His declaration was met with dead silence. All of the enemy troops surrounding Chen Ping'an were momentarily rooted to the spot before erupting into a flurry of action. They weren't just gathered around Chen Ping'an to watch his heroics. Instead, all of them had prepared their spears and raised their bows, aiming them directly at what they perceived to be a young sword immortal.0

In the face of such immense pressure, Chen Ping'an did something quite unusual. He placed his locust wood sword back into his sword case with his left hand while removing his wine gourd from his waist with his right, then raised his left hand up high as if he were saying to the army of Water Combing Nation: "Please wait a moment while I have a drink."11

This instantly created a huge stir in the surrounding troops, and even the experienced and capable commanders in the army couldn't help but exchange a few bewildered glances. Could it really be that this young boy was a sword immortal capable of opposing an entire army on his own? This entire time, he had been nothing but the embodiment of grace and nonchalance, strolling through the enemy ranks without a care in the world.0

All of the soldiers felt utterly humiliated, and they didn't know how to proceed. They couldn't just throw more people at him, knowing full well that anyone who stood in his path would most likely be killed. While it was true that a hundred taels of silver in reparations was a huge sum, these soldiers were the closest of comrades, and they were practically brothers. No one wanted to see their brothers turn into piles of cold and lifeless silver.1

First and Fifteenth had already done their part to further contribute to the air of invincibility that Chen Ping'an was exuding, and they had now moved on to assist Song Yushao.0

The Green Bamboo Sword Immortal's sword strike swept directly toward Song Yushao's sword qi like a turbulent wave, but it was opposed by First, which managed to chip away at the attack bit by bit until it vanished. Meanwhile, the ax-wielding Militarian cultivator of Water Combing Nation had his hands full dealing with Fifteenth, which was whizzing around him at an extraordinary speed. 0

The burly old man had no intention of sacrificing himself to bring down Song Yushao, and he hurriedly went on the defensive, constantly moving around his axes around like a pair of shields to defend himself against Fifteenth. A string of loud clangs were ringing out incessantly around him, while trails of sparks were flying from his axes as he frantically kept...0