"Trespassing the Wood Deity Palace, kill."
The black-faced cultivator shouted and slashed his sword at Han Muye's head.
Sword lights flashed at an extremely fast speed.
In this dam, only when speed and strength coexisted was one truly powerful.
The advantage of this strike was its speed.
No wonder this black-faced cultivator still existed after so many years.
Han Muye raised his hand and pointed.
His speed didn't seem fast, but when the sword was about to hit his head, he blocked it.
"Clang—"
His finger flicked on the ridge of the sword.
The green sword fell to the ground.
The black-faced cultivator's body trembled and shattered into countless pieces.
The power of this finger was the power of the divine beast Baxia. With a light flick, it could shatter a tall mountain.