Chapter 32

Myriad sharp sword lights flashed, and endless sword auras exploded.

The sword auras formed a river, surging for a hundred feet!

"Intent of the Sword!"

On a mountain ridge dozens of miles away, several martial artists in white robes looked up, and one of them cried out in surprise.

"A ground realm expert, it must be Qin Yuanhe of the Tai Ling Sword Sect!" A gray-robed elder coldly shouted.

"Quick, surround and kill this person; the Nine Profound Sword Sect will surely offer a great reward." The elder's aura was heavy, and he carried a long sword, from which sharp energy emanated.

"Boom—"

A pale red firework exploded in the distant sky.

"That's the Nine Profound Sword Sect's assembly order. Quick, surround Qin Yuanhe, and you can earn three thousand merit points."

A group of Nine Profound Sword Sect inner disciples flew away, rushing forward.

"Intent of the Sword..."

"Hehe, good kid."

In the Mo family mansion, Mo Yuan looked up at the sword light piercing the sky, his face full of smiles.

"Unfortunately, I didn't witness this move, the Convergence of Ten Thousand Swords." Sitting on the threshold, Mo Yuan's eyes were filled with joy, but also a hint of regret.

"This is the Convergence of Ten Thousand Swords." Han Muye slowly retracted his hand and spoke calmly.

The space in front of him, a hundred feet wide, seemed to have been plowed by an iron plow.

Several martial artists all spat out fresh blood, their bodies riddled with holes.

This was just the Convergence of Ten Thousand Swords unleashed by a single sword intent.

If three thousand sword intents were condensed into a sword momentum, what would the Convergence of Ten Thousand Swords look like then?

Han Muye's hands were behind his back, his eyes filled with intense light.

"Convergence of Ten Thousand Swords..." Mo Yucheng gripped the bride's cold little hand, his voice hoarse as he muttered to himself.

To kill several dozen cultivators with a single sword strike—could this really be the creation of their ancestor?

How could an outer disciple who failed to reach the Condensation of Qi stage for two hundred years create such a grand sword technique?

Han Muye slowly stepped forward, squatted down, and looked at the figure convulsing on the ground.

"Speak, why did you come?"

The man's eyes were full of fear, he made a few choking sounds, and then his head tilted, and he died.

Han Muye reached out and grabbed the long sword on the ground.

Scenes appeared in his mind.

A young boy joined the Tai Ling Sword Sect.

He practiced sword techniques in his youth.

He was an elite in the sect.

He came to this place with the sect's elder to disrupt the Nine Profound Sword Sect's plans.

"That Xuan Yang Sword contains the essence of sword dao. If we find it, it will surely help our Tai Ling Sword Sect become the leading sect in the Western Border." In the scene, the speaker was a black-bearded man in a long robe, none other than the Tai Ling Sword Sect's expert, Qin Yuanhe!

"Tai Ling Sword Sect, Xuan Yang Sword..." Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

The last time he heard the name Xuan Yang Sword was in the Sword Pavilion, in the image of the sword carried by Ji Yuan, a disciple of the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

What secrets does this sword hold?

"Little sister, little sister..." Sun Luyang, lying in a pool of blood, gasped for breath, looking at the bride.

The Sun family's young lady covered her mouth with her hand, tears falling.

"Little sister, don't blame Brother Jiu."

"The Sun family has already been exterminated by the Tai Ling Sword Sect, we had no choice..."

"You, you must live well—"

Before he could finish, he died.

"Boom—"

Not far away, fireworks rose into the sky.

Han Muye stood up and turned, saying, "Let's go."

After speaking, he walked back.

Mo Yucheng and the others didn't see that Han Muye's face was pale.

Killing for the first time was not a pleasant experience.

"Ying'er, rest assured, our Mo family has an ancestor, and I, Mo Yucheng, will surely avenge you." Mo Yucheng supported the trembling bride, speaking solemnly.

When Mo Yunteng and the others arrived at the battlefield, there was not a single living person left.

"Sword aura, they were injured by sword aura!"

"Ground realm, it must be a ground realm expert!"

Everyone turned to look at Mo Yunteng, their faces full of astonishment.

The person who acted was obvious.

Mo Yunteng smiled but said nothing, just looking into the distance.

Several figures rushed over.

Each of them had a tall and straight figure, with a sharp aura emanating from their bodies.

They were all sword cultivators.

"Mo Yunteng greets the seniors." Mo Yunteng stepped forward and bowed to the newcomers.

The leading figure was in a gray robe, carrying a long sword, his eyes scanning the surroundings, and his eyes slightly narrowing.

"Was this your doing?"

Mo Yunteng shook his head and said, "In response to the senior, this was done by a senior of our Mo family."

"That senior has a close relationship with our Mo family's ancestor."

He bowed and said softly, "Our Mo family's ancestor is in the Nine Profound Sword Sect."

The old man in the gray robe's expression changed slightly, then he nodded and said, "Ah, good, so the Mo family has such a connection with our Nine Profound Sword Sect."

"I am Xu Linjin, the executive of the Battle Sword Hall of the Nine Profound Sword Sect."

"The ground realm expert who acted to eliminate the threat for the Nine Profound Sword Sect, we should visit the ground realm expert of your Mo family."

Ground realm!

The strong expert of the Nine Profound Sword Sect personally said that the Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor was a ground realm expert!

Mo Yunteng's face was full of smiles, and he extended his hand, saying, "Senior, please—"

The bodies on the ground would naturally be cleaned up.

A group of people surrounded the Nine Profound Sword Sect experts and headed to the Mo family.

"Wow, the Mo family is really thriving..."

"Even the experts of the Nine Profound Sword Sect are coming to visit, the Mo family is truly soaring."

The guests whispered behind their backs and followed the group to the Mo family.

No one wanted to leave first in such a scene.

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In the Mo family's back courtyard, Han Muye returned in large strides.

Mo Yuan, his face agitated, struggled to stand up: "How did it go?"

"Condensation of Qi and Cultivation of Yuan, all cut down with one sword." Han Muye spoke solemnly.

"Ha ha, good, good—" Mo Yuan laughed heartily, his laughter joyful.

The Convergence of Ten Thousand Swords indeed had the power to cut down countless enemies with one sword!

Spending two hundred years to create such a magnificent sword technique, Mo Yuan felt no regrets in his life!

His face flushed red, he coughed a few times, and his body swayed, about to fall.

Han Muye stepped forward and reached out to support his arm.

Mo Yucheng and the Sun family's young lady also came forward, looked at each other, and knelt in front of Mo Yuan: "We pay our respects to the ancestor."

"Hehe, don't you think I'm a useless ancestor?" Mo Yuan laughed, his eyes showing a hint of relief and regret.

"Our ancestor is a celestial being, and the Convergence of Ten Thousand Swords is unparalleled in the world." Mo Yucheng looked up at Mo Yuan, his eyes full of admiration.

The power of Han Muye's single sword strike made him completely convinced.

To create such a sword technique, the ancestor of the Mo family, as a member of the Mo family, was truly fortunate!

Hearing Mo Yucheng's words, Mo Yuan's face showed a hint of satisfaction, then he sighed lightly, "Unfortunately, my dantian is empty, and I have no strength to gather spiritual energy. Otherwise, I could have lived a few more days."

"I really want to see the Mo family again..."

His voice grew faint, and the light in his eyes began to fade.

At this moment, Han Muye suddenly reached out and pressed his shoulder.

A powerful force surged into his body, making his eyes widen.

Intent of the Sword!

This was a complete sword intent, directly piercing through Mo Yuan's body and meridians, penetrating all the meridians, then colliding with his chest and abdomen, and landing in the dantian.

Han Muye's other hand pressed a pill into Mo Yuan's mouth.

The pill dissolved immediately, turning into a surge of spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy traveled through the meridians pierced by the sword aura, instantly reaching Mo Yuan's dry dantian.

"Buzz—"

A powerful force emanated from Mo Yuan's body.

Condensation of Qi!

A sword intent opened the dantian, and an exquisite cloud qi pill filled the meridians and dantian, directly breaking through Mo Yuan's cultivation to the Condensation of Qi realm.

Once he entered the Condensation of Qi realm, his depleted lifespan rapidly increased, and the aura in his body reversed, turning his white hair gray.

His originally gaunt face also gained more color.

"Buzz—"

Mo Yuan opened his eyes, a sword light flashing in them.

Within a thousand feet, all swords resonated!

In front of the Mo family mansion, Xu Linjin, the executive of the Battle Sword Hall of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, who was walking forward, was shaken.

The long sword on his back continuously resonated.

Not only him, but the swords in the hands of the Nine Profound Sword Sect disciples behind him were so agitated that they could hardly hold them, as if they were about to fly away.

"Intent of the Sword solidified, ground realm activated!" Xu Linjin stood still, bowing slightly.

This was respect for a powerful expert.

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