Chapter 913 - 913 The Means of Dang Wuyou (3)

913 The Means of Dang Wuyou (3)

Countless people tensed up.

No one could escape the decisive battle of the Dao.

This was a matter of life and death. Who could remain calm?

Han Muyeo lifted his head and his gaze met Dang Wuyou’s, even though they were separated by thousands of miles. Their divine consciousness clashed in the void.

The sky and the earth shook and exploded.

Bai Yuming kept retreating. He felt that his palms were sweating so much that he could not hold his sword anymore.

He had faced many life and death situations in his cultivation, but he had never experienced such danger before.

He could imagine that if Han Muyeo and Dang Wuyou fought, the area for thousands of miles around them would become nothingness.

One was a swordsman who controlled the power of time and the other was a powerful puppet master representing the forces of the Heavenly Mystic and Immortal Spirit.

This battle…

“How’s the preparation?” Han Muye’s voice came through.

There was no hint of hostility in his voice.

“Okay, it’s going smoother than I imagined,” Dang Wuyou’s voice was also devoid of hostility.

These two had no intention of fighting at all!

In the void, countless people heaved a sigh of relief.

No one wanted to be embroiled in a battle now.

Even a Divine Venerable wouldn’t be able to withstand such a battle.

Whoever came would die.

“If there’s anything you need help with, just say it,” Han Muye said softly, his figure slowly fading.

“Same goes for me,” Dang Wuyou’s golden-armored puppet took a step forward and flew off into the distance.

It wasn’t until the two of them really left that the void slowly became noisy again.

“This is the world of the strong…” Someone muttered, momentarily losing interest.

It was only when facing a worthy opponent that a strong person would show respect.

Their every word and action determined the life and death of countless people.

However, did they care about the lives and deaths of these countless people?

No, in their eyes, there were only the people who could be their opponents.

They did not care about the lives and deaths of others at all.

“The Dao Conflict, I’m afraid this is just the beginning of the Dao Conflict…”

Someone murmured, a look of concern flashing across his face.

The various factions had already displayed an overwhelmingly powerful force that was difficult to resist even before the real Dao Conflict had begun.

Time, space, supreme treasures, and divine court puppets.

Who could fish in troubled waters in this Dao Conflict?

“Martial Uncle, what should we do?” Bai Yuming looked at the old man with a sword on his back.

The others turned their heads at the same time.

They came from the Upper Three Heavens Sword Sect and regarded this old man as their master.

Luo Wuming, known as nameless, but left a name in the world.

At this moment, Luo Wuming’s expression was solemn, and divine light intersected in his eyes.

“This Dao Conflict is even more dangerous than I thought,” he whispered to the group of disciples around him.

Dangerous.

They had originally prepared to obtain benefits from the Dao conflict and retreat unscathed.

From the looks of it, this plan was probably going to fail.

“Whether it’s the Heavenly Mystic or the Immortal Spirit, they have both displayed enough power to sweep across this world.”

Luo Wuming retracted his battle intent, not letting a trace of it escape.

Be it Dang Wuyou, Han Muye, or Great Sage Heaven Trampler,each one of them had a power that made him feel fearful.

As a swordsman, he had a hunch that it would be difficult to leave unscathed in front of these three!

“Minister Han of the Heavenly Mystic controls the seven-story Sword Pavilion. According to the rules of the Sword Pavilion, we should fully assist them,” said Luo Wuming, and everyone around him nodded.

If they could only choose one side, then the Heavenly Mystic’s Minister Han would be the best choice for them.

“Let’s go. Since you’ve decided, don’t hesitate,” said Luo Wuming, as the six-story Sword Pavilion emerged behind him.

Everyone flew up and headed towards the Heavenly Mystic World.

Ten days later, a message came from the void.

The Immortal Spirit army of 80 million swept through the void with the Saints, Sages, and Half-Saints.

Under Huang Zhihu’s lead, tens of millions of sword cultivators from the Heavenly Mystic swept through the void.

Those who obeyed prospered, and those who resisted perished.

In the midst of the battle, there were only allies and enemies.

Three days later, the Sword Pavilion’s Luo Wu Ming defected to the Heavenly Mystic.

A month later, the Yuling Dao Sect formed an alliance with the Immortal Spirit World.

The land of the Dao Conflict was in chaos.