Just then, several streams of light appeared in the distance, streaking across the sky. Leading them was a man with a shiny bald head clad in leather fur.0

"Little devil cultivators, how dare you trespass on my immortal mountain?! Do you wish to get a taste of my immortal sword?!" he yelled.0

The man was An Zheyan, a cultivator at the eighth layer of the Qi Cultivation Realm. Sweat beaded his forehead as his sons, An Siming and An Siwei, were within Mount Yuting's grand formation. Without any hesitation, he unleashed a barrage of spells at the devil cultivator.0

Zhang Huaide remained unfazed. With a flick of his hand, he released a blood-colored mana light that easily neutralized An Zheyan's spells.0

"How absurd… It seems like you're all talk," he laughed derisively.0

Despite An Zheyan's advanced cultivation at the eighth heavenly layer of the Qi Cultivation Realm, Zhang Huaide, at...0