Dong An, as one of the Four Great Elders of the Primordial Sect, has always managed the Foreign Affairs Hall and the disciples’ duty roster, and not long ago, received several letters from Zhuo Yunfei, a disciple from the foothills. Naturally, he knew Chen Ping’s identity at this moment.

He glanced at Chen Ping with a somewhat peculiar gaze, "Rou’s newly accepted disciple has indeed achieved quite a bit at the base of the mountain. No wonder he doesn’t know the height of the heavens and earth and wants to recruit soldiers at my Primordial Sect, haha..."

As he talked, he waved his sleeve, the wide, flowing sleeves of his robe swept like a cloud of black towards Chen Ping’s chest.

Three pearls at the sleeve’s edge whizzed with sharp cries, carried by a fierce wind, sweeping toward the chest and the left and right shoulder acupoints of Chen Ping.

"Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeve, quickly evade."

Seeing Chen Ping standing there without any defense, several older disciples of the Primordial Lineage suddenly shouted.

The Fourth Elder not only mastered the Golden Body Technique and Sword Technique proficiently, but when he was young, he often traversed the Jianghu, learning a set of strange and powerful martial arts.

At this moment, casually deploying the Daoist Flying Sleeve Skill...

It appears light and effortless, but if one is hit, it results in a powerful earthquake-like force as strong as mountains collapsing and seas raging.

Those with slightly inferior cultivation, hit by this sleeve, could fly seventeen or eighteen lengths away; a big tumble is just a minor consequence.

Carelessly, it might result in broken sinews and bones, dying violently on the spot.

It’s actually a highly covert assassin skill.

It looks inconspicuous, but in reality, it’s meant to give Chen Ping a show of force.

"Puff..."

Amid Dong An’s cold sneer, and the shocked cries of those behind, the long sleeve heavily hit Chen Ping’s chest.

With a puff, the three pearls turned into powder, scattered by the sleeve’s wind, spread into a cloud of dust.

Dark golden patterns had unknowingly covered Chen Ping’s body, shimmering light of brilliance, faintly appearing on his skin and clothes, continuously circulating.

Looking down at his chest, he lightly brushed off the residual pearl powder with his hand, lifted his head, and grinned, "Elder Dong, were you trying to tickle me?"

"Hiss..."

Sounds of inhalation erupted all around.

There were even low murmurs of surprise.

"Golden Body Perfection, Qi Condensation Armor."

"Is he actually at Primordial Golden Body Perfection, Gang Qi transparent, internal organs as firm as gold and stone, how is this possible..."

"Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeve hitting it is like hitting nothing, even the Vigorous Force attached to his skin isn’t broken, not injured in the slightest, is this, a Tenth Generation Disciple?"

"Although the Fourth Elder’s cultivation is profound, the Primordial Golden Body is only cultivated to Mid-Stage, far from perfection, wanting to harm him is far-fetched."

"Indeed, the Fourth Elder originally high above intended to give Junior Brother Chen a show of force, but ended up embarrassed, right..."

This was the young disciples of the Chaotic Void Lineage.

Perhaps Chen Ping blocking Dong An ahead mitigated their anxiety, allowing them the brief joy of mocking the smiling tiger-like Fourth Elder.

Truthfully, while they engaged in a life-or-death struggle against the Seven Stars Meridian, this individual connived with outsiders, oppressing the mountain, sparking extreme fury. At this moment, their reckless words and covert ridicule lent them some temporary relief.

While Dong An’s attempt faltered, the morale of the Primordial Lineage disciples surged; the Seven Stars Meridian disciples, ready to take action, faced internal turmoil, uncertain whether to advance or retreat.

In the distance, several Late-Stage Innate elders, who fought with earth-shattering impacts, were slightly taken aback, their hearts troubled beyond measure.

The young man in the straw hat, initially absorbed in flower gazing, raised his head in surprise, glancing over with a very peculiar look.

"You..."

Fourth Elder Dong An, hearing Chen Ping’s ridicule and observing the strange expressions on the faces of those around, found it quite unbearable.

The Southern Village children bullying me because I’m old and weak...

What can be imagined? What cannot be imagined?

Seeing this young man whose beard hadn’t even fully grown, for a moment, he overlooked the varied uses recorded in the sect texts regarding Primordial Golden Body Perfection.

His mind simply thought, at such a young age, even if he had been practicing martial arts and sword techniques since birth, how strong could he be? Though the Golden Body Technique was cultivated to a deep realm, the Sword Technique and martial arts surely couldn’t be strong...

Thus thought.

He let out a deep shout, his long sword gleaming coldly, transformed into a crescent moon, already slashing toward Chen Ping’s throat.

This strike was unlike the previous Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeve, merely relying on cultivation to harm the enemy, but instead utilized every skill, the sword edge trembling, producing overlapping shadows.

With the Sword Momentum secretly containing the powerful force of the Primordial Golden Body, further mobilizing Taiyin True Qi throughout his body, one slash, the mountain seemed to rise a crescent moon, reflecting in everyone’s hearts, chilling them to the core.

This strike, even Sima Rou quietly clenched her hand, recalling the times she learned Sword Techniques from this Fourth Elder, seeking advice on the Taiyin Heart Technique.

Now, once again ascending the mountain, these two martial arts weren’t much inferior to the Fourth Elder, confidently expecting to showcase her skills before him for praise.

Unexpectedly, the opponent employed all skills to kill her own disciple.

How can one endure this?

But Han Xiaoru, on the other hand, watched Fourth Elder Dong An fiercely slash as if watching a play.

Though the sword light extended ten lengths, its Sword Intent profound and mysterious, she had no worries.

Not having grown up on the mountain, Han Xiaoru was accustomed to seeing Chen Ping’s skills, often witnessing his powerful enemies making grand gestures in every battle.

This strike seemed strong, even stronger than her mother.

But how can that compare?

Not enough for Junior Brother to pinch with one hand,

right?

Indeed, as the sword light barely reached Chen Ping’s throat, just as it was about to slash into the glowing gold, suddenly, a hand appeared beside his left neck.