If you won't save him, then you won't save him.-Eu só aceitei discípulos por acaso, como eles se tornaram Grandes Imperadores?(Espalhadas como estrelas sobre o rio inteiro.)

Hearing the words of the Master of the Spirit Ore Peak, the Master of the Divine Sword Peak twisted his face into a ferocious grimace and cursed venomously, "You fool! I should have known you were such a cowardly rat!"

"Instead of standing by my side, you try to dissuade me. I really should have let you die right at the start, rather than having you here getting in my way!"

The Master of the Spirit Ore Peak never expected the Master of the Divine Sword Peak to be so ruthless and utter such vicious words.

A sharp pain pierced his heart, filled with deep regret for misjudging a person.

Without another word, he simply stared coldly at the Master of the Divine Sword Peak, secretly vowing that if he survived this ordeal, he would certainly settle this score.

Standing nearby and watching the quarrel, Ye Xinghe shook his head slightly and said in a clear voice, "Master of the Divine Sword Peak, do not persist in your delusion. Do you truly believe you still have a chance? If you turn back now, you may still receive a lenient sentence; but if you stubbornly refuse to repent, you are merely courting your own death."

Yet, the Master of the Divine Sword Peak completely ignored Ye Xinghe's warning.

"As long as I possess the full power of the divine artifact, no one can stop me."

With that, completely disregarding his alliance with the Master of the Spirit Ore Peak, he directly struck out to kill him.

Shocked and enraged, the Master of the Spirit Ore Peak shouted, "You've lost your mind!"

Seeing this, Ye Xinghe exchanged a glance with Zhao Changsheng and Ximen Feixue, and the master and his disciples seized the opportunity to approach the two combatants.

With a wave of his longsword, Ye Xinghe slashed a beam of sword Qi right between them, forcibly driving them apart.

Though pushed back by Ye Xinghe's sword Qi, the Master of the Divine Sword Peak still glared viciously at the Master of the Spirit Ore Peak.

"This matter is far from over! Once I deal with you lot, I'll settle accounts with him."

With eyes burning red, the Master of the Divine Sword Peak once again raised the gleaming divine weapon high, pointing it directly at the Holy Lord as he roared at the top of his lungs, "Today, you must abdicate and willingly hand over the position of Holy Lord to me! Otherwise, do not blame me for being merciless."

The Holy Lord's expression was as cold as eternal unmelting ice. He gazed intently at the Master of the Divine Sword Peak and said, "Do not harbor such delusional fantasies. How could a traitor like you ever covet the seat of the Holy Lord?"

The Master of the Divine Sword Peak laughed up to the sky, his laughter laced with a touch of madness.

"Enough said! I shall fight you here and now, so everyone can see that I am the strongest in this Holy Land, and this position of Holy Lord has always belonged to me."

Finished speaking, the spiritual energy surged wildly around him like tangible tempests, wrapping around his body as he suddenly soared up into the firmament.

Pausing mid-air with his robes fluttering violently in the wind, he looked down upon the world below like a descending demon god.

The divine weapon in his hand flared with brilliant light, its dazzling radiance illuminating the entire sky like a blazing sun.

Witnessing this, the Holy Lord sighed softly, knowing well that the battle today was now inevitable.

Slowly raising his hand and lightly flicking his sleeve, his entire figure shot upward like a stream of light, instantly arriving in the high altitude opposite the Master of the Divine Sword Peak.

A halo of golden light radiated around his body.

"Since you refuse to see reason, I shall grant your wish and shatter your illusions completely."

The Holy Lord's voice echoed across the heavens.

The Master of the Divine Sword Peak initiated the attack first. With a fierce roar, he swung the divine weapon heavily, slashing viciously toward the Holy Lord.

Though the sword strike appeared simple, it actually contained the pinnacle power he had cultivated over many years.

A direct hit meant certain death!

Maintaining a calm expression, the Holy Lord merely extended two fingers and gently pinched the oncoming blade.

In an instant, the seemingly indestructible black blade struck what felt like an immovable invisible mountain, held firmly between the Holy Lord's fingers and unable to advance even an inch further.

Black spiritual energy surged madly around the Holy Lord's fingertips, as if trying to break free, but it was like a mayfly trying to shake a giant tree—entirely futile.

Shock washed over the Master of the Divine Sword Peak. He had not anticipated that the Holy Lord's strength would be so terrifyingly immense.

Yet, having been driven onto the tiger's back, he had no choice but to press the attack.

Swinging the divine weapon once more, countless sword phantoms instantly materialized across the sky, densely shrouding the Holy Lord from every direction.

They formed a massive vortex of swords, closing in to grind the Holy Lord to dust.

The Holy Lord furrowed his brow slightly, fully aware that this strike could not be underestimated.

Instantly, the golden halo around him expanded rapidly, shielding him from the onslaught of the sword Qi.

Down below, the members of the Holy Land stared fixedly at the battlefield in the sky, unable to suppress their anxiety for the Holy Lord.

Ximen Feixue asked worriedly, "Master, will the Holy Lord be alright? The attacks from the Master of the Divine Sword Peak seem exceptionally ferocious."

"There is no need to worry. Fetch a small bench instead; your master is going to crack some melon seeds and watch the show."

Ye Xinghe even stretched lazily.

Hearing this, the disciples all wore looks of sheer terror. They simply could not fathom why Ye Xinghe remained so calm, finding the leisure to crack melon seeds at such a critical juncture concerning the survival of the Holy Land.

Burning with anxiety, the Master of the Spirit Ore Peak shouted at Ye Xinghe, "Ye Xinghe, just what time is this, and you're still so leisurely! The Holy Lord is facing a formidable enemy right now. Hurry up and go help him, instead of standing by as a mere spectator!"

Yet Ye Xinghe acted as though he had not heard the urge from the Master of the Spirit Ore Peak. Unhurriedly, he retrieved a handful of melon seeds from his storage ring and began to crack them leisurely. Between bites, he remarked, "I won't go, I won't go. The Holy Lord's strength is unfathomable; this pathetic little Master of the Divine Sword Peak cannot hurt him. How could the Holy Lord perish so easily? We need only wait here quietly for the outcome."

Still uneasy, Ximen Feixue rubbed his hands nervously and said, "Master, what if the Holy Lord suffers a mishap? The Holy Land will fall into utter chaos. How can we stand by and watch without lending a hand?"

Ye Xinghe chuckled softly, flicking away a discarded melon seed shell, and said, "My disciples, rest assured. The Holy Lord has weathered countless storms; both his cultivation and his tactical acumen surpass ordinary men."

"The Master of the Divine Sword Peak may appear menacing, but he relies entirely on a divine weapon. This frenzied assault of his is nothing more than the struggle of a cornered beast."

"The Holy Lord has his own countermeasures. If we rush in blindly, we might actually disrupt the Holy Lord's plans."

Even as they spoke, the battle in the sky grew increasingly intense.

The golden halo surrounding the Holy Lord grew ever more dazzling, his figure flickering indistinctly within the radiance like a descending deity.

Meanwhile, the Master of the Divine Sword Peak wore a ferocious expression, weaving intricate webs of sword Qi that tore across the firmament.

However, whenever these beams of sword Qi approached the Holy Lord's golden halo, they struck as if hitting a wall of copper and iron, dissipating harmlessly into nothingness.

As he cracked his melon seeds, Ye Xinghe would occasionally explain the combat situation to his disciples.

"Look, the golden halo protecting the Holy Lord is not a standard defense; it is forged by fusing the Holy Land's supreme mental cultivation technique with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, making its defense virtually indestructible."

"Though the attacks of the Master of the Divine Sword Peak are fierce, they lack sustained momentum. Charging blindly like this consumes his spiritual energy at a terrifying rate, and before long, his flaws will be fully exposed."

Soon enough, upon hearing that trouble had broken out in the Holy Land, the masters of the other peaks rushed over from their respective domains one after another.

Seeing the newcomers arrive, the Master of the Spirit Ore Peak felt as though he had finally grasped a straw of hope.