Ethan Johnson's eyes flickered with a trace of evasiveness deep within, but her words were spoken without the slightest hesitation: "Of course. Since our Martial Alliance has been entrusted by the cultivation world to act as the liaison government agency, everything we do must naturally put the interests of the cultivation world and the nation first. If this item can usher in a new era for the cultivation world, our Martial Alliance will absolutely make it public, allowing everyone in the country to share it."

After Ethan Johnson finished speaking, the cultivators present who had long admired her once again shouted out: "Henry Clark, did you hear that? Miss Xueqin's broad-mindedness is something you could never compare to."

"A true hero acts for the country and the people! This is the real spirit of national righteousness, the bearing of a great hero!"

"Though the Martial Alliance has emerged to serve the nation, such magnanimity truly wins our admiration."

"Only those who understand the principle of national righteousness walk the true path of kings. The selfish, those who abandon the world and ignore the feelings of others, will sooner or later bring about their own destruction."

"Exactly. Henry Clark, if you don't hand over the treasure today, you will not escape death here."

A chorus of praise and virtue resounded unceasingly, continuously coming from the mouths of nearly a thousand cultivators surrounding them. In order to learn advanced cultivation techniques and to break through the bottleneck that had lasted for countless years and ascend to a higher realm, these cultivators shouted with all their might, fearing that the people of the Martial Alliance might change their minds and let Henry Clark leave alone with that pre-Qin relic.

Samuel Foster, hearing the cultivators gradually begin to mock Henry Clark, looked increasingly displeased, especially as he saw a few of them getting more and more out of hand. He suddenly turned his head and barked coldly, "All of you, shut up!"

Though his voice was not loud, the might of an innate expert was not something ordinary people could compare to. At his shout, nearly a thousand people present felt a slight shock in their hearts, as if an invisible force had fiercely shaken them. Some even found it hard to breathe, and the words they were about to shout were forcibly swallowed due to the shortness of breath. In an instant, the nearly thousand people atop the cliff fell completely silent.

Henry Clark let out a light laugh, his gaze sweeping over the nearly thousand cultivation experts gathered at the top of the cliff. Wherever his eyes passed, the cultivators all lowered their heads. Even those dozen or so sect leader-level experts at the very edge, at the peak of the acquired ninth level, all averted their eyes, not daring to meet his gaze. They understood all too well the dangers of the pre-Qin ruins—even innate grandmasters entering could easily perish there. These people were no fools; they naturally knew where their own guilt lay.

Seeing that Samuel Foster's shout had brought an awkward silence to the scene, a young woman in blue with a cold expression stepped out from the crowd: "Henry Clark, you are already at the end of your rope. Not only are you seriously injured, but after unleashing that last strike, all the true qi in your body has been completely exhausted. If you don't get treatment soon, even excessive blood loss could kill you. Do you really intend to stubbornly cling to that treasure until death?"

Seeing this woman, the mocking smile on Henry Clark's face immediately vanished. The closest to him and the most powerful, Samuel Foster, instantly sensed a trace of coldness emanating from him!

"Olivia White, a year ago when you broke through to the innate realm, if I hadn't protected you and reinforced your meridians, you would have died from qi deviation. What right do you have now to stand here and point fingers at me? Frankly, I saved your life, yet this time, you're the most eager to deal with me..."

"Enough!" A cold shout burst from Olivia White's mouth. In the cultivation world, people valued loyalty and gratitude above all. If Henry Clark were allowed to finish, she feared she would lose all face in the cultivation world: "Today, in order to make you hand over the treasure, more than 1,500 experts from all over the cultivation world have come, and five or six hundred have already died at your hands. No matter what your reasons are, you must hand over the treasure. Otherwise, wouldn't those five or six hundred comrades have died in vain?"

At the mention of the five or six hundred fallen cultivators, those who had been cowed by Samuel Foster began to stir again.

"That's right, the treasure must be handed over, or how can we face the spirits of our five or six hundred brothers in heaven?"

"Our leader was killed by him just now—we must get an explanation from him."

"My master is dead too, killed by him."

"Henry Clark 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 Clark seemed to be at his limit, even took a few tentative steps forward, quietly closing in on him, hoping to seize an opportunity for themselves!

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