1183 My Hometown is in Hulun Bai’er


    Stepping into the Bitter Immortal Realm, Han Muye was immediately shaken to his core.


    The vast and boundless aura of destion struck him, causing the power in his veins to tremble.


    The phantom of the Kui behind him appeared and faded.


    The Baxia bloodline hidden deep in his body quietly stretched out and absorbed a trace of Heaven and Earth powers.


    The Heaven and Earth powers in the Bitter Immortal Realm actually had traces of the ancient primordial era.


    “How is that possible?” wondered the Divine Lords.


    Unless—


    Han Muye squinted his eyes.


    Unless this was once the Grotto-heaven of a Primordial mighty figure who fell here.


    This also exined why there were traces of primordial power here and why there were so many demons here.


    Ahead, flying demonic beasts intercepted. Han Muye’s figure moved, shaking them off.


    In the sky and on the ground, chaotic battles between demonic beasts could be seen everywhere.


    There were also some demons in human form with powerful auras. From afar, one could see demonic lights soaring into the sky.


    Guided by the blood-red spiritual light, Han Muye flew for five days andnded outside a lush,rge city.


    Therge city in the Bitter Immortal Realm was different from the Yunteng Wastnd. The entire city was likeyers of high mountains, stacked upyer byyer and reaching tens of thousands of feet.


    Green vegetation enveloped the entire city, and demonic lights flickered from various ces, giving it an aura of prosperity.


    Outside the city where Han Muyended, there was an endless procession of merchant caravans heading toward the city.


    People were no longer surprised to see someone like Han Muye descending from the sky.


    However, someone still shouted, “Where are you from? Get in line.”


    Han Muye turned and saw that the speaker was a four-armed man who was 20 feet tall, covered in green skin, and had a head and face like a toad.


    The giant carried arge wicker basket on his back, filled with dark gray ores that looked incredibly heavy.


    Just by looking at the size of the wicker basket, it could probably hold several thousand catties of weight.


    Behind the giant were several simrly robust figures, each carrying arge wicker basket.


    They were all carryingrge wicker baskets.


    “The Greensack n?” Han Muye whispered.


    The Greensack n was a low-level race in the Bitter Immortal Realm. They were usually in charge of transporting ores.


    They had a slightly higher status than human ves.


    Coincidentally, Han Muye was human.


    Therefore, this burly man from the Greensack n dared to re at Han Muye.


    Seeing Han Muye look up at him, the burly man snorted coldly. One of his four arms stretched out and pped Han Muye’s head.


    If this strikended, Han Muye would definitely turn into meat paste.


    However, since Han Muye had flown over on his sword, how could he not even withstand this attack?


    He narrowed his eyes and a faint golden sword light shed.


    “sh—”


    With a sweep of the sword light, the arm of the burly man from the Greensack n was cut off, and greenish-ck blood sttered on the ground.


    The sword was so fast that the surrounding people only saw a sword light before it caused a ssh of blood. n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    “Ah—”


    “Murder—”


    “Stop—”


    The giant, now missing an arm, slumped to the ground, roaring in pain.


    Not far away, several figures flew over and floated quietly in the air.


    Wearing blue robes and ck armor, with two horns on their heads, they held long spears and stood on dark golden flying wheels beneath their feet.


    This private army seemed to belong to a powerful demon, showing considerablebat prowess.


    “Who dares to ambush the mining team of the Four Spirit Demon King?” The leading figure in the blue robe and ck armor pointed his spear at Han Muye, and his demonic aura condensed into a ck goat covered in cloud-like patterns.


    Other soldiers in ck armor also watched Han Muye warily.


    Although the burly man whose arm had been cut off was trembling in pain, the corners of his mouth curled up, and a smug expression appeared on his face. He reached out and grabbed the broken arm, reattaching it to his shoulder.


    On the broken arm, green silk sacs connected to the wound on the shoulder like stitches.


    However, in the next moment, the burly man’s face turned pale.


    The Greensack n’s tried and tested Broken Limb Rebirth technique had lost its effect!


    The silk sac on the broken arm could not reach his shoulder no matter what.


    Faint golden sword shadows shed on his shoulder, severing all the silk bags.


    This arm was really broken!


    The leading general in the air frowned and stared at Han Muye.


    The Bitter Immortal Domain was the territory of the demon race, but it did not mean that there were no powerful humans here.


    “Who the hell are you?”


    The general shouted in a low voice and pressed down with the spear in his hand, preparing to form a formation to take down Han Muye.


    To injure the people from their mining team in front of them was provoking the Demon King.


    Looking at the spear formation, Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and sword light gathered in his palm.


    At this moment, a low shout came from not far away, “Scram.”


    His voice turned into a golden lightning shadow that exploded with a bang, knocking the group of generals 100 feet away.


    Qin Zhaoyuan, who was wearing a purple robe, took a step forward andnded beside Han Muye. He cupped his hands and said in a low voice, “Greetings, City Lord.”


    Han Muye hade to the Bitter Immortal Realm as promised, so he had to follow the agreement and serve Han Muye as his master.


    As for helping save people and finding the Immortal Monarch’s treasures, that was another agreement.


    “That’s the caravan under the Four Spirit Demon King. They specialize in doing hard work.”


    “Since they’ve offended the City Lord, I’ll kill them.” Qin Zhaoyuan took a step forward. The faint purple lightning light emitted from his body made the Greensack nsmen tremble.


    Qin Zhaoyuan’s umted power and killing intent could turn them into ashes in an instant.


    Sixth Master Qin’s domineering aura was fully revealed at this moment.


    There were no rules in the Bitter Immortal Realm.


    Killing a lot and being ruthless was the rule.


    Purple Lightning, Thunder, and Gale—all had once firmly been in his control.


    “There’s no need for Sixth Master to do anything.” At this moment, a burly man in a ck robe strode over with a long saber in his hand. He looked at the Greensack n members, then raised the long saber and pointed it at the ck-armored soldiers who were just standing up.


    “Go back and tell the Fourth Spirit Demon King that these troublemakers have upset our esteemed guests of the Zhulong Trading Company.” Gathering golden light on his long saber, the man’s de emitted a deep aura as it shone and vanished in an instant.