Kapitel 153: Mystic is Heavenly Mystic, Sun is Righteous, Mystic Sun!

The Sword Pavilion Elder, who was sitting at a long table on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, did not even look up.

A long black claw slapped down on Han Muye's head.

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and green spiritual light surged from his hands.

Above his head, an illusory sword slashed down.

"Slash—"

The long black claw was cut in half.

Before the long claw could recover, the sword light stirred and turned into pieces.

At this moment, Han Muye's cultivation was at the fifth level of Qi Condensation. Eighteen sword intents condensed in his Qi Sea, and one sword intent in his dantian was about to form.

In the divine treasure, there was even a soul sword that condensed into a phantom.

With his cultivation and combat strength, he could fight an Earth Realm expert without using a sword.