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Chapter 1401 - Chapter 1401 Chapter 589 Sword Control Combat Huangji

Chapter 1401: Chapter 589: Sword Control Combat, Huangji Tianming_2 Chapter 1401: Chapter 589: Sword Control Combat, Huangji Tianming_2 This principle was not difficult to deduce.

Meanwhile, several miles away, the Ming Luo Hall Master failed to notice this; he had only felt, from Han Yi’s sword strike just now, a combat strength not inferior to his own.

“An ordinary Immortal Monarch? It seems he has hidden his true power.”

“So, your appearance is also a facade, not your true face.”

With these predetermined ideas, the Ming Luo Hall Master deduced Han Yi’s realm and, from that realm, concluded that Han Yi had altered his appearance.

“Which fellow daoist from Fierce Sun Mountain are you?”

“No matter, once I kill you and peel off your face, I will know who you are.”

The Ming Luo Hall Master cast out his Immortal Sword, which suddenly transformed and grew to a hundred meters in size. Dark sword fog swirled around it incessantly as if sinister gods and demons were lurking within, and one could even faintly hear the deep breathing of Sword Qi.

He formed a seal, which landed on the enlarged Ming Luo Sword, then pointed at Han Yi. Instantly, the Immortal Sword flashed past, tearing through the sky with such speed that even a Peak Immortal Monarch would have to exert full effort to catch it.

Several miles away.

The moment the Hall Master activated his Immortal Sword, Han Yi also took a deep breath and struck with full force, launching himself forward with Sword Control.

Against an ordinary Ming Luo Hall Master, if he couldn’t kill his adversary, escaping was an option. But with the addition of the Hall Master’s other identity, the Wan Ming Incarnation, Han Yi determined that he must try his utmost to kill his foe at any cost.

Should that fail, he would still attempt to use the Wan Ming Tome to see if he could suppress him.

The Green Reed Sword did not transform into something huge but maintained its usual state. However, its sword spirit was stirred; with breathtaking Sword Qi, under Han Yi’s command, it engaged in battle high above Lake of Ten Thousand Spirits with the Ming Luo Immortal Sword–a clash befitting Seventh-order top-tier Immortal Swords.

Both were Sword Immortals, and from the looks of it, their strongest method was the Sword Controlling Immortal Skill.

Yet in just ten breaths, the Ming Luo Sword let out a mournful wail, rapidly shrinking and getting struck away by the Green Reed Sword, wobbling back into the hands of the Ming Luo Hall Master.

The Hall Master looked at his weakened Ming Luo Sword, then at the Green Reed Sword with its spreading Sword Light, his gaze filled with shock.

“What kind of Immortal Sword is this?”

“Eighth-order?”

“No, not quite Eighth-order, but the essence of this sword is exceptionally high.”

The Hall Master’s eyes grew covetous; he had refined his Ming Luo Sword to the peak of the Seventh-order, to the point where it could progress no further. He had thought that with the Ming Luo Sword, even as a newly advanced Peak Immortal Monarch, he was not weak.

To his astonishment, he quickly came across another Immortal Sword, far more powerful than his own Ming Luo Sword.

If he could obtain this Immortal Sword, his strength would surely increase considerably.

With this thought.

He turned his gaze to Han Yi, still standing high in the sky, and a hint of a cold glint flickered in his eyes.

This mysterious Immortal Monarch had hidden his power, masquerading as an ordinary one. It would be extremely difficult to kill him with sword skills alone, let alone other Immortal Skills. It seemed he had no choice but to take a risk.

His concern in taking this risk was not whether Han Yi could withstand the onslaught but that if he invoked his Soul Skill, it might be discovered by the members of the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect.

However.

This was not the Daluo Immortal Realm, and as the Wan Ming Incarnation, he had not yet reached the point where everyone was out to get him. Besides, within the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect, there was no prohibition on one’s origin of identity; he believed that even if his true identity was discovered, it might not pose a significant problem.

With this thought.

The Hall Master sheathed his Immortal Sword, formed another seal, and a surge of fluctuation rose from his body. This fluctuation originated from the same source as the one that had previously detected Han Yi’s hidden form but was now thousands of times stronger.

Due to this wave of energy, even the surrounding space began to blur.

This was his Soul Skill, the deeply hidden trump card in his arsenal.

A Soul Skill derived from the Wanming Immortal Scripture.

The Brilliant Extreme Sky Ming Soul-Stealing Technique.

Eight thousand years ago, it was with this technique that he had ambushed and killed the Nine Sparrows Hall Master, who was even stronger than him, in a certain secret realm.

Now, as a newly advanced Peak Immortal Monarch, he believed that deploying this Soul Skill would overwhelm the vast majority of his peers, leaving them unable to resist and turning them into his Soul Slaves.

Several miles away, Han Yi clutched the Qingping Sword, his eyes narrowing. He watched the Hall Master invoking the Soul Skill, ready to make a move, but then he discovered that his Immortal Soul had started to operate the Wan Ming Tome on its own.

The Wan Ming Tome was a counter to the heavenly potential found within the Soul Sutra board.

This tome, said to have ninety-nine layers, had stalled at the seventh layer, which Han Yi temporarily set aside due to the lengthy time it demanded.

It was not until he devoured the Divine Soul of Su Yan Immortal Monarch that the progression of the Wan Ming Tome advanced to the eighth layer.

Though the Wan Ming Tome was autonomously reactive, Han Yi didn’t stop to do nothing; instead, his thoughts shifted as his Immortal Power trembled, and he wielded the sword once more.

Several miles away, the Hall Master watched Han Yi and sneered. Then, he stretched out his hand and pointed into the void ahead.

Almost instinctively, Han Yi slapped himself with the Four Origins Tao Skills.

But the next moment, he realized that nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

The Qingping Sword, which he was controlling, was once again blocked by the reactivated Ming Luo Sword. However, the Ming Luo Sword was again repelled, causing the Hall Master to stumble back a few steps, creating some distance between them.

The Hall Master, who had retreated over ten miles away, stiffened his face and then shouted in alarm:

“Impossible.”

For the first time since the ambush, his expression changed, as if something beyond his expectations had occurred, something he couldn’t understand.

Because with his Soul Skill deployed, Han Yi’s Immortal Soul should have been under his control. With just a flick of his finger, Han Yi’s Immortal Soul would have flown out, thrust into confusion, and whether to kill him or turn him into a Soul Slave wouldn’t have posed a problem.