Sure, here is the translation:
On this night, the weather was fickle, with not a breath of wind and a dead silence—ideal for Jie Daohan to pinpoint sounds and locations.
Duan Rong suddenly flickered in movement, and plum blossom shadows bloomed at his hand.
Amid the plum blossom shadows, numerous flying needles shot out almost silently!
But even such subtle flying needles, the barely perceptible sound was still captured by Jie Daohan's sound positioning, and he managed to strike down each needle fired by Duan Rong.
"Boy, bring out whatever methods you have. I've roamed the Jianghu for half a lifetime; what storms haven't I seen?!"
Duan Rong panted heavily, picking up the Cow Tail Saber that had been shot away by Jie Daohan.
Duan Rong grasped the Cow Tail Saber, with blades already fractured, feeling a burst of weakness inside.
He couldn't deny the gap of an entire realm—it was indeed an insurmountable gulf!
