章 991: Myriad Worlds Hall, Heavenly Venerable Guangfa

A golden long sword descended with a single strike.

The old man's body trembled, and the divine light in his eyes dimmed.

The long sword turned and transformed into Han Muye. With a raise of his hand, the long sword and storage bag around the old man landed in his palm.

Grasping the hilt of the sword, scenes flashed before his eyes.

"In the Middle Three Heavens, the Soul-Breaking Sword Sect, how interesting."

With a smile, Han Muye dissipated.

Only after his figure disappeared did a figure descend from the void, looking around with a frightened expression on his face.

"Impressive. The ninth in the world is actually more terrifying than the legends…"

The figure murmured, then chuckled softly, "Fortunately, I planned it well. Let's see how you fall into my trap."

"What trap?" Han Muye's voice sounded behind him.

The figure froze, slowly turned around, and looked at Han Muye with an incredulous expression on his face.