The five grand elders of Snowy Mountain exchanged a final glance, their auras reaching the strongest point. Then, with a piercing howl, they entered the grand formation together. Suddenly, the scene before them transformed into a grim sword mountain. All five elders hovered in the air, surrounded by streaks of silver sword scenes flying around them. Opposite them, an old man with a sword arrogantly sat cross-legged in the void, with a hundred sword cultivators behind him each holding sharp swords, their aura awe-inspiring.
"Haha, Southern Zhan Sword Dao, let Yun come forward to witness..."
The sword cultivator in the air was none other than Yun Yao, the Great Elder of Bitter Sea. Seeing the five elders enter the formation, he let out a cold sneer, the treasured sword in his hand.
