Awakening

"Who are you?"

Ancestor Yanyue's face showed wariness. Before this person appeared, she had not sensed him at all. In her divine sense, he was like a stone, without the slightest trace of life.

"Get lost."

A trace of impatience appeared on Ke Zhenbei's face.

In his eyes, ants from medium and small sects like these only needed to obediently listen to him. There was no need for nonsense.

"How presumptuous!"

The female cultivator beside Ancestor Yanyue instantly drew her sword and slashed out. Cold light flashed, and Frost Sword Intent spread outward. Even the falling snowflakes throughout the area were infused with sword qi. Hexagonal snowflakes hung suspended in mid-air before exploding with a roar.

Sword rain filled the sky, frost like snow.

Dense sword qi stabbed toward Ke Zhenbei without distinction. It was precisely the killing move from the Yanyue Sword Art—Yanyue Frost.

"An ant shaking a tree."

Ke Zhenbei extended one hand, and the magic treasure long sword in his grasp immediately flew from its sheath.

Sword light burst through the air like a blazing Great Sun. Scorching sword qi collided with the falling sword qi outside, producing the clang of metal striking metal. The power of the magic treasure crushed the opposing Frost Sword Intent like rotten wood, and sword qi brimming with killing intent passed through the Snow Region and slashed toward the group opposite him.

"A Dao Integration Cultivator!"

The female cultivator who had attacked changed expression. Before she could react, the sword qi sent her flying.

Fortunately, Ancestor Yanyue acted in time and pulled her back. Otherwise, that single strike would have severely injured this disciple.

"Form the formation."

Ancestor Yanyue rose into the air, and her White Jade Precious Sword left its sheath again.

The Female Cultivators of Yanyue Sect below swiftly