Having said his piece, Han Muye moved and stepped straight out.
In front of him, a golden pillar of light beckoned, connecting to the grand encampment of the Great Pantheon Plane.
Guo Yefeng and the others exchanged glances and nodded, "Marshal, rest assured, in this century's Heaven Conquering campaign, we shall surely protect and support you."
In their eyes, the sword light around Han Muye was surging, his soul stirring, evidently he had been injured.
But even the faintly dispersing sword light made their souls feel a bone-chilling cold.
This showed that Han Muye's sword cultivation had become so strong that it even posed a threat to their souls.
If the escaping sword light could shake their souls, what kind of powerhouse was he?
The Han Muye standing before them was clearly an existence on the same level as these Dominance Realm combatants!
In the cultivation world, strength is revered.