Not Even a Hair Could Be Cut Off

"Insolence!"

Within the Heaven Sword Sect's mountain gate, the Heaven Sword Sect Master, clad in magnificent white robes with jade-like skin, floated in the air alongside over a thousand Heaven Sword Sect cultivators, arranged in orderly ranks.

Above every other mountain peak, steep as swords thrusting into the heavens, countless streaks of escaping light surged as well. Nearly every Heaven Sword Sect cultivator had poured out in full force.

Most disciples above the Heaven Sword Sect's inner sect specialized in flying swords. At this moment, the sect was truly a forest of ten thousand swords, with at least tens of thousands of flying swords rising into the air—an unimaginable sight.

"Ssh!"

Just as the Heaven Sword Sect Master let out his furious shout of "Insolence!", a huge hole suddenly burst open halfway up a mountain peak west of the Heaven Sword Sect. An old man in tattered robes, their original color unrecognizable, his body seemingly covered in moss, shot out on an astonishing streak of sword light. Countless rocks were instantly blasted into dust by the Sword Qi erupting from his body.

The old man's face was covered in dirt, making his features impossible to discern, yet streaks of lightning flickered within his eyes.

"I will fight you!" After bursting from the mountainside, the old man spoke coldly and headed toward the Heaven Sword Sect's gate.

"Grand Martial Uncle!" The Heaven Sword Sect Master and several figures of the same generation cried out at once. This old man's seniority was astonishing; he was clearly one of the Heaven Sword Sect's hidden trump cards. Yet he clearly lacked the aura of the Divine Profound Realm and was at most a peak Golden Core fifth level great cultivator, so the Heaven Sword Sect Master and the others seemed intent on stopping him.