"Don't—"
Mengyan's voice had not yet faded when Han Muye had already stepped forward, his three-foot-long sword slashing directly down toward the young man.
The speed of this sword was so fast that the young man couldn't retaliate or defend himself, with his body already cleaved apart, turning into a golden stream of Flowing Light.
Han Muye twisted his three-foot-long sword, piercing through the Flowing Light.
Even the force of truth couldn't block the passage of this light.
"That is a law created by the Land of Truth, belonging to dimensional power, indestructible."
Mengyan stepped forward, looking ahead and said in a low voice, "If you can destroy the law, then you can step into the next dimension, entering the Land of Truth."
"Good sword techniques." A voice emerged in front of Han Muye, the young man he had slain reappeared, his face full of surprise.
"A rare void creature with such sword techniques."
"If you could practice well with me, I could let you live."