“Shut up!” A cold shout immediately burst from Olivia Frost’s mouth. In the cultivation world, people value loyalty and friendship above all. If Henry Grant were really allowed to finish speaking, she feared she would lose all face and be unable to stand in the cultivation world again. “Today, in order to make you hand over the treasure, more than 1,800 experts from all over the cultivation world have come, and already eight or nine hundred have died at your hands. No matter what your reasons are, you must hand over the treasure. Otherwise, wouldn’t those nearly a thousand fellow cultivators have died in vain?”

Mentioning the nearly thousand cultivators who had died, those who had been intimidated by Samuel Hayes began to stir again.

“That’s right, the treasure must be handed over. Otherwise, how can we face the spirits of our nearly a thousand brothers in heaven? Even if they are reborn, they would never be willing to have died in vain.”

“Our leader was just killed by him. He must give us an explanation.”

“My master is dead too, killed by him.”

“Henry Grant has killed so many people today. If he doesn’t give us a satisfactory explanation, where is justice?”

For a moment, the crowd was in a frenzy. Some, especially agitated and seeing that Henry Grant seemed to be at his limit, even took a few tentative steps forward, quietly and silently closing in on him, hoping to seize an opportunity for gain!

The atmosphere before the final battle seemed to have reached its peak, just waiting for the next moment to erupt.

Henry Grant’s expression turned cold. Seeing a cultivator in his thirties or forties at the ninth level of Qi Refining approaching within thirty meters, he suddenly took a step forward. In an instant, at an unbelievable speed, he appeared beside that cultivator. Although the ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator reacted immediately, as he tried to defend himself, a powerful force clamped down on his neck!

“Crack!”

The middle-aged man at the ninth level of Qi Refining had his neck crushed, and his whole body collapsed limply to the ground.

“Bang!”

The corpse was thrown heavily onto the ground.

This sudden, ferocious strike that instantly killed a ninth-level Qi Refining expert once again intimidated those cultivators who had been slowly approaching.

If even a top expert at the ninth level of Qi Refining could be subdued and killed in a single move, as easily as slaughtering a chicken or a dog, wouldn’t those at the seventh or eighth level be going to their deaths for nothing if they tried to step forward?

For a moment, everyone’s gaze once again fell on Samuel Hayes, Olivia Frost, and Emily Carter.

Of the seventeen innate-level experts who had come to besiege Henry Grant, fourteen were already dead. Now, only these three, who had reached the Martial Gang stage, remained.

Among these three Martial Gang stage cultivators, Samuel Hayes was by far the strongest, with Emily Carter next. However, for various reasons, neither of them was willing to make a move, so the heavy responsibility fell to Olivia Frost. In any case, given Henry Grant’s current state, it was impossible for him to defeat a Martial Gang stage expert.

Olivia Frost glanced at the other two, who remained unmoved, and was happy to enjoy the glory of slaying the “True Profound World” official website’s acknowledged number one expert. With a cold snort in her heart, she stepped forward: “Henry Grant, you’re at death’s door and still stubbornly resist. Do you really think no one here can deal with you? I’ll give you one last chance: hand over the immortal sect inheritance you obtained from the Pre-Qin ruins, and I might spare your life. Otherwise…” A sword aura flashed from her treasured sword: “Today, I will use the life of the number one in the cultivation world to consecrate my ‘Moon Veil Sword’!”

“Since you, Olivia Frost, think so highly of yourself…” Henry Grant’s expression was cold as he completely ignored Olivia Frost, who was brandishing her sword in front of him. His gaze swept over the crowd of thousands and he called out sternly, “Who dares to lend me a sword?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the many experts who had been waiting to watch Olivia Frost slay the villain fell instantly silent. Of the many sword-wielding experts, more than two-thirds unconsciously hid their swords behind their backs. Even Olivia Frost, who had just sworn to use him to consecrate her sword, had a slight change in expression, a trace of fear flickering deep in her eyes!

Lend a sword to Henry Grant?

If not for the fact that Henry Grant’s sword, “Lone Star,” had been destroyed in the Pre-Qin ruins, greatly weakening his strength, at least two-thirds of those invited to besiege him would not have dared to show up. Even the Sword Saint’s disciple—Sword Sage Samuel Hayes—could only pretend not to hear such an invitation.

For a moment, the previously agitated forest fell silent again.

Seeing the undisguised fear and avoidance in the eyes of the cultivators present, Samuel Hayes let out a soft sigh and thought silently, “With a sword in hand, no one dares to draw their sword. Though I, Samuel Hayes, am called Sword Sage, and my master is honored as Sword God, compared to Henry Grant, I am far inferior.”

Watching as the many cultivators present fell silent, Henry Grant gave a faint smile. As the smile faded, a trace of coldness gradually appeared on his face…

Just then, a clear, birdlike female voice suddenly rang out from the crowd: “Henry Grant, I’ll lend you my sword!” As she spoke, a long sword in a blue scabbard flew out from the crowd, heading straight toward Henry Grant.