In an instant, the sharp longsword hurtled towards Yan Moshan, reaching the position of his chest, as if intent on piercing straight through his heart. It sought to claim Yan Moshan's life in the blink of an eye.
"Am I going to die?" This thought involuntarily surfaced in Yan Moshan's mind.
At that moment, a gleam of light flashed across Yan Moshan's chest, where the "Ancient Heavenly Seal" he wore burst forth with an intense light that illuminated the entire starry sky.
With a melodious "clang," the sound of metal clashing rang out. The flying sword, whose origins were unknown, was instantly repelled, flung dozens of meters away, and embedded fiercely into a wall. Subsequently, it shattered into pieces, eventually turning to dust.
"Pfft," in a distant location, within a residence thousands of meters away, a man in black sitting in meditation suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.