Henry Clark’s brows furrowed. Seeing a postnatal ninth-level cultivator in his thirties or forties approaching within twenty meters, he suddenly took a step forward. In an instant, his figure appeared beside that cultivator at an unbelievable speed. Although the postnatal ninth-level cultivator reacted immediately, just as he tried to defend himself, an overwhelmingly powerful force clamped down on his neck!

　　“Crack!”

　　The neck of the postnatal ninth-level middle-aged man was directly crushed, and his whole body collapsed limply to the ground.

　　This sudden, ferocious strike that instantly killed a postnatal ninth-level expert once again intimidated the cultivators who were slowly approaching. If even a top postnatal ninth-level master could be subdued and eliminated in a single move, wouldn’t those postnatal seventh- or eighth-level cultivators be going to their deaths for nothing if they stepped forward?

　　For a moment, everyone’s gaze once again fell on Samuel Foster, Olivia White, and Ethan Johnson.

　　Of the seven innate experts who came to besiege Henry Clark, four were already dead. Now, only these three remained.

　　Among these three innate experts, Samuel Foster was undoubtedly the strongest, with Ethan Johnson next. However, for various reasons, neither of them was willing to make a move, so the heavy responsibility fell to Olivia White. After all, in Henry Clark’s current state, it was impossible for him to defeat an innate-level powerhouse.

　　Olivia White glanced at the two who remained unmoved, snorted coldly in her heart, and stepped forward: “Henry Clark, 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 treasures from the Pre-Qin ruins, and I might spare your life. Otherwise…” A sword aura flashed from the treasured sword in her hand: “Today, I’ll use the life of the number one in the cultivation world to consecrate my ‘Moon Veil Sword’!”

　　“Since you, Olivia White, think so highly of yourself…” Henry Clark chuckled lightly, completely ignoring Olivia White who was brandishing her sword before him. His gaze swept over the crowd of thousands present, and he called out loudly, “Who dares to lend me a sword?”

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

　　Lend a sword to Henry Clark?

　　This time, if not for the fact that Henry Clark’s sword “Lone Star” had been destroyed in the Pre-Qin ruins, greatly weakening his strength, at least two-thirds of the cultivators invited to besiege him would not have dared to show up. Even the Sword Saint’s disciple—Sword Sage Samuel Foster—could only turn a blind eye to such an invitation.

　　In an instant, the previously agitated forest fell silent again.

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

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

　　Just then, a clear, oriole-like female voice suddenly rang out from the crowd: “Henry Clark, 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 Clark.

　　“Good!” A sharp light flashed in Henry Clark’s eyes as he was about to catch the sword, but suddenly, a sword aura whooshed in from the side, striking the long sword heavily. The fierce force shattered the sword into pieces, scattering fragments of iron in all directions…

　　The sudden turn of events startled everyone present. When they came to their senses, nearly a thousand cultivators simultaneously looked in two directions.

　　Some looked at a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old blue-clad girl in the crowd, who appeared delicate and frail; others, naturally, looked at Ethan Johnson, who had unleashed the sword aura that shattered the green long sword.

　　Those who looked at the blue-clad girl had eyes full of hostility, coldness, and cruelty, while those who looked at Ethan Johnson mostly showed relief and gratitude… though faintly, there seemed to be a trace or two of disdain mixed in.

　　The blue-clad girl, seeing this scene, had a flash of panic in her eyes, but still stubbornly held her head high. Her eyes, still a bit childish, sparkled with spirit as she met the gazes of those around her whose cultivation was clearly higher than hers. Clearly, she did not regret what she had just done.

　　Seeing the many cultivators around the blue-clad girl with murderous intent in their eyes, Samuel Foster frowned and immediately said, “Junior sister, don’t make trouble. Come here.”

　　The blue-clad girl was slightly stunned, looking at Samuel Foster not far away with a hint of confusion in her bright eyes.

　　Samuel Foster’s expression turned cold: “Come here!”

　　Olivia White, witnessing this scene, seemed to understand something and sneered, “Sword Sage Samuel Foster, I didn’t know you had a junior sister.”

　　Samuel Foster shot her a cold glance. “What, do I, Samuel Foster, need to report my actions to you?”