"Impossible, you can’t possibly have such strong strength, you... you..." Wei Xiaotian said intermittently while vomiting blood, pointing at Han Yan, but before he could finish, his eyes rolled back as he fainted.

"Holy Saint." An Lihong and other Holy Court Stewards finally awoke from their dreams, no longer able to contemplate how Han Yan defeated Wei Xiaotian, and quickly stepped forward to support him.

An Lihong took out an elixir, intending to administer it to Wei Xiaotian.

"Deacon An, maybe we should first take the Holy Saint back." Another steward lightly tapped him and gave him a meaningful glance.

An Lihong suddenly realized, as Wei Xiaotian was already intent on killing Han Yan, and now losing to her severely embarrassed him. If he were to awaken now, he might fight Han Yan desperately. Taking advantage of his unconscious state, sending him back would prevent further trouble.

"You escort them to Holy Cloud Peak first, and when the Holy Master emerges, he will meet with them." An Lihong and several stewards instructed the other Holy Court disciples, then quickly carried Wei Xiaotian away.

Actually, given their strength, one person could escort Wei Xiaotian back. However, they now understood that these Guardians of the Gods from the Mainland Countries weren’t so easily bullied, especially Han Yan, who was terrifyingly powerful. The grudge between Wei Xiaotian and Han Yan was not one they dared to get involved in, and they took this opportunity to respectfully keep their distance.

"Young Master Mu, we did not expect your strength to be so formidable; earlier, you had us worrying for nothing." A young man about twenty-five or six stepped forward and said, looking at Han Yan with great respect.

"I heard my great-grandfather say Young Master Mu is extraordinarily talented and that your cultivation in the future would be immeasurable, far beyond our comparison. I didn’t quite believe it and was somewhat unconvinced, but today I understand that great-grandfather underestimated Young Master Mu. There’s no need to wait for the future, as you already surpass us today." Another man, slightly over thirty, also smiled bitterly and said.

He was at the cultivation level of a Great Sword Master, which at his age was considered a prodigy even among the Mainland Countries. Even within the Holy Court, apart from the remaining few among the Twelve Saints, there weren’t many stronger than him. He prided himself on his natural talent until today when he encountered Han Yan, and he realized that there’s always someone better, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

Han Yan felt secretly embarrassed; even now, she had no idea where those hundreds of mysterious forces came from. In terms of real strength, she might not be superior to the Great Sword Master expert in front of her.

At this moment, other Guardians of the Gods descendants from various countries stepped forward to offer congratulations.

"Oh!" Suddenly, a man exclaimed, nearly stumbling to the ground. It was the Sword Master Realm expert from earlier.

"What’s the matter?" A companion supported him.

"It’s nothing, just feeling a bit exhausted, as if I’ve just been through a major battle, with my whole body’s Qi almost depleted." The man said while quickly sitting cross-legged to restore his Qi through energy movement.

"You didn’t say it, but now I feel it too. It’s like I’m the one who fought just now." His companion also showed fatigue and quickly sat down cross-legged.

Only then did the others realize they were in the same situation. Although they hadn’t fought, their internal Qi was depleted by more than half, so they also sat down to regulate their energy.

Moments later, over a hundred descendants of the Guardians of the Gods from various countries sat down, faces tired, to cultivate on the spot.

Seeing all those faces filled with fatigue, Han Yan was utterly shocked: Could it be that the mysterious forces just now came from them?

Instinctively, she glanced at Huayue and the others, who were equally astonished.

Having been together for so long, they were well aware of Han Yan’s strength. They knew that even if the five of them joined forces to activate the Five Great Magical Instruments to elevate Han Yan’s combat power to the Sword Saint Realm, it would be challenging to overcome Wei Xiaotian.

In their expectation, the best outcome was for Han Yan to go all out, showcasing her power to Wei Xiaotian so he would realize she was no pushover and retreat voluntarily. As for Han Yan defeating Wei Xiaotian, such a near-impossible outcome was beyond their imagination.

After all, the gap was immense; forcibly raised to a Sword Saint through the Five Great Magical Instruments differed from a genuine Sword Saint. Taking an opponent by surprise might allow for surpassing an ordinary Sword Saint, but facing a Holy Saint seemed hopeless.

More importantly, Han Yan had only three chances to strike. If all their innate divine abilities were bestowed upon her, probably only one strike would exhaust her Qi, leaving all of them utterly drained.

But none of them expected the miracle to happen again; just one strike, merely one strike, Han Yan neatly defeated Wei Xiaotian, making him vomit blood and faint.

And after that strike, Han Yan seemed full of spirit, contrasting starkly with her previous collapse and weakness after the sparring with Feng Qingyu. More shocking was that they themselves weren’t as exhausted as the last time, with their Qi only consuming about one-third.

Until over a hundred descendants of the Guardians of the Gods sat down one by one on the ground, rapidly engaging in energy movement to adjust their state, they vaguely understood what had happened: It turned out that Han Yan not only borrowed their power this time but also gathered the strength of other Guardians of the Gods descendants all upon herself. It was precisely this hundred-person force that allowed her to take Wei Xiaotian by surprise, leaving him an unforgettable memory.

What’s going on? Clearly, there were only Five Great Magical Instruments, and clearly, only five people executed the sword move. How did all the Guardians of the Gods descendants’ powers become available to Han Yan? Even if they wracked their brains, they couldn’t figure it out.

Han Yan was also deep in thought, recalling meticulously the process of that strike. Suddenly, a thought struck Han Yan; it seemed, at the moment the sword was slashed, everyone’s mental state gathered upon her, and in clarity, her mental state seemed to merge and unify with theirs.

Is that the reason? Unfortunately, with Wei Xiaotian defeated, Han Yan had no way to verify her guess.

"Oh, why do we let Wei Xiaotian leave, we should have killed him just now." Ye Yanran suddenly patted her forehead, annoyed, and said.

The Holy Court disciples left behind glanced at Ye Yanran, subconsciously wiping their cold sweat: Ruthless, truly ruthless!

Among the Twelve Saints, the remaining five, how can you talk about killing without a psychological burden? It’s like killing chickens, isn’t it?