Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1859: Wu Zhao’s Rebirth, Fusion of Battle Puppets that Surpassed the Primordial Chaos (2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

“Master, this person’s body, bones, and bloodline have already collapsed, leaving only a remnant soul.”

The two old men exchanged glances and shook their heads.

Although their skills were not lacking, it was a pity they could not save Wu Zhao, whose heart meridians had already been severed.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and walked forward, his gaze falling on Wu Zhao.

He didn’t need to investigate to know that Wu Zhao’s body was already dead.

If he were a sage-level cultivator, he could rely on his powerful soul force to be reborn.

If he were at the Divine level, there were plenty of mystic techniques to reconstruct his body.

But Wu Zhao was only a level-five cultivator.

The power of his soul couldn’t even escape his body.

Han Muye pondered for a moment and raised his hand.

A faint soul turned into a cloud and floated gently.

The power of this divine soul was too thin and too weak. He couldn’t even take human form.

A golden light fell from Han Muye’s hand and enveloped the soul.

The green mist surged and transformed into Wu Zhao’s figure.

Wu Zhao, whose eyes were originally filled with confusion, slowly turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

“Han, Master Han…”

His voice was as faint as a mosquito’s, and his body trembled, revealing his agitated mind.

The two old men and Yu Ci were surprised.

To be able to condense his master’s remnant soul with just a casual move, how strong must Master Han’s divine soul cultivation be?

Wasn’t he a weapon refiner?

How could he have such powerful soul cultivation?

Han Muye waved his hand and looked at Wu Zhao’s remnant soul. “Tell me, what happened?”

Wu Zhao hurriedly explained why he had been killed.

Yu Ci, who was standing behind Han Muye, said, “The refiners’ alliance has already found out that this was done by the Zhu family and the Shen family.”

“An elite from the Shen family’s collateral branch had an affair with Wang Yuyao from the Wang family. Miss Zhu played a role in encouraging this.”

Whether it was the Jujin Trading Company or the Alliance of Refining Masters, they both wielded immense power. In Wanjin City, if they couldn’t uncover the truth about a murder that occurred in broad daylight, they wouldn’t be the strongest forces in existence.

“The Shen family has already been eradicated by the Alliance.

“The Zhu family is also surrounded. However, the Alliance is hesitating because the Zhu family seems to have ties to the Divine Realm. They are deliberating whether to annihilate them entirely or accept their offer of redemption.”

Yu Ci looked at Han Muye and then at Wu Zhao’s remnant soul. “As for the Wang family, they have sent someone to the trading company to apologize, but their apology was rejected.

“Our trading company has also secretly issued a mission to eliminate the Wang family, awaiting your approval.”

Wu Zhao’s face showed gratitude.

For his sake alone, the Alliance destroyed the Shen family and besieged the Zhu family.

Moreover, the Jujin Trading Company was prepared to act against the Wang family.

“Master, my life is insignificant…” Wu Zhao whispered softly.

It wasn’t worth it.

He was just a level-five cultivator.

Level-five cultivators were as numerous as grains of sand in Wanjin City and the entire Galaxy Universe.

Such an insignificant person was not worth Master Han’s efforts and resources.

“Wipe out the Zhu family and the Wang family,” Han Muye said calmly.

His words made Wu Zhao’s entire body tremble. His already fragile remnant soul body shook as if it were about to crumble.

The two old men at the side widened their eyes.

For the sake of a lowly rank-five cultivator, Master Han wanted to annihilate two major families in Wanjin City.

Who could imagine such a domineering and ruthless approach?

Yu Ci nodded and turned to leave.

He didn’t care what others thought.

Since it was Master Han’s decision, he would carry it out to the fullest.

As for any unnecessary trouble caused by this matter, that was a concern for the future.

The two gray-robed elders exchanged a glance, then bowed and left.

“Thank you, Master.” Wu Zhao bowed to Han Muye.

The remnant soul of a level-five cultivator couldn’t last long. The only thing he could do now was watch his soul dissipate.

“Little Han, his soul is quite pure. It can be used…” A voice sounded in Han Muye’s ear.

Han Muye frowned.

Wu Zhao’s remnant soul was already dim. He hurriedly opened his eyes and looked at Han Muye.

“Master Han, if I can be of any help, I won’t hesitate.”

Han Muye shook his head.

Wu Zhao said anxiously, “Master Han, my remnant soul is useless anyway. If I can help you in any way, I’m willing!”

Perhaps due to his excitement, his remnant soul began to tremble.

“Little Han, why don’t you help him?” Chaos’ voice sounded again.

Han Muye frowned and whispered, “His soul is too weak. Even if he wants to—”

“I can help him gather his soul.” There was a hint of temptation in Chaos’ voice.

The golden bird landed on Han Muye’s shoulder and gently flapped its wings.

The Five Elements Divine Furnace at the side also trembled slightly.

Han Muye pondered for a moment before his gaze landed on Wu Zhao.

Wu Zhao’s eyes were filled with anticipation.

“Alright.” Han Muye finally nodded, then waved his hand.

“Boom”

A Battle Puppet flew down.

This Battle Puppet looked like a human body. It wore battle armor and stood tall and straight.

The immense power emanating from the Battle Puppet caused the surrounding space to churn.

The Chaos Golden Bead flew forward. A golden light scattered and absorbed Wu Zhao’s soul.

“Ah”

When the remnant soul collided with the golden light, a miserable cry came from the originally thin remnant soul.

Visible to the naked eye, the remnant soul turned into a dim light, then was infused with streams of golden light.

This was to forcefully elevate the remnant soul of a level-five cultivator to control a Primordial Chaos Battle Puppet.

This process, akin to inflating a balloon, tore Wu Zhao’s original divine soul layer by layer.

Painful roars and crazed wails echoed.