Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1790: He Yangsun Takes Action and Summons the Dean (2)

Chapter 1790: He Yangsun Takes Action and Summons the Dean (2)

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The armor masters went to move the limestones.

All of the refiners came out and dragged the black-feathered birds back to gather useful spiritual materials.

In the fortifications, Han Muye held a pale black iron piece in his hand, his eyes s.h.i.+ning.

He had obtained this piece of metal from a Black-Winged Skylark.

It was a fragment of a battle sword.

There was also a trace of memory in the fragment.

Only a trace.

Countless black armors and powerful puppet masters could be seen.

These people shattered a seal in the void and gathered various of exotic beasts.

From these images, Han Muye saw the shadows of level-nine, sage-level, and even divine-level beasts.

There weren’t many.

In other words, the next trial wouldn’t be level seven or eight exotic beasts, but level nine, sage-level, and divine-level beasts.

Under the invasion of such powerful beasts, the trial disciples would probably die.

“Fengge City?”

Han Muye’s eyes flashed.

There was Fengge City, but there might also be other large cities.

He turned his head and looked in the direction ot the judges. Neither Liang Qiyuan nor the other judges sensed this danger.

“Forget it, I’ll do you a favor.”

Han Muye whispered.

He raised his hand and a golden stream of light flew towards the Judgment Hall.

Nalan Moran was covered in blood. He panted heavily as he leaned against the cliff.

The trial disciples behind him were also exhausted.

Fortunately, no one had died yet. Most of them were injured and their souls were exhausted.

The trial disciples who followed Nalan Moran were all glad.

“Senior Brother Nalan, should we clean up the battlefield and prepare quickly?” A trial disciple with a slightly damaged battle armor walked over and asked softly.

Everyone knew that even if they cleaned up the battlefield now, it wouldn’t be of much use. With their strength, it was impossible for them to resist the next round of beast tides.

“Clean up the battlefield…” Nalan Moran looked up at the two mountains in front of him.

On the other side, someone seemed to have turned around and looked over.

“Clean up the battlefield. We’ll retreat in 15 minutes.” Nalan Moran smiled.

Retreat?

Retreat to where?

Everyone looked at each other and quickly began to collect various materials.

In less than half an hour, they began to quietly retreat from the mountain and walk towards the mountain ridge at the side.

“Boom—”

After retreating less than 10 miles, a golden saber aura slashed down and shattered the battle puppet scouting ahead.

A level seven puppet master’s face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Defend!”

Nalan Moran shouted and flew up. With a serious expression, he raised the long saber in his hand.

The pale golden Battle Armor enveloped his body, and his long saber blocked the saber light that slashed down again. Nalan Moran shouted, “Du Tang, are you courting death?”

Du Tang.

He was an elite among the trial disciples, a level nine puppet master.

A black-armored battle puppet with a long saber stood in front of Nalan Moran. Not far away, several armor masters protected a young man in thin armor.

“Nalan Moran, you shouldn’t be so close to Instructor Yan.

“She’s mine.’

The young man gritted his teeth and raised his hand. The black-armored battle puppet swung its saber again.

Nalan Moran laughed loudly. His long saber clashed with the battle puppet and he stepped back slightly.

“Do you pathetic lot think this is a game?

“Do your families know about your antics?

“Instructor Yan has a wilderness city behind her. Do you want to reach the sky in a single step?”

Nalan Moran blocked the battle puppet with his long saber, then turned to look in another direction.

“Gao Zhengtai, come out.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man walked out.

Level nine armor master, Gao Zhengtai.

Several imposing armor and puppet masters approached, surrounding Nalan Moran and his group.

“You should know that on the eighth day of the trial, the disciples can engage in mortal combat.” Gao Zhengtai raised his long blade, pointing it at Nalan Moran.

His words made the disciples following Nalan Moran turn pale.

The eighth day of the trial was the final day of inter-disciple combat.

On this day, the strong joined forces, and the weak withdrew.

They were allowed to fight to the death at the last moment.

“Today, we will only kill Nalan Moran,” Du Tang shouted. Behind him, powerful cultivators stepped forward.

The trial disciples who followed Nalan Moran all turned pale.

Not only had they already exhausted much of their strength, but they also had little power left to fight.

Even if they could fight, they couldn’t possibly defeat the formidable enemies before them.

Either side was the strongest presence in this trial.

“How did Young Master Nalan offend these people…” A trial disciple whispered and retreated.

“Hmph, we’re following Senior Brother, so we’ll naturally stick together with him.” A disciple who was following closely beside Nalan Moran shouted in a deep voice. He raised the long saber in his hand and slowly covered his body with battle armor.

The other disciple behind Nalan Moran looked up with a strange glint in his eyes.

“In today’s situation, Nalan must die.”

With a soft voice, he moved and stabbed Nalan Moran’s back with his spear.

“Bang!

Nalan Moran blocked the spear with a light s.h.i.+eld, and a smile appeared on his face.

Some of the disciples following Nalan Moran retreated in a panic. Some gritted their teeth, their faces filled with anger. They wanted to stick together with Nalan Moran.

However, there were many people who retreated. Only five people were willing to be with Nalan Moran.

“Do you want to kill me?

“Do you know who I am and what my background is?

“Do you know why Instructor Yan treats me differently?”

Nalan Moran’s expression remained unchanged as he looked around and spoke loudly.

His words made Gao Zhengtai laugh.

“The Nalan Clan is just a small family clan in Void City’s Yongming City.

“Besides, you’re not a true core disciple of the Nalan family.

“Your father was just from some small town in the Wilderness.”

Gao Zhengtai’s voice was loud and clear, and his face was filled with disdain.

“How dare you climb up the social ladder of a big city with your background in the Wilderness.

“With such a background, you, Nalan Morran, still dare to be arrogant.” Gao Zhengtai’s words made the surrounding trial disciples smile.

The disciples who had followed Nalan Moran previously now looked relaxed. “l thought Nalan Moran is not really from a great family in the Void City.”

“We’ve been deceived by him. With just this little ability and background, he’s still so arrogant.”

Nalan Moran’s expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and pointed at Gao Zhengtai.

“By saying such things, you’re insulting my father…” Gao Zhengtai sneered. “Your father is not worthy—”

“Big brother, he insulted our father!” Nalan Moran shouted.

Big brother?

Father?

Everyone was stunned.

However, in the next moment, everyone felt their hairs stand on end!

A murderous aura instantly enveloped everyone present!

“Who’s there!” Du Tangs expression was grave as he exclaimed.

What answered him was a long golden saber.

“Boom—”

From the distant mountain ridge, a saber beam that was 10,000 feet long slashed down!

The saber light directly shattered the armorists in front of Du Tang, then sent the battle puppets flying, causing Du Tang to vomit blood and retreat.

One slash to break a level nine armor master!

Who was it!

Gao Zhengtai was about to fly up when he was pressed down by a golden fist.

The fist struck his shoulder with a dazzling golden light, shattering his battle armor.

He Yangsun’s eyes were filled with killing intent as he flew down.

The green- gold level nine battle puppet protected its side, and the faint golden battle armor on its body shone with a halo.

“Big Brother!” Nalan Moran shouted.

The surrounding people were stunned.

Level nine battle puppet, level nine battle armor!

He Yangsun’s expression remained unchanged as he moved. The long saber in his hand slashed down at Gao Zhengtai’s head.

Gao Zhengtai was already defeated. When he saw the saber beam, his face turned pale.

“I—I surrender—”

He wanted to surrender, but He Yangsun ignored him.

The long saber slashed down and directly shattered Gao Zhengtai’s body.

A level nine expert was killed just like that!

Everyone was dumbfounded by this slash.

Even Nalan Moran felt a bit fearful and shrunk back.

In the distance, the judges in the hall all stood up.

“This is He Yang!’

“He broke the rules!”

“Gao Zhengtai has already surrendered. You can’t kill him anymore!”

Everyone turned to look at Liang Qiyuan.

Liang Qiyuan’s gaze fell on He Yangsun in the light screen.

He Yangsun.

The head of the He family in PaG.o.da City.

Master Han’s spokesperson.

His net worth…

Very vast.

Very vast.

Very vast.

“Gao Zhengtai shouted too late.” Liang Qiyuan waved his hand.

Too late?

This reason…

The hall was silent.

“l knew that you, Liang Qiyuan, had ulterior motives!” A black-armored elder raised his hand, and a golden light appeared in his palm.

“Someone on Hill No. 14 sent you a message.

“This is evidence. I don’t believe the dean will cover up for you this time.

“l want to summon the dean!”