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There were still two sides facing off against each other, yet one side was now Chen Ping'an instead of the mounted troops of the Yao Clan.
The sword cultivator quietly said, "There's no hurry."
Hearing this, his subordinate calmed down and dragged his feet along the muddy ground in boredom.
The middle-aged sword cultivator was dressed in coarse white clothes, and such was the power gap between him and the Yao Clan's mounted troops that there wasn't a single drop of blood on his clothes.
He was fairly handsome, yet his narrow eyes and thin lips made him radiate with an aura of slight harshness. He didn't have an ordinary sword, just a flying sword that was the same length as most ordinary swords.
When this flying sword left his acupoint to kill enemies, it appeared like a coiling fire dragon that couldn't be stopped. Indeed, the sabers and spears of the Yao Clan's mounted troops were completely unable to stop this flying sword, immediately shattering into pieces once they came into contact with it.
The sword cultivator's subordinate was a hulking pure martial artist dressed in a suit of Divine Dewbearing Armor. Those in the mountains commonly referred to this type of armor as simply Dew Armor.
Chen Ping'an was no stranger to Militarian armor pellets like this, having once obtained an armor pellet from that imperial preceptor of Ancient Elm Nation. Afterward, he had purchased an extremely high-grade yet damaged Dew Armor from Stalactite Mountain, which Lu Tai had helped him repair later on. However, he never had the opportunity to wear it, as his Dao robe, Golden Sweet Wine, was even more precious than the high-grade Dew Armor.
The two cultivators skillfully cooperated with each other, with the pure martial artist guarding the sword cultivator while the latter controlled his flying sword to slay enemies....
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