Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 2150: 906, Condensed Dao Fruit

Chapter 2150: 906, Condensed Dao Fruit

The blood-red net descended, and apart from a few elders whose three-foot-long swords shone brightly and cultivation abilities trembled at the Dao Breaking Realm, all other disciples within the Entering Dao Realm and Seeking Dao Realm were suppressed.

w.a.n.g Chenlong, with an injured palm, was enveloped by at least five light nets, bending his back.

At this moment, he couldn’t even move a step, let alone detonate his cultivation abilities.

Yao Heceng, an elder from Mixing Peak, cut through the light net in front of him with his three-foot-long sword and rushed to within fifteen feet of w.a.n.g Chenlong, only to be blocked by two figures.

“Sun Lin, Sun Hai.”

Yao Heceng’s expression was solemn as he thrust his three-foot-long sword.

The ones blocking him were twin experts from the Heavenly Roaring Sect, sect deacons.

The pair was skilled in joint attacks, and their combat strength could suppress those in the Dao Breaking Realm.

Yao Heceng was capable of dealing with one of the brothers, but facing both at once, he stood absolutely no chance of fighting back.

But now was not the time to consider victory or defeat, now was a time of life and death!

Yao Heceng let out a low shout and thrust his three-foot-long sword, summoning an illusory water dragon with the sword edge, merging his body with it as he charged toward the obstructing figures.

“Seeking death,” one of the figures in front of him muttered as he threw a punch.

The other stepped forward, stooping down to deliver a palm strike.

The punch collided with the water dragon, which wrapped around the punch, disintegrating both the body of the dragon and the punch.

Just as Yao Heceng’s figure was revealed, he could only manage to hold his sword horizontally in front of him before a palm struck the sword spine on his chest.

“Crack—”

The three-foot-long sword shattered, his chest bone sunk in, and Yao Heceng was sent flying thirty feet away, falling into the rubble, unconscious.

The tragic state of Yao Heceng extinguished any thoughts the other elders had of rescuing w.a.n.g Chenlong.

They simply couldn’t break through.

“Hum—”

Three more streaks of blood light enveloped w.a.n.g Chenlong.

Already at the end of his strength, w.a.n.g Chenlong could no longer resist; his legs gave out, and he knelt down.

Wu Tangyue, the Vice Sect Leader of the Heavenly Roaring Sect, stepped forward with his hands behind his back, his qi and blood converging into a roaring male lion.

“Surrender, I’ll give you a chance to live.”

“Otherwise, I’ll take your sword bones back to the Heavenly Roaring Sect and forge them into a pillar.”

Wu Tangyue slightly lowered his head, staring at w.a.n.g Chenlong before him.

w.a.n.g Chenlong trembled all over, kneeling on the ground without speaking.

Wu Tangyue’s accompanying elder sneered, stepping forward and chopping down with his hand.

“Hum—”

A resonant sound erupted as a sword light flew in, blocking the elder’s palm.

Everyone looked up, each showing a slight startle.

The sword light flew back into Han Muye’s hands.

Unbeknownst to them, Han Muye had already reached the outskirts of the battlefield.

Wu Tangyue squinted his eyes, a chill pa.s.sing through them.

“They want to kill him, and you still want to save him?”

He looked at Han Muye, his hand behind his back clenched tightly, with a flicker of golden light on his knuckles.

Han Muye looked down at w.a.n.g Chenlong kneeling on the ground and declared loudly, “First, we of Moon-Encompa.s.sing Peak have not colluded with any individuals from the outer sect.”

No collusion.

His words brought a look of bewilderment to the faces of the All-Encompa.s.sing Sword Sect members around him, pressed down by the net.

At this point, to say such things, what’s the use?

w.a.n.g Chenlong struggled to lift his head, looking at Han Muye, a hint of struggle in his eyes.

Han Muye raised the sword in his hand, pointing it at Wu Tangyue ahead.

“You took advantage of their defeat by my Moon-Encompa.s.sing Peak to strike, and tried to smear dirty water on my Moon-Encompa.s.sing Peak. We do not carry this blame.”

Just for that?

Indeed, had Han Muye not prevailed over w.a.n.g Chenlong, these All-Encompa.s.sing Sword Sect powerhouses would not have descended into panicked flight, falling into the ambush.

Further tracing the cause, had it not been for the business with Moon-Encompa.s.sing Peak, the All-Encompa.s.sing Sword Sect would not have gathered so many powerhouses here, leading to the Heavenly Roaring Sect’s complete entrapment.

“They are your enemies, and they are our enemies, kid. Actually, we are on the same side—” Wu Tangyue’s voice had just started when Han Muye’s three-foot-long sword vibrated and directly interrupted him.

“You are from the Heavenly Roaring Sect, and we are from the All-Encompa.s.sing Sword Sect,” Han Muye’s expression was calm, his sword edge pointing towards Wu Tangyue, “Who is on the same side as whom?”

His words darkened Wu Tangyue’s expression.

The suppressed intermediate Sword Sect deacons and elite disciples all had complex expressions.

They had come here to capture and kill the disciples of Moon-Encompa.s.sing Peak.

At this moment, the disciples of Moon-Encompa.s.sing Peak were instead trying to save them.

“Kid, if you want to stand out, you should weigh your own strength,” said Zhao Chengliang, an elder of the Foreign Affairs Hall of the Heavenly Roaring Sect, from beside Wu Tangyue.

He raised a broad-bladed sword in his hand, filled with a soaring killing intent.

“Your strength is not bad, but it’s all the power of that sword.”

“You yourself haven’t even entered the Dao Realm, nor have you condensed a Dao Fruit, have you?”

Zhao Chengliang, a Dao Breaking Realm powerhouse who had been observing the fight, had already seen through Han Muye’s true capabilities.

In his eyes, there was not a trace of Dao intent on Han Muye.

When Han Muye made his move, it was all with the enhancement of the sword’s power.

What he said was actually right.

Because regardless of the sword in his hand or his own physical body, both were Han Muye’s true form.

When he made his move, in situations where the opponent’s power could not crush his sword-enhanced body, his own physical strength indeed had not yet been displayed.

This to Zhao Chengliang seemed like borrowing the power of the sword.

Zhao Chengliang’s words brightened the eyes of the surrounding strong members of the Heavenly Roaring Sect.

A sword that could reverse the Dao Breaking Realm in the hands of an Initial Knowing Realm cultivator, what a powerful treasure?

If this sword were in their own hands, wouldn’t it mean they could directly challenge a Dao Extinguis.h.i.+ng powerhouse?

Han Muye stood still, nodded slightly, and then thrust his three-foot-long sword into the ground.

“You’re right, I have not yet condensed my own Dao Fruit.”

“Then I will first condense a Dao Fruit, and then fight again,” he declared.

As he spoke, the power of qi and blood surged from him.

Above his head, a golden, ethereal fruit began to take shape.

Qi and blood condensed into a Dao Fruit.

The condensation of this Dao Fruit caused everyone around to be slightly taken aback.

Han Muye, being a person from Moon-Encompa.s.sing Peak and a sword cultivator, how could he condense a qi and blood Dao Fruit?

Wasn’t the qi and blood Dao Fruit supposed to be condensed by body-tempering cultivators?

But the next instant, everyone’s stunned expressions turned into astonishment.

The qi and blood Dao Fruit above Han Muye’s head had just formed when it burst open, and then a Dao Fruit emanating sword light appeared.

“Sword Dao Fruit?”

“No, it’s dual cultivation of sword and body!”

“Wrong, this kind of Dao Fruit is a special type, where its power can change with the cultivator’s own cultivation!”

A few low exclamations arose.

At this time, who still had the mind to discuss Han Muye’s Dao Fruit?

Fierce determination shot through Wu Tangyue’s eyes. The two white-bearded elders beside him quickly stepped forward, one rus.h.i.+ng towards the sword Han Muye had thrust into the ground and the other smas.h.i.+ng a fist towards Han Muye.

The three-foot-long sword was Han Muye’s reliance for strength; if they could seize the sword, Han Muye’s strength would greatly diminish.

Han Muye, who had just condensed a Dao Fruit, was unlikely to be a match for an Entering Dao Realm powerhouse like the white-bearded elder. He could neither dodge nor block the elder’s blow.

These were the impressions of everyone at that moment.

The suppressed disciples of the All-Encompa.s.sing Sword Sect all wore complex expressions.

Han Muye had shown great potential, but he had not been given enough time to grow.

This was not the time for such a figure to fall.

“Were we… wrong?”

A deacon elder of the All-Encompa.s.sing Sword Sect murmured and slowly closed his eyes.

He couldn’t bear to watch Han Muye being cut down with one blow.