurry, the Supreme First-Class Heavenly Demon Beast already has the combat strength of a Primordial Overlord—you can’t hold them off.”

Defiant Dragon, locked in the cage, called out loudly.

Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged as he suddenly turned and lifted his hand, a streak of sword light in his palm.

“My dear, turn around.”