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The rain and mist around Misty Mountain made it appear as if the mountain were shrouded in night all year long, yet the brilliant sword light cut through the darkness and made it appear like day. The closer the sword immortal got to Misty Mountain, the quicker Chen Ping’an soared forward. He didn't pause or hesitate at all, and it was clear that he wasn't the least bit afraid of Misty Mountain's mountain-protection formation. The sword light suddenly glowed with increasing brilliance, and even Lü Yundai couldn't help but narrow his eyes at this moment, averting his gaze from the explosive burst of sword light.

As if he were cutting tofu, Chen Ping'an sliced through the mountain-protection formation of Misty Mountain with a single sword strike. He then charged straight toward the ancestral hall located at the peak of the mountain.

The six mountain-protection flying swords that had made significant contributions to the defense of Misty Mountain were surprisingly unable to block the uninvited guest. Not only that, but the flying swords swayed about as if they were going to fall at any moment, seemingly afraid of the long sword under the sword immortal's feet.

The most terrifying thing was that the golden thread that stretched from the horizon all the way to Misty Mountain didn't vanish after the sword immortal broke through the mountain-protection formation.

The length of the sword qi and the brilliance of the sword intent were simply astounding.

The wind and rain were swept over by the person and his sword, causing the astral wind to swirl violently and the spiritual energy to churn at the peak of the mountain. Apart from Lü Yundai, everyone else from Misty Mountain had their souls waver and their breathing stifled. In fact, some of the cultivators with weaker cultivation bases even stumbled back several steps. This was especially the case for the young cultivator who only had the right to stand outside the ancestral hall because of his aptitude as a sword cultivator. If it weren't for his master secretly tugging his sleeve, he might have lost his balance and directly collapsed to the ground.

It was only at this moment that the cultivators of Misty Mountain clearly saw the appearance of the uninvited guest. He was a tall and thin young man wearing an azure robe.

He gracefully hovered to the ground, after which the sword under his feet returned to the scabbard on his back. Everything happened in one smooth motion.

Chen Ping'an held his hands inside his opposite sleeves, slowly walking forward and glancing at the relatively composed Lü Yundai as well as the uneasy Lü Tingjiao in white. He smiled faintly and said, "I'm visiting Misty Mountain today to tell your immortal force one thing: I'm the Dao guardian of Blusher Prefecture's Zhao Luan. Do you understand?"

Uncle Master Hong lived in relative seclusion, and the elderly cultivator holding his walking stick with both hands had already accepted his fate. He had given up all of his power and influence in the immortal force, and he was simply relying on his status as the uncle master of the mountain master to enjoy his final years. He didn't involve himself with the matters of the sect. However, he hurriedly nodded in understanding at this moment, not caring whether he truly understood the situation or not. He would pretend that he understood and go from there.

The Cave Abode Tier cultivator who was skilled at sword manipulation techniques felt extremely parched at this moment, and it was clear that she was feeling apprehensive and already having thoughts of surrender. She had been filled with confidence and indomitable might just then, appearing as if she were completely unafraid of the uninvited outsider. However, all of this had deserted her at this moment.