A towering figure in blue-gray battle armor, well over ten feet tall, with glaring eyes, clutched a long spear in his hand.
That war spear shone with a halo of swirling gray light.
Han Muye shook his head.
Foreign race.
Like himself, his aura did not blend with that of this territory, exuding a sense of disharmony.
There were two ways to gain acknowledgment from this realm and then compete for the Myriad Realms Heavenly Beads.
One was to occupy or subdue a power, while the other was to assimilate into one.
Han Muye raised his hand, and a streak of green sword light flashed by.
In this Continent Domain, he could sense a trace of the cold and sharp remnants from the Sword Dao inheritance.
Indeed, when the sword Qi shot out, the suppressive force in between heaven and earth lessened slightly.
"Slash—"
The sword Qi pierced through the space behind him, directly penetrating the body of the long spear-wielding foreigner.