Mu Hanyan smiled bitterly. Perhaps others did not understand the Holy Lord's words, but she and Ye Lanxun did. Her identity and her bloodline were the key to the Holy Lord's inheritance.
It turned out that not only Ye Lanxuan knew his secret, he had also known it for a long time.
"Also, you were wrong before. I am not doing this to unify the Holy Continent, nor for some supreme hegemony. I do this only to keep the continent safe and for hundreds of millions of people." The Holy Lord raised his head and said solemnly.
"All you need is my blood, let them go." Mu Hanyan sighed as she looked at Zhuang Ping'an and others who looked ashen.
If they were facing others, they might still be able to muster the desire to resist, but facing the Holy Lord, let alone resistance, they even forgot their anger and were left with only despair.
"Young Master Mu..." Zhuang Ping'an and the others were originally in a daze, but when they heard Mu Hanyan's words, they suddenly woke up as if from a dream.
They could no longer remember how many times Mu Hanyan had stepped forward and how many times she had risked her life to protect them. Warmth flowed into their hearts and tears rolled down their cheeks.
"You are kind-hearted. I was not wrong about you. If I had a choice, I really would not want to harm your life. Unfortunately, you are not strong enough. But when you are strong enough, I will no longer be able to refine your bloodline. Therefore, you must die, and they must die too." The Holy Lord shook his head and said regretfully.
"What!" Ye Lanxuan trembled violently.
He originally thought that the Holy Lord only needed their blood but would not harm their lives. After hearing the Holy Lord's words, he realized that he was wrong.
"Lan Xun, you are different from them. Once you leave here, you will be the only saint. After I finish this task and keep the Holy Court Continent peaceful for ten thousand years, I will pass the position of Holy Lord to you." The Holy Lord said to Ye Lan Xun.
His bloodline has nothing to do with Mu Hanyan, so the Holy Lord doesn't need to harm his life.
Ye Lanxuan looked into the Holy Lord's eyes, slowly shook his head, then knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times respectfully.
"Lan Xun, what are you doing?" The Holy Lord frowned.
"Master, this is the last time I call you Master. Thank you for all your kindness in raising and teaching me. I will never forget it until I die.
If you want my bloodline, my life, I will never resist, but for Han Yan, I have no choice but to be your enemy!" Having said this, Ye Lanxuan stood up and drew the magic sword from his waist.
There were still traces of tears on his face, but his expression was so determined.
His figure is so tall and straight, so unyielding, like a mountain that will never fall!
Looking at Ye Lanxuan's tall figure, everyone was deeply shocked. Suddenly, they found that the Holy Lord was not so scary, nor was he completely irresistible.
"It's not that easy to take our lives." Yue Fanchen drew out his sword.
"As a swordsman, I have the dignity of a swordsman. Even if I die, I must die on the battlefield." Zhuang Ping'an also drew out his sword.
"A real man stands tall and proud. Even if he dies, he must die in a dignified manner!" Nan Aotian also drew out his sword.
All around, the sound of dragon roars as long swords were unsheathed could be heard. Seeing Ye Lanxun's unyielding will, their hearts, which had been as dead as ashes, were once again burning with a strong desire to fight.
As for Hua Yue and the others, they didn't say anything extra. As soon as they understood the Holy Lord's intention, they had already drawn their swords at the same time.
However, Tan Tai Changqing, Shao Chengxiong, Wei Xiaotian, and other saint elites were in a state of despair. They neither drew their swords against the Holy Lord nor had any intention of stopping them.
They are loyal to the Holy Lord and would not complain even if they died for him, but it is difficult for them to accept such an outcome. To them, what the Holy Lord did was undoubtedly a betrayal, but they could not do anything to the Holy Lord.
"Is it worth it? As long as you leave now, you can become the master of the Holy Court, or even the master of the entire Holy Continent. Is it worth doing this?" The Holy Lord looked at Ye Lanxun and asked slowly.
"I don't know whether it's worth it or not. I only know that I will never miss her or lose her again. I will protect her with my life." Ye Lanxuan said firmly.
Everyone around was moved. Although most of them were absorbed in cultivation and had long since forgotten about love, they were still moved when they heard Ye Lanxuan's words and saw his gaze.
"I understand." The Holy Lord nodded, his expression becoming extremely cold.
"Heavenly Sword, destroy the gods!" Ye Lanxun let out a clear whistle and slashed towards the Holy Lord with his long sword.
"Nine Heavens, Stars Fall!" Mu Hanyan would not sit still and wait for death. As soon as Ye Lanxun made a move, she also swung out the sword that had been accumulated for a long time.
"Thunder sound, sword swing!"
"Saint, swordsmanship!"
"Tianxing, sword mark!"
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All other descendants of the God's Guardians followed closely behind, each displaying their strongest sword skills.
The Holy Lord looked at everyone indifferently, until the sword light was in front of him, then he gently waved his sleeves.
That sleeve seemed to encompass the entire universe, and the entire world seemed to be shrouded by that wide sleeve.
A strong wind suddenly blew up, and everyone was shocked and retreated, spitting out blood. Those with lower cultivation level fell directly to the ground and could not get up for a while.
Ye Lanxuan and Mu Hanyan were no exception. They both took several steps back at the same time. Their faces were as pale as paper, and blood was oozing from the corners of their mouths. It was obvious that they were seriously injured.
Everyone looked at the Holy Lord in horror. Although their energy and spiritual thoughts had been drained away by the formation, they still had some strength left, and the power of their combined attack was still considerable. Moreover, they could see that Ye Lanxun was a little different from them, and his strength was not greatly affected by the formation. But even so, when everyone joined forces with their swords, they could not withstand even a slight wave of the Holy Lord's sleeve.
The power of the Holy Lord is so terrifying!
"Yes, very good. Even in such a situation, you can still have such fighting spirit and display such sword power. If times and places were different, you would surely create greater glory for our Holy Court. It's a pity that you were born at the wrong time." The Holy Lord sighed and said.
After saying that, he didn't want to waste time with everyone and made hand gestures again.
The light in the air was bright, and everyone's energy and spiritual thoughts, along with the power hidden in their blood, poured out at a faster speed, and even their vitality began to disappear rapidly.
Obviously, in the face of the Holy Lord's powerful strength, even if they were willing to fight to the death, they were completely powerless.
"What you want is just our bloodline, but I won't give it to you." Sang Qinghe turned the sword tip around and aimed it at his heart, his face full of determination.
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