Chương 1747: The Power of a World Can Only Nourish One Weapon (2)

Yan Ke'er pondered for a moment before following him.

"Boom—"

In just a moment, He Yangsun arrived not far from Han Muye. He was standing amidst the flowing light, holding a battle spear in his hand, his face revealing a look of joy.

The battle spear had been obtained by Master Han!

He turned around and raised the long saber in his hand.

Several figures were already rushing over.

Some reached out to grab the scattered treasures, while others set their sights on Han Muye, charging directly towards him, intending to snatch the war spear.

"Go away."

The saber light in He Yangsun's hand exploded, sending three level seven cultivators flying.

This time, he did not hold back. Two battle puppets broke apart, and the level seven puppet master behind him coughed up blood and retreated in defeat.