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.0

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.1

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.0

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.0

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