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A gentle night breeze blew, and a short, thin old man, riding on a magical cloud-shaped Law Artifact, drifted in.

"The Ancestor is here! Ancestor, save me!"

"Ancestor, quickly deal with this villain!"

"Ancestor, my brother was injured by this villain. I beg you, Ancestor, to avenge him!"

"Han City Yue Lin greets the Earl of Nan'an." The old man ignored the shouts of his clansmen below the city, his face expressionless, and bowed to the thin Daoist priest.

"No wonder you're so confident; you must have some skill." A glint of magic flashed in the thin Daoist's eyes, and he could tell that although Yue Lin was not handsome, his Law Power was pure and his foundation was profound, so the cultivation Cultivation Method he practiced must also be extraordinary.

Moreover, judging from the abundant spiritual energy around him, even though he took a shortcut and cultivated False Core, he is probably not much worse than a typical Golden Core cultivator.

Even though they are all False Core, they are still divided into different grades. No wonder the Dingnan Niu Household, who has been established in Cloud Horn Prefecture for hundreds of years longer than the Han City Yue Household, has always been subtly overshadowed by them.

A fleeting look of apprehension crossed the thin Daoist's face. After all, he was from the imperial family of the capital and wouldn't be afraid of a fellow cultivator from this small place.

"What kind of extraordinary figures could possibly emerge from humble families in this remote border region? If they truly possessed such abilities, why would they bother seeking these False Core instead of cultivating the true Golden Core Elixir?" The gaunt Daoist scoffed inwardly, then questioned, "Did you know I was coming?"

The short, thin old man replied calmly, "Two Instruments Sect Leader Qiu of the Liangyi Sect has sent someone to relay your message."

The gaunt Daoist priest's eyes flashed with a cold light, his tone chilling. "Then how dare you not prepare a feast to welcome me?"

The short, thin old man, with eyes as sharp as blades, raised his voice and replied, "This time, of the twenty-three Foundation Establishment from the Han City Yue Household, only this old man has come. All one hundred and sixty Star-Shooting Crossbow are hidden in the Han City treasury, and that is enough to welcome you, Lord."

"What an unruly old killer!" The lean Daoist shouted coldly, forming a Daoist seal. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning burst forth from the fiery clouds on the horizon, transforming into a Vajra several meters tall with fierce eyes. It descended from the sky, shattering half of the clouds, and struck Yue Lin with a palm.

Yue Lin remained fearless and pointed, causing the colorful cloud Law Artifact beneath his feet to scatter and condense into countless fine needles that seemed to possess sentience, spinning and dancing around Yue Lin to form a circular attack array.

When Yue Chu suddenly spit out the word "Emperor", the magic formation soared into the sky towards the canthus-eyed Vajra falling in the sky.

"Puff puff puff." The two collided, and the thundercloud energy clashed continuously, releasing large plumes of smoke into the air, which was filled with scorching hot thunder energy.

The slender Daoist changed his hand seal, and the Vajra with its eyes covered in fine pores burst out of the smoke, condensed a fist and tore through the air. A golden fist imprint, wrapped with dazzling lightning and explosive power, rushed fiercely towards the Yue Lin.

Yue Lin showed a hint of surprise, seemingly not expecting that his Technique Method had failed to break through the opponent's method.

As a result, his movements slowed down by half a beat. He only managed to draw half of the flying sword engraved with cloud patterns from its sheath before the fist imprint opposite him, which was no shorter than his own, arrived in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, just as the fist intent was about to strike Yue Lin's face, the thunderous intent directly in front of Yue Lin scattered in all directions, and the imposing and furious Vajra was instantly split in two by half Sword Qi.

Yue Lin sneered inwardly. So what if it's only half a Sword Qi? Enough!

The gaunt Daoist priest's face was ashen; he never expected that his Technique Method would be so easily broken by an unknown nobody.

"This little Cloud Horn Prefecture is quite interesting!"

Before he could use any more tricks, Yue Lin had already drawn his sword. His short body seemed to contain astonishing power. The flying sword was drawn from its sheath in mid-air, and a white streak shot out in the fiery red sky, as if it wanted to split the entire sky in two.

"Excellent Swordsmanship!" The lean Daoist priest put away his underestimation, not expecting that someone in such a remote and impoverished place could display such amazing Swordsmanship.

"Under normal circumstances, I would be itching to take action, but unfortunately, the time is not right today, and I cannot keep you here!" the lean Daoist thought to himself, praising him sincerely.

With a flick of his sleeve, he was once again surrounded by a large swarm of Thunder Swallow. The extremely sharp flying sword, upon slashing into the Thunder Swallow, vanished without a trace, as if it had sunk into the sea.

The short, thin old man looked unwell. He moved with Tai Chi steps, his spiritual techniques constantly changing. A dazzling white light rose from the flock of Thunder Swallows, and his flying sword emitted a large amount of sharp sword Sword Qi, cutting down the Thunder Swallow blocking his way one by one. The sword then retreated rapidly towards the short, thin old man.

With a "clang," the flying sword finally cleared away the Thunder Swallow surrounding him and returned to the short, thin old man's scabbard.

The short, thin old man felt the mournful cries of the flying sword. The residual lightning energy on the sword had not yet dissipated, and it burned his left hand, which was holding the sword, causing a slight pain.

The gaunt Daoist priest glanced coldly at Yue Lin, then put Thunder Swallow back into his sleeve. "We must finish this quickly!"

The slender Daoist priest raised his hand and waved it, and twelve golden flags with flowing light appeared in the void.

These twelve golden flags were all faintly covered with flowing lightning and seemed to connect heaven and earth. In just a moment after they flew out of the thin Daoist's hand, they encircled Yue Lin and his flying sword.

Yue Lin remained calm upon seeing this, and his imposing flying sword was unaffected, slashing fiercely at one of the array flags.

With a clang, the flying sword returned to Yue Lin's hand, while the array flag was neither damaged nor even trembled.

Yue Lin's heart sank, and for the first time since the start of the battle, he felt a sense of fear. But he did not sit idly by and wait for death. A jade talisman in his hand emitted a spiritual light, and a powerful fire dragon rolled toward the light screen generated by the array flags.

The light barrier allowed the fire dragon to circle and fly within it. Despite being scorched by the fire dragon's bites and claws, causing its spiritual patterns to flicker, it remained unmoved and showed no signs of weakening.

"Even Third Tier talisman can't break it, could he possibly control a magic Law Treasure!?" Cold sweat broke out on Yue Lin's face. This patriarch of the Yue Household, whose reputation resounded throughout several states, finally panicked.

"Even a Golden Core False Core cultivator who has been in the formation for years will be skinned alive once he enters my Thunder Slaughter Array!" The thin Daoist was not particularly proud. With such a treasure bestowed by his elders, how could he possibly defeat a pseudo-Golden Core cultivator from a humble background in the borderlands? If he couldn't do it easily, he would utterly disgrace the Great Wei clan.

"If it weren't for the fact that this arrogant scoundrel is a bit troublesome, and it would take some effort to deal with him, hmph." If it weren't for the need to quickly establish his authority here and intimidate those demons and monsters lurking in the shadows, Kuang Liuting would have really wanted to give this arrogant old killer a good beating!

"Send you on your way." Kuang Liuting's hand was ready to unleash a magical spell, and with one strike, he was about to blast Yue Lin to death within the lightning array.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning, many times thicker than the previous Thunder Method of the thin Daoist, fell from the sky, instantly blasting the twelve array flags to pieces.

As the Thunder Method struck, Yue Lin, who was in the middle of the formation, was first terrified, then overjoyed, for he was completely unharmed.

"The upper sect has come after all!"

Before the gaunt Daoist could react to the sudden turn of events, another bolt of lightning struck him, landing right at his feet.

When the violent thunderbolt struck, it didn't harm the Earl of Nan'an in the slightest. It only shaved off the excess part of the city wall beneath the lean Daoist's feet, leaving the remaining part perfectly aligned with his feet, leaving a neat cylinder beneath his feet.

The gaunt Daoist priest's expression suddenly changed. He felt that what he had just heard was not thunder at all, but a roar from an incomparably powerful being right in his ear.

"Roll!"

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