1192 The Legacy of an Immortal Lord, Meeting Golden Immortal Ye Ming Again (5)
He had the identity of an Immortal Lord’s disciple.

Various cultivation techniques that couldn’t be displayed in front of outsiders.

“You don’t understand!” Golden Immortal Ye Ming gritted his teeth, raising his arms. “I could have dominated a realm, but I intentionally set up a layout in the wasteland, making others wait patiently until the moment I unlock the treasure.

“Everyone lay in wait, only to drain me dry.”

There were no eternal secrets in this world.

The major forces hadn’t taken action against Golden Immortal Ye Ming because his value wasn’t yet enough to make them confront their fabricated mighty beings.

However, once the layout of the Wilderness drew out top-secret treasures, experts would definitely snatch them.

But once the layout in the wasteland revealed the extremely secret treasure, strong ones would surely make their move to seize it At that time, Golden Immortal Ye Ming would become expendable.

So he was afraid.

He feared waking up one day to find his abode sealed by a powerful array.
“These many years of roaming the wasteland have indeed been arduous,” Han Muye nodded again, speaking softly.

Just like himself, he only dared to roam the Wasteland.

They were the same kind of people.

“Haha, it’s different now,” Sword Immortal Ye Ming said, looking at the magma below, his frenzied expression hard to conceal.

“As long as I obtain the true treasures of the Immortal Lord, I can rampage through the Fuyu Immortal Realm like a storm.

“At that time, let’s see who still dares to have designs on me.”

He raised his hand and pointed at Han Muye.

“You, excuse me, can disappear now.”

“Boom!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light descended from the sky and landed on Han Muye.

A golden net, countless starlights.

To a Golden Immortal expert, Han Muye was only a Heaven Immortal.

That was all.

“You once fought Golden Immortal Shu Ming.

“You also exchanged sword strikes from a distance with the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal.”

Golden Immortal Ye Ming smiled, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes as he said lightly, “Let me see if you really have the ability to fight against a Golden Immortal.”

Immortal Shu Ming was one of their own at the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

The power of that sword was something outsiders didn’t know.

The Spirit Sword Golden Immortal attacked in the Burial Immortal City. No one knew how far his sword had spanned or how much power it had.

In Golden Immortal Ye Ming’s opinion, Han Muye had even stolen his sword back then, although he had deliberately given it away.

Now that Han Muye had no more value to exploit, he could die.

Only a dead Han Muye could keep a secret.

“Buzz!”

The golden net enveloping Han Muye vibrated and contracted.

Ten feet.

Three feet.

Golden Immortal Ye Ming narrowed his eyes.

When the net shrank to within three feet of Han Muye, he looked relaxed and disdainful.

A sword cultivator’s limit was within three feet.

Once the bottom line was broken, so what if he was a Sword Immortal?

Life and death were in his grasp.

Golden Immortal Ye Ming raised his hand.

Then he slightly froze.

Han Muye, who was enveloped by the net in front of him, also raised his hand.

Both swords pointed forward at the same time.

“Slash—”

The golden net was lifted by the sword edge, and golden proficiency light flashed. The sword light spun and wrapped the net around the sword, turning into golden immortal patterns.

A rare immortal treasure, consumed like this?

A look of astonishment flashed across Golden Immortal Ye Ming’s face. He had yet to clench his open hand.

In front of a Void Heaven Immortal, he, a Golden Immortal, was surprisingly at a loss.

“So, this is a volcano…”

Han Muye looked around, his expression revealing an indescribable emotion that made Golden Immortal Ye Ming’s heart tremble.

“This is the arrangement left behind by Senior Brother Cang Yun back then as a method to suppress the experts of the Divine Realm at the last moment.

“Unfortunately, it was never used.”

Senior Brother Cang Yun!

Suppressing the experts of the Divine Realm!

Golden Immortal Ye Ming widened his eyes.

Could these words be spoken by a mere Void Heaven Immortal cultivator?

“Who, who exactly are you?” He looked at Han Muye, his voice trembling.

“Who, who am I?” Han Muye whispered.

Even he found this question hard to answer.

If possible, he wished he hadn’t transmigrated.

If possible, he wished he was still the sword caretaker on the Nine Mystic Mountain of the Western Frontier.

If possible, he wished he could peacefully cultivate with his Dao companion in the Heavenly Mystic World.

If possible, he didn’t want the inheritance that spanned five million years.

But since everything had already happened, it was now in his hands!

As a sword cultivator, all opportunities were seized with the sword in hand.

He couldn’t abandon his opportunities either.

“Clang—”

Both swords soared.

Golden sword light, infused with the power of the absorbed immortal treasure, flickered, already surrounding Golden Immortal Ye Ming.

No more words.

Neither Han Muye nor Golden Immortal Ye Ming spoke.

Both of them had revealed their greatest secrets. Today, only one of them could leave.

“Clang—”

Han Muye’s sword was blocked by the three shields in Golden Immortal Ye Ming’s hands.

Then, 3,000 green-gray mountain peaks smashed down on Han Muye’s head.

Ten bursts of gusty wind exploded, forming black palms that slammed down on Han Muye.

A green rope appeared around Han Muye, morphing into a thousand-foot-long serpent.

The techniques of a Golden Immortal were shown without restraint.

Golden Immortal Ye Ming, a formidable one who had roamed the Wasteland for countless years, was lethal when he attacked.

But Han Muye, who was in front of him, was no longer hiding.

It was impossible to hide from a Golden Immortal in front of him.

“Boom!”

The Kui phantom was beside him.

Innumerable longswords transformed into a dragon, and a nine-story sword tower lined up.

Sword intent.

Battle intent.

Killing intent.

Spiritual energy turned into a thread.

The Primordial Spirit Sword floated in the air.

10,000 swords merged as one.

In this moment, with this one sword, Han Muye displayed his strongest strike!

The sword light condensed and slashed down.

No matter your techniques, I’ll only attack with only one strike.

In that instant of the sword’s condensation, the magma below began to boil and surge, like waves stirred.

“I—I know who you are—”

Golden Immortal Ye Ming widened his eyes and let out a resounding roar as he watched the sword advance forward, breaking through everything in its path.

“Boom!”

The sword fell.