Bab 2175: 931, Yuming Thirteen Swords!

A trial by fire, their lives were their own responsibility.

At one statement from Han Muye, everyone before the Sword Nurturing Hut changed expressions in an instant.

Some faces revealed surprise and joy, while others showed an expression of panic.

Xu Zhichu looked up towards where Xu Fengran was standing, a flicker of battle intent in his gaze.

Xu Fengran, on the other hand, was ecstatic, looking at Han Muye as his blood essence and sword power surged within him.

Han Muye took in everyone's expressions and turned to walk into the Sword Nurturing Hut.

Inside the Sword Nurturing Hut, rows of swords resonated.

His gaze landed on an ancient three-foot-long sword. Han Muye reached out and called it to his hand.

Faint blood essence poured into the sword body, making the sword tremble and revealing a series of images in Han Muye's mind.

Three thousand miles away lay the Yuming Abyss, once the stronghold of the Yuming Sword Sect.