If There's No Decision, Cut Off with a Single Strike

Han Muye had always heard Daoist Dayan mention Yu Niang and roughly knew that it was one of the 48 sword pills in Sword Master Yuan Tian's hand.

It turned out that the name of this sword pill was Yuchen.

The friendship of the Eastern Sea Flood Dragon Clan and a sword pill.

This harvest was enough.

Han Muye looked up at the center of Clear Lake. Over there, the spiritual light had exploded.

As he stood up, the dragon boat slowly slowed down.

The dragon boats behind likewise slowed down.

"Since our Nine Mystic Sword Sect wants to fight for the position of the head of the nine sects of the Western Frontier, we'll fight fairly.

"If the Spiritual Dao Sect wants to do something, our Nine Mystic Sword Sect will go against them."

Han Muye's voice was neither fast nor slow, but it sounded like a declaration.