From thousands of miles away, the sky above the Shushan mountain range was completely enveloped by a vast expanse of dark clouds.
The clouds were so dense that sunlight was entirely blocked out, suggesting the massive force of an impending storm.
Above the Emei Golden Summit, the assembly of swordsmen recoiled in hesitation, save for Ling Yunpo, shrouded in black aura, standing mid-air with a cold gaze fixed on Elder Minghua below and the Long Eyebrow Immortal before him.
Just moments ago, the Long Eyebrow Immortal had suddenly made a move, using the Dual Polarity Dust Sword to parry the Tai Yin Suming Sword.
"Does the immortal wish to stop me?" Ling Yunpo asked indifferently.
His mere utterance conjured a robust gloomy wind, causing the robes of the Shushan Peak Masters below to flutter wildly, their forms tottering as if about to fall.
By now, if anyone still could not recognize the Tai Yin Suming Sword, then the title of Shushan Sword Immortal would indeed be unworthy.
