"I, Chai Yan, don't believe your so-called Hidden Sword Technique is that mysterious. If you have the skills, go ahead and kill me."

"If you seek your own death, what can be done?" Yun Mo knew that at this moment, all the guests of Wangchuan Tower had focused their attention on this place. If he couldn't even deal with a mere Chai Yanzong, it would be as hard as climbing to the heavens to escort these people down the mountain safely.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated. His right hand pressed on the sword hilt, and this Treasure Sword, which he had nurtured for more than forty years, emitted an exceedingly intense buzzing sound, like a Flood Dragon about to break free from its chains, ready to strike.

At the same time, a fearsome aura rose from him.

Ferocious, hideous, bloodthirsty!

It was as if he had shed his benign disguise, revealing the most terrifying aspect.

Even though the sword remained sheathed, it seemed as if everyone could hear the earth-shaking roar of a dragon, and even the air around Yun Mo became intensely distorted, as if a blinding light was emanating from him.

A beautiful young woman in gauze, an Ascetic, a beggar, a sword-bearing man with a bamboo hat, and a teacher in a scholar's robe appeared nearby.

Their eyes were fixed on Elder Yun Mo, their expressions somewhat grave.

Chai Yanzong was just about to swing his saber to kill when an overwhelming sense of crisis surged in his heart; intuition told him that if he dared to slash, he would surely die.

The blade in his hand was sharp and radiant like frost and snow, Yun Mo's body was already within an arm's reach, and if he struck, he could sever Yun Mo's head from his neck.

However, no matter what, he did not dare continue to strike, as a terrifying pressure loomed over his head, making his heart pound uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth, cold sweat unknowingly dripping from his forehead, and the arm holding the saber hilt felt as if it was being crushed by a mountain, stiff and numb.

Meanwhile, Yun Mo's aura kept rising, and a formless and invisible Sword Momentum shot into the sky, as if intending to split the world in two.

If this continued, he wouldn't even need to make a move; he could crush Chai Yanzong's spirit and even shatter his martial will.

However, at this moment, an unexpected change occurred!

From the wooden building nearby, four figures leaped out, using their Lightweight Technique to instantly arrive and stand beside Chai Yanzong.

"Qin Family, Qin Liangyue."

"Wind Thunder Sect, Hu Yanze."

"Cloud Frost Sect, Duan Tianya."

"Liufeng Pavilion, Mo Wenchun."

The five stood together, their auras merging, with wind and thunder howling, clouds and frost turning to rain, and the four seasons cycling, resembling the transformation of the heavenly phenomena.

In Central State, these clans and sects mostly originated from the Celestial Law-Controlling Sect.

The core inheritance of the Celestial Law-Controlling Sect is the Divine Techniques: Heaven and Earth, focusing on comprehending the changes of the heavens, operating wind, rain, and thunder, and mastering the workings of Creation. Its true skill inheritance within diverges greatly from mundane martial paths.

At this time, these five strong figures of the Celestial Patrol Department had all cultivated the true intent of the Martial Path, and their roots in the Martial Path were all related to the Celestial Law-Controlling Sect. When they made their moves, the momentum was earth-shattering, seemingly transforming into heavenly phenomena.

It was as if a vast ink painting unfolded before everyone, with thunder exploding, wind and rain swaying, seasons changing, trapping people in a fleeting illusion.

Buzz!

A clear and resonant sword cry sounded between heaven and earth, resembling a dragon's roar and a phoenix's call, echoing between the sky and ground, instantly slicing through that picture-like momentum, making a sound like tearing silk in the void.

The Hidden Sword Skill, accumulated over forty years, was suddenly unsheathed.

The moment the sword blade was drawn, it was like a mountain flood bursting forth, or a waterfall rushing down, accompanied by the sound of the sword's cry, the dark and profound sword blade tearing through the sky.

Fast! Fast! Fast!

No words can describe the sharpness of this sword; it even left an ink mark in the sky, like a dark crack torn in the void.

The five masters who were watching the battle nearby almost simultaneously retreated explosively, their faces displaying shock, fearing that lingering a moment longer would involve them in this dazzling radiance.

The afterimages of their Lightweight Technique were still flickering in the air as the sound of clashing metal spread.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Five figures flew backward, spurting crimson blood in mid-air, their internal organs trembling, faces ashen, and then slammed to the ground like broken sacks, thoroughly unconscious.

Only then did the envoys from the other five forces land using Lightweight Technique, startled and apprehensive as they glanced at the Celestial Patrol Department's people who had been beaten unconscious, feeling a chill and a bit fearful.

"Fortunately, that idiot Chai Yanzong took the lead; otherwise, wouldn't this sword have struck us?"

The thought simultaneously flashed through their minds, and they turned their gaze back to Yun Mo.

They saw him standing steadily in place, his hair slightly gray at the temples, yet his spirit still robust. After unleashing the one sword he'd accumulated for forty years, his face was slightly pale, but his posture remained upright.

He looked at the scattered crowd and spoke with a somewhat indifferent tone, saying, "All of you should know, once the Yellow Dragon Hidden Sword True Technique from Yellow Dragon Peak is unsheathed, its first sword's momentum is at its peak, the sharpest, but it's not limited to just one strike."

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