"Impossible, you can't be so powerful, you...you..." Wei Xiaotian said intermittently while spitting blood and pointing at Mu Hanyan. Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
"Your Excellency the Saint." An Lihong and other deacons of the Holy Court finally woke up from their dream. They did not have time to think about how Mu Hanyan defeated Wei Xiaotian. They hurried forward to support him.
An Lihong took out the pill and was about to give it to Wei Xiaotian.
"Deacon An, why don't you send the Saint back first?" Another deacon patted him lightly and gave him a look.
An Lihong suddenly came to his senses. Wei Xiaotian had always harbored murderous intentions towards Mu Hanyan, and now he was humiliated by her defeat. If he woke up now, he might fight Mu Hanyan to the death. It would be a good opportunity to send him back while he was unconscious to avoid further trouble.
"Send them to Shengyun Peak first. The Holy Lord will receive them when he comes out of retreat." An Lihong and several other deacons gave instructions to the other disciples of the Holy Court, then carried Wei Xiaotian away quickly.
In reality, with their strength, one person could have escorted Wei Xiaotian back, but they now understood that these divine guardians from the various continental nations were not so easily bullied, especially Mu Hanyan, who was terrifyingly powerful. They no longer dared to wade into the grudge between Wei Xiaotian and Mu Hanyan, and took this opportunity to keep their distance.
"Young Master Mu, we didn't expect your strength to be so powerful. We were worried for nothing before." A young man about twenty-five or twenty-six years old stepped forward and said, his eyes full of respect as he looked at Mu Hanyan.
"I heard from my great-grandfather earlier that Young Master Mu is a genius and his future cultivation will be limitless, which is definitely not comparable to us. I was a little skeptical and dissatisfied. Today I know that my great-grandfather underestimated Young Master Mu. Why wait until the future? He is already beyond our reach now." Another man in his early thirties said with a wry smile.
He has already reached the level of a great swordsman. At this age, he would be considered a genius in any country on the continent. Even in the Holy Court, apart from the few remaining saints among the Twelve Saints, there are not many who are stronger than him. He has always been proud of his talent. It was not until he met Mu Hanyan today that he realized what it meant that there are always people better than you and there are things better than you. He had no choice but to accept it.
Mu Hanyan was secretly ashamed. Until now, she still didn't know where those hundreds of mysterious powers came from. In terms of real strength, she might not be stronger than the master of the great swordsman level in front of her.
At this time, the descendants of the guardian gods from other countries also came forward to congratulate them.
"Oh!" Suddenly, a man exclaimed, staggered and almost fell to the ground. It was the master of the swordsman level mentioned above.
"What's wrong?" A companion supported him.
"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired, as if I just went through a big battle, and all the energy in my body is almost depleted." As the man said this, he quickly sat cross-legged and practiced his skills to restore his energy.
"If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have noticed. Why am I so tired too? It's as if I was the one fighting just now." The companion also showed signs of fatigue and quickly sat down cross-legged.
The others then realized that they were in the same situation. Although they did not take action, at least 50% of the energy in their bodies was depleted. They quickly sat down and practiced breathing techniques.
After a while, more than one hundred descendants of the guardians of God from various countries sat down cross-legged with tired faces and began to practice on the spot.
Looking at those faces full of fatigue, Mu Hanyan was shocked: Could it be that the hundreds of mysterious powers just now came from them?
He subconsciously looked at Hua Yue and the others; they were equally surprised.
After spending so much time together, they knew Mu Hanyan's strength very well. They also knew that even if the five of them joined forces to activate the five magical instruments and raise Mu Hanyan's combat power to the level of Sword Saint, it would be difficult for her to be a match for Wei Xiaotian.
In their expectation, the best outcome was that Mu Hanyan gave her all, allowing Wei Xiaotian to see how powerful she was, knowing that she was not the kind of soft persimmon that could be bullied, and then retreat. As for Mu Hanyan defeating Wei Xiaotian, they dared not imagine such an almost unrealistic result.
After all, the gap is so huge. There is still a difference between a sword master who is forcibly promoted by the five magic weapons and a real sword master. It is possible to challenge an ordinary sword master by surprise, but facing a saint, it can be said that there is no chance at all.
More importantly, Mu Hanyan only has three chances to strike with the sword. If all of their innate magical powers are combined on her, I'm afraid that just one sword will be enough to deplete her energy, and they will all be exhausted.
But no one expected that the miracle they thought was impossible would happen again. With just one sword, Mu Hanyan defeated Wei Xiaotian cleanly and neatly, causing him to vomit blood and fall unconscious.
After this sword strike, Mu Hanyan was full of energy and vigor, completely different from the exhausted and weak woman she was after the last sparring with Feng Qingyu. What shocked them even more was that they themselves were not exhausted like last time, and only one third of their energy was consumed at most.
It was not until the other hundred or so descendants of the guardian of the gods fell to the ground and quickly practiced their internal energy and breathing exercises that they vaguely understood what was going on: It turned out that this time, Mu Hanyan not only borrowed the power of several of them, but also concentrated all the power of the other descendants of the guardian of the gods on her alone. It was precisely with the power of these hundred people that she unexpectedly gave Wei Xiaotian an unforgettable memory.
What was going on? There were clearly only five magical instruments, and only five people had performed the sword duel. How could all the power of the descendants of the divine guardians be used by Mu Hanyan? Even if they racked their brains, they couldn't figure out the reason.
Mu Hanyan was also deep in thought, carefully recalling the events of that sword strike. Suddenly, something clicked in her mind. It seemed as if, at the moment the sword struck, everyone's minds were focused on her. In the emptiness, her mind seemed to merge with theirs.
Could this be the reason? Unfortunately, Wei Xiaotian was defeated in the battle, and Mu Hanyan had no way to verify her guess.
"Oh, why did I let Wei Xiaotian go? I should have killed him just now." Ye Yanran suddenly slapped her forehead and said in annoyance.
Those disciples of the Holy Court who stayed behind looked at Ye Yanran and subconsciously wiped the cold sweat from their sweat: Cruel, so cruel!
He is one of the only five surviving saints among the twelve saints. Do you feel no psychological pressure when killing him? Do you think it's like killing a chicken?
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