This seemingly ordinary sword actually directly pierced through Jiang Chen's Protective Golden Light, leaving the sword formed from wine merely an inch away from Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen's previously enthusiastic face darkened significantly; breaking through his Protective Golden Light was not something ordinary people could achieve.

Jiang Chen felt a chill at the back of his head, sensing the presence of a carefree and drunken middle-aged man swaggering out from the alley behind him.

"Drunken Sword Immortal Li Zimo."

This Li Zimo is also a Loose Cultivator, with no family or background to rely on, yet he is renowned among Loose Cultivators. Even without backing and influence, his presence is undeniable.

Especially since his nickname includes the word "Immortal," a term not everyone dares to use. In the entire Ancestor Dragon City, he's the sole one daring to use the title 'Sword Immortal.' Even the Sect Master of the Sword Control Pavilion does not dare to use these two words.

"Li Zimo, we have no conflicts, do you really want to meddle in my affairs?" Jiang Chen looked at Li Zimo with displeasure.

Even though Jiang Chen possesses Golden Core Late Stage strength, Li Zimo has already reached Golden Core Perfection, and it's said he is just a step away from entering the Nascent Soul stage.

Li Zimo took up a wine gourd from his waist once more, then took a massive swig, the wine arcing into his mouth.

After a hearty drink, Li Zimo burped and then looked at Jiang Chen: "You say I'm meddling?"

"Heh, what if I am meddling, hmm? What can you do about it?"

Li Zimo drunkenly looked at the belligerent Jiang Chen, his steps unsteady as if walking on clouds, appearing on the brink of stumbling to the ground.

Jiang Chen was at a loss for words, his face turning gloomy: "Li Zimo, those who want to kill Li Feng are not your everyday people. Be wary of the consequences of spoiling things."

Li Zimo laughed heartily.

"Baldy, are you scared?"

"Heh, I'm most annoyed by people trying to scare me. Why don't you tell me who's behind you, so I can see which big shot I'm supposed to fear?"

Jiang Chen took a deep breath.

"Hmph, Li Zimo, everyone calls you the Drunken Sword Immortal, claiming your swordsmanship is unparalleled. Even the Sword Master from the Sword Control Pavilion admits they dare not unsheathe their sword before you."

"Today, I want to see if your sword is as formidable as they say."

Jiang Chen's anger simmered; even if this Drunken Sword Immortal's legend echoes throughout Ancestor Dragon City, few have witnessed if reality matches the lore. Most know him for frequenting the Flowers Pavilion, indulging in drink all day.

He's just a drunkard.

Particularly he doesn't wish to let Li Feng go, nor does he want to release Tian Wenxin. Li Feng is marked for death upon someone's request, and Tian Wenxin he covets as a dual-cultivation cauldron, unwilling to yield.

Li Zimo smirked upon hearing Jiang Chen: "You want to see my sword?"

"Are you sure?"

"You should know, those who have seen my sword are mostly dead. Only two and a half are still alive."

"Hmph, enough talk."

"If you want the person, first withstand my punch." Jiang Chen said, tapping the ground with his toes, his obese body moving as lightly as a swallow, as if his flesh was like the air within a balloon.

"Great Sun Tathagata Divine Palm."

Jiang Chen's body shrouded in Golden Light moved like a projectile, launching his palm across the distance, transforming it into the hand of the Tathagata, rapidly expanding.

In an instant, the Golden Light covered palm evolved into a bulldozer-like force, sweeping the entire street and alley, carving a trench in the ground, relentlessly rushing towards Li Zimo.

Li Zimo, seeing the dazzling golden palm approaching, remained indifferent, lifting the wine gourd to take another drink.

Just as Li Zimo was about to be crushed into mush by the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Palm, his body wobbled.

The wine gourd in his hand spilled a few drops of wine. Li Zimo extended a finger to mimic a sword, slicing through the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Palm.

In a split second, the golden hand was severed down the middle, dividing before Li Zimo. It scraped past his two sides, demolishing the surrounding ruins and raising a cloud of dust.

In mid-air.

The previously spilled drops of wine transformed into several strands of Sword Qi, shooting towards Jiang Chen.

In an instant.

The Sword Qi smashed into Jiang Chen's Protective Golden Light. Jiang Chen's Golden Light was formed by nine layers of the Golden Bell Shield, extraordinarily strong. With his Golden Core Late Stage power, unsettling his defense in the whole Ancestor Dragon City would be a feat numbering less than three digits.

Yet evidently, Li Zimo was among those hundred, and ranked prominently at that.

Several strands of Sword Qi hit the Protective Golden Light, seemingly dissolving, neutralized by the Golden Light, Jiang Chen's lip curled in a smirk, thinking it was nothing much when.

The wine-formed Sword Qi seeped through his Protective Golden Light, merging into one before piercing his chest instantly.

Hmm. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Jiang Chen felt as if his heart had been pierced, his inflated body like a balloon deflating; he couldn't withstand a casual sword from the opponent.

This is the strength of the Drunken Sword Immortal?

Clutching his chest, Jiang Chen wordlessly executed a rolling tumble towards a collapsed wall, fleeing haphazardly.

Li Zimo let Jiang Chen's escape go unnoticed, continuing his ignorantly proud stride towards Li Feng and Tian Wenxin.

Tian Wenxin observed, hastily bowing: "Thank you, Senior Drunken Sword Immortal, for coming to our aid."

Li Zimo glanced at Tian Wenxin, his gaze then landing on Li Feng, after which he raised his hand, releasing a drop of wine that landed on Li Feng's forehead.

Li Feng, who was unconscious, suddenly felt his mind clear. As the Vermilion Bird Divine Sense had thrown his Sea of Consciousness into upheaval, gentling ripples smoothed the prior chaos.

Li Feng awakened in the next second, feeling the gentle support of Tian Wenxin at his side.

Even while fainting, Li Feng's awareness was not fully shut, perceiving the events outside. He knew their salvation was due to this man before them, who, despite appearing as a drunkard, wielded formidable power.

Jiang Chen, whose might was unmatched to them, couldn't withstand a single sword strike.

"Thank you, Senior, for saving us."

"Is just gratitude enough?"

Li Zimo, with drunken eyes narrowed, looked at Li Feng.

"Uh, whatever Senior needs, Li Feng will do his utmost, though my skills may be lacking, I fear I am of little help."

Li Feng said.

Li Zimo chuckled: "No need to be so modest. Since you insist on repaying me, I can't keep you at arm's length. How about this, help me settle my tab for wine, and consider it thanks for me saving your life."

"Uh, just that?"

Li Feng looked at Li Zimo; such a request hardly seemed worthwhile compared to the Drunken Sword Immortal's prowess, was he really short on money?

Li Zimo laughed at Li Feng's question, patting him: "That's it, how's that, fair enough, right?"

"You settle my wine debt, and that's my life-saving repayment for you. If you have no objections, let's go together, as my wine is almost finished."

"Let me tell you, of the entire Ancestor Dragon City, what I love most is the Flowers Pavilion's Hundred Flower Brew, nothing else is worthy of being called wine."

"You surely haven't tasted it yet, come, let me treat you to a drink."

Li Zimo said, slinging an arm over Li Feng's shoulders, while Tian Wenxin watched, her eyes wide in disbelief, along with Cao Shuang and Liu Qing who watched furtively from a distance.

"Who on earth appeared out of nowhere?"