… Innumerable fine, bloody lines seeped out from his abdomen.

Chen Ping’an finally stopped his retreating form. His left hand held the sword scabbard, thumb pressed against the hilt. He was hunched over, his right hand, which should have been gripping a sword, still covering the abdominal wound that had already stopped bleeding. Blood seeped out from between his fingers.

A sword heart like still water, and the indomitable will of a martial artist.

It could be considered a strange configuration of landscape and spirit.

A swordsman who could integrate the grand fist intent of a martial artist at the pinnacle into his swordsmanship was indeed rare.

Pei Min had no intention of pressing his advantage, as it was completely unnecessary.

He would at least give this young man a chance to catch his breath.

As expected of a martial artist at the pinnacle with an excellent foundation. His physique was exceptionally resilient, and he was also a swordsman who could naturally nourish his physical body. Plus, he liked to wear more than one magic robe, was skilled in talismans, and proficient in a large number of flashy spells that weren’t completely useless. Moreover, he was a young man who didn’t like to seek his own death… No wonder he could become one of the top ten young individuals in several domains. An outsider who could even serve as the Hidden Official of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

An ordinary person facing him would find it difficult to kill him, and could easily be caught off guard.

The key was that this kid learned from his mistakes.

He actually understood why he was so easily tracked down.

It was the longsword refined from the tip of the Tai Bai sword that had given Chen Ping’an away.

On one hand, the sword’s sword intent was too strong. Pei Min, as an old swordsman who had reached the pinnacle of the Sword Dao, was familiar with Bai Ye’s swordsmanship and his sword, Tai Bai. The white-robed youth should have mentioned his identity to Chen Ping’an outside the meditation room of the Heavenly Palace Temple.

In order not to take advantage, when offering up his flying sword, “Gu Cui,” Pei Min intentionally suppressed its power to the Immortal Realm.

The young man made the best of a bad situation, deliberately separating the longsword and scabbard. He chose to only wield the scabbard, striking with a close-quarters sword strike, which ultimately turned the crisis into an opportunity, even if it was not much of one.

Pei Min met the young man’s gaze.

The latter stomped on the ground, shattering more than half of the mountain, flattening it with a single step.

His right hand held the sword, but did not draw it from its scabbard, actively closing the distance to meet Pei Min’s third sword.

Until now, Pei Min had not truly drawn his sword.

Pei Min was not the most proud figure in the world. Although he was not a Fourteenth Realm great cultivator, the old man was a true swordsman, and naturally had a natal flying sword.

A flying ascent realm swordsman, and one who possessed four astonishing natal flying swords!

Pei Min shook his head and smiled, “You can’t be so confident that I won’t kill you, and continue to be so fearless, right? You should change this habit of liking to be beaten in the future.”

The cautious young man still chose to separate man and sword. The longsword and the scabbard-wielding Chen Ping’an disappeared once more.

However, Chen Ping’an did not choose to deliver a similar sword strike as before. Instead, his thoughts spread in all directions, countless swords rose in the heavens and earth, driving eight rivers of flying swords, surging towards Pei Min with immense power.

Pei Min nodded. Having many swords was indeed impressive.

The young man’s second natal flying sword, combined with the innate divine power of the first, did indeed seem flawless on the surface. However, to Pei Min, it was merely an appearance.

Pei Min pondered for a moment, and finally summoned one of his natal flying swords.

The entire small world transformed into a snow-white lightning pool. Tens of millions of long snakes of lightning, like flying swords, bloomed wildly, still fighting one-on-one, flying sword against flying sword.

This natal flying sword was named “Divine Firmament”.

Pei Min himself slowly floated down beside the stream. Along the way, the flying swords of “Well Moon” were knocked aside by Pei Min’s sword aura. Pei Min squatted by the water’s edge, reaching out to scoop up a handful of water, weighing its weight.

A cage of birds’ small world, not only the water of the entire stream, but all the water vapor was confined in his hand. This was the innate divine power of Pei Min’s other natal flying sword.

The flying sword was named “Water Immortal”.

It allowed Pei Min to be like a water ghost in the river of time, freely roaming without restraint along the fords that Pei Min had deliberately set up.

Besides having a natural limitation, consuming a great deal of Pei Min’s spiritual energy and mind, and actually being most wary of small worlds like the cage of birds, the young man’s realm was not high enough, and the world was not solid enough. Seemingly without flaw, it was ultimately not truly invulnerable. Of course, there were still gaps to exploit.

When Pei Min