Bang! Bang!
A few breaths later, people around Chen Fan began to buckle under the crushing pressure, their faces drained of all color as they dropped to their knees. Several with lower cultivation even coughed up blood and collapsed unconscious onto the ground.
"Those who remain standing may enter the mountain gate!" A steady, powerful voice brimming with vigor suddenly rang out from above the crowd.
Chen Fan raised his head slightly and saw that the flying swords had long since risen into the air. Several Foundation Establishment Early Stage cultivators stood upon them—three men and two women. The speaker was a stern-faced middle-aged man whose eyes held not the slightest trace of emotion.
As though sensing Chen Fan's gaze, the middle-aged man suddenly fixed him with a sharp glare, its edge bared like blades and swords.
Yet Chen Fan felt no discomfort at all. Still, circumstances had changed. If he appeared too powerful, he would surely arouse suspicion. He carried far too many secrets, and in a place like Shu Mountain, it was best not to draw attention.
With that in mind, Chen Fan controlled the True Qi within his body and halted the blood flow in his face. His complexion immediately turned pale, and he lowered his head, no longer looking up at those on the swords.
Only then did the middle-aged man's tightly furrowed brow ease slightly. A disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and with a movement of the flying sword beneath his feet, he shot into the mountain gate.
The pressure on the cultivators still standing instantly lessened, and they were overjoyed. They hurried toward the mountain gate, Chen Fan among them, walking forward at an unhurried pace with a calm expression. He noticed that among those who had come, nearly half