In the blink of an eye, Scarlett leapt out, a treasured sword flying from her mouth, slashing out a stunning sword light that swept toward the Fierce Jackal King like a torrent of mercury.

"Boom!"

The clash between both sides swept out, causing the earth to tremble slightly.

At the Mortal Shedding Realm, one already possesses astonishing power; at the Transcendence Realm, even more so. Once they make a move, they can even alter the environment of an entire region.

At this moment on the battlefield, with David Reed and the Silverback Wolf King, as well as Scarlett and the Fierce Jackal King at the center, the rest of the sect leader's guards were being held back by these ferocious and unmatched wolves.

Only Henry Grant was left, watching everything before him with great interest.

"All of these are fortune points, but still not enough!" Henry Grant looked at the attacking monsters as if he were seeing a pile of bouncing fortune points.

"Henry Grant, I'm here to kill you!"

At this moment, with a furious shout, a burly, tiger-skin-clad middle-aged man roared and descended from the sky.

He wielded a pair of massive golden hammers, each one seemingly able to tear open the heavens with ease.

"Now this is interesting!" Henry Grant looked at the burly man pouncing down at him.

Just then, from the shadow beneath the carriage, a poisoned dagger swept out silently, heading straight for Henry Grant's back.

A chilling murderous intent erupted, icy to the bone.

One attack from above, one from below, forming a pincer assault.

Facing such an attack, Henry Grant didn't move at all, as if he were completely terrified, unable to budge.

"Hah!"

At the critical moment, just as both attacks were about to strike down Henry Grant—

Henry Grant let out a thunderous shout!

His entire body's vital energy boiled, and a terrifying aura erupted from around him, sweeping out in all directions with Henry Grant at the center.

The attacks that were just a hair's breadth away from hitting Henry Grant suddenly froze in midair.

The figure hidden in the darkness finally appeared, dressed in black with a white lotus embroidered on his chest. Anyone with some knowledge of the martial world could immediately identify his affiliation.

A member of the White Lotus Sect, southern rebels of the Great Xia Empire.

"Buzz!"

The aura kept growing, his vital energy surging like pillars propping up the sky. In an instant, the two attackers were sent flying backward.

They tumbled to the ground like kites with broken strings, bouncing hard several times.

Their gazes toward Henry Grant were filled with shock and terror.

"How can he still have such power!"

Both of their eyes flickered with disbelief. With just a single shout, Henry Grant had sent them flying with his own aura alone, showing not the slightest sign of being seriously injured.

Could the intelligence have been wrong?

Henry Grant loosened his muscles and bones—this was exactly what he had been waiting for!

The time to reap had come!

At that critical moment just now, he had unhesitatingly used a Peak Experience Card. Now, he felt a terrifying power surging within his body. Even if a Dao Realm powerhouse appeared, Henry Grant was confident he could fight them.

His gaze swept over the two, already having identified them. The middle-aged man in tiger skin with disheveled hair was likely an expert from the northern Hu tribe.

The man in black was a top expert of the southern rebel White Lotus Sect.

The Hu tribe itself was a formidable enemy of the Great Xia Empire, frequently raiding southward. This had been going on for years—not just one or two—from even before the founding of the Great Xia Empire.

The previous dynasty had also gradually declined after years of confrontation with the Hu tribe.

Now, the threat from the Hu tribe was stronger than ever, because the current Hu chieftain, the Wolf Emperor, was a Dao Realm expert on par with Henry Grant.

As for the White Lotus Sect in the south, they were an old rebel force. In the thousand years since the founding of the Great Xia Empire, the White Lotus Sect had rebelled over a hundred times. Now, among the many southern rebel forces, they had the greatest momentum.

Their leader, Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Frank Page, was a renowned expert on the Xuan Yuan Continent, just a step away from the Dao Realm.

The demon race, the northern Hu tribe, the southern White Lotus Sect—each could be called a mortal threat to the Great Xia Empire. Yet in just a few days, they had colluded and set up an ambush here.

But Henry Grant was not surprised. After all, as the number one figure of the righteous path, the leader of the Taichu Sect, the second Dao Realm in the sect's history, one of the supreme giants of the continent, pillar of the Great Xia royal family, guardian of the righteous path on the Xuan Yuan Continent, rift-maker of the demonic sects, scourge of the demon race and other foreign tribes—he was almost naturally the enemy of these forces.

Not to mention the Seven Southern Demonic Sects, the southwestern Nanman, and the unpredictable Sword Saint of the East Sea—none of them were easy to deal with.

As long as there was even the slightest chance, they would never let slip the opportunity to kill Henry Grant.

Because they all coveted the territory of the Great Xia Empire, and Henry Grant was the stumbling block standing in their way.