Chapter 1992: 823, Contend of Ten Thousand Realms, Lingxiao Sword Sect_3
“All Sword Immortal Realm cultivators, follow me in attack—”

Someone shouted from within the Lingxiao Grand Hall below.

A green sword light shot upward, followed by at least a hundred sword lights rushing towards the void.

This time, the cultivators formed a sword array and, with orderly cohesion and dispersion, repelled the attacking foreign race, preventing them from drawing near.

Among them, several sword cultivators with remarkable combat strength broke away from the battle formation to fight in mid-air.

Taking initiative to strike.

The defending side that the various foreign races didn’t fear at all originally, now seeing the situation, did not dare to linger and all scattered and fled away.

The sword light in mid-air gradually dissipated, and a figure in green robes, holding a black three-foot-long sword, moved and stood right in front of Han Muye.

“Lingxiao Sword Sect’s Chen Shaodong pays his respects to the senior.”

Behind him, other sword cultivators of the Lingxiao Sword Sect gathered, watching Han Muye cautiously.

Su Xun looked tense, taking a step to stand beside Chen Shaodong.

He had already communicated Han Muye’s strength and identity to Chen Shaodong.

At this moment, he didn’t know how Han Muye would treat Chen Shaodong or how he would treat Lingxiao Sword Sect.

“Being able to gather combat strength in the shortest time just now was commendable.”

“Moreover, willing to allow the foundations to suffer damage to preserve actual strength.”

Han Muye smiled lightly at Chen Shaodong and said, “If those foreign races were determined to take down Lingxiao Sword Sect, what choice would you make?”

Chen Shaodong folded his fists, then spoke loudly, “While the foundation of my Lingxiao Sword Sect is important, it cannot compare to the lives of the disciples.”

“If the enemy fights to the death, I will lead the Lingxiao Sword Sect disciples to retreat from Lingxiao Peak.”

Looking up and seeing Han Muye’s light smile, Chen Shaodong took a deep breath and said seriously, “If the foreign race’s combat strength is too strong, we are not incapable of surrendering.”

“The Contend of Ten Thousand Realms is dangerous but also an opportunity. How can we not preserve our lives and strive for the greatest benefit having had the fortune to participate in it?”

After finishing his statement, Chen Shaodong stood still, unmoving.

Behind him, the faces of the Lingxiao Sword Sect’s sword cultivators were stiff.

“Sword cultivators emphasize Heart as One with the Sword, seeking that piercing sharpness,” Han Muye said softly as he looked at Chen Shaodong in front of him, “I somewhat admire your Sword Sect leader for daring to entrust you with guarding Lingxiao Sword Sect.”

Heart as One with the Sword naturally carries sharpness.

For someone like Chen Shaodong to speak of surrender and escape so easily, one could not feel the tenacity typical of a sword cultivator.

How could such a man be in charge of Lingxiao Sword Sect—could the traditional elders within the sect accept it?

“My father said that if it weren’t for this great trend, a person like me would sooner or later be kicked out of Lingxiao Sword Sect,” Chen Shaodong shook his head, then looked at Han Muye.

“Senior, since we are both sword cultivators, why not take a temporary rest at my Lingxiao Sword Sect, how about it?”

“If the senior is willing to come, I would offer the position of chief guest of honor with both hands,” added Chen Shaodong.

Han Muye laughed heartily and looked at Chen Shaodong, “Good.”

With that word, the repulsive force that had belonged to this piece of heaven and earth vanished instantly from him.

By integrating into this world, he could take it as a foundation and then step by step climb to the final peak of the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms.

As the repulsion of heaven and earth faded, the power that Han Muye had been suppressing erupted forth.

“Boom—”

Endless Rolling Clouds converged, forming a colossal blood shadow behind him.

The soaring murderous aura solidified into the virtual image of an Ancient Dragon Crocodile.

Such momentum made the entire heaven and earth tremble.

The power of the dragon crocodile’s skull consumed earlier had not yet been refined, and the fierce power swept across all directions.

“I will enter seclusion now, do not disturb me unless it is necessary,” Han Muye spoke indifferently, patting Chen Shaodong on the shoulder.

Chen Shaodong trembled, hurriedly nodding in agreement.

This, where is this some sword cultivator, it’s clearly an Ancient Demon God!