Everyone on Jiming Mountain had witnessed the brief clash between the Seven Wonders Sect disciples and the sword cultivators, yet when Han Bing and the others returned, no one asked many questions. Once Han Bing flew before Zhan Xin, he swept a glance over Cui Hongshen, ignored him, and asked Zhan Xin in a low voice, "Valley Master Zhan, those sword cultivators came in fiercely today. How is Jiming Mountain's defensive array? Can it withstand them?"
"Mm, it should be no problem!" Zhan Xin replied with a placating smile. "Other things aside, Jiming Mountain's formations were carefully laid down by the elders of your honored sect. They should be able to withstand the sword cultivators' assault!"
"Good!" Han Bing raised a hand. "We shall rest for now. Once the sword cultivators are worn out from attacking, we will go out and fight!"
"Mm, this old man thinks the same!" Zhan Xin said with a smile. "As long as we can hold out for several days and nights, the sword cultivators will withdraw once they see there is no hope of breaking through!"
Zhan Xin immediately instructed a number of trustworthy disciples to take up positions at different parts of the formation.
Outside the formation, more than a thousand sword cultivators had already surrounded Jiming Mountain. Only now did the scale of those thousand people become apparent—densely packed together, they blotted out even the sky!
"Attack!" A resounding cry rang out. The thousand-plus sword cultivators simultaneously activated the flying swords beneath their feet, revealing the swords' true forms without transforming them, and thrust them toward Jiming Mountain's defenses!
At that moment, a faint layer of radiance flickered over Jiming Mountain. Like a luminous shield, it enveloped the entire mountain. When the thousand-plus flying swords struck the shield, sparks burst forth in