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Having detonated the "Rending Dragon Lion Fang Blade," which had accompanied him for over thirty years, Samantha only managed to gain a momentary respite. In an instant, the relentless onslaught of the three Sword Saints broke through the energy shockwave released by the exploding divine weapon and once again closed in on Samantha. This time, however, Samantha remained calm and composed, watching as the three torrents of power surged toward him.

Samantha had not suddenly gone mad; he was in full control of the situation. At the very moment when the three Sword Saints' attack was about to strike, a shadow descended from the sky and slammed in front of him. Although the object fell with great speed, it did not stir up any dust, yet the combined power unleashed by the three Sword Saints inexplicably faltered slightly before this object and then vanished like melting ice and snow.

This scene, which subverted everyone's understanding, caused the entire battlefield to come to a standstill. When people's eyes turned to the object that had blocked the combined attack of the three Sword Saints, they saw a massive, heavy black axe.

"How could it be... the 'Cataclysmic Demon Axe'?" I did not recognize the weapon, but Catherine, who was invisible behind me, was very familiar with it. This black axe was once wielded by her father and was considered the Orc Alliance's greatest divine weapon.

"I’ve heard of its history, but wasn't it retrieved by the War God Temple after Samantha ascended and then entrusted to Leimen for safekeeping?" Although I did not recognize the weapon, I had some knowledge of its origins.

"I’m not sure... perhaps Teacher Leimen has already acknowledged Samantha's achievements." There was a hint of uncertainty in Catherine's voice. Even a divine weapon, if not wielded by a strong master, is just a mere sharp tool. The person who could throw the axe and neutralize the combined power of the three Sword Saints could only be Leimen, and the implications of this made me quite puzzled.

"Snow—golden snow—" While we were distracted, the little girl Jin Luosha, who was nestled in my arms, suddenly noticed the changes in the sky and cried out in delight. When I looked up, I saw that in just that short span of time, the sky above the entire battlefield had undergone a tremendous change. The vast battle clouds that had covered the sky seemed to silently roll with thunder, and the temperature between heaven and earth dropped sharply. In the middle of June, it began to snow heavily, but these snowflakes, although white, were enveloped in a golden light, shimmering with the brilliance of gold.

"Golden snow? This is Teacher Leimen's Momentum." It seemed that Teacher had indeed arrived. Catherine, more familiar with Leimen than I, immediately recognized the immense power that was affecting the heavens and the earth. Leimen's *Battle Qi* was a fusion of the *Emperor Martial Overlord Art* and ice-attribute *Battle Qi*, and its Momentum manifested as golden snowflakes filling the sky.

At the same time, the "Flame Saint," who had also witnessed the heavenly anomaly, could not help but recall the bitter defeat from the battle at Saint Spirit Mountain a hundred years ago upon seeing the golden snow. The proud Levis roared angrily, "Leimen, show yourself!"

The "Sky-splitting Blade Saint" Arshu and the "Jade Frost Sword Saint" Bing Qinglie also appeared, standing alongside the "Flame Saint" in cautious vigilance, while Samantha took the opportunity to withdraw after retrieving the "Cataclysmic Demon Axe."

"Leimen, you damned coward, face me—waa—" Before Levis could finish his shout, his vision was filled with a massive fist.

"As you wish!"

With a loud thud, the dignified Sword Saint was sent flying by a golden fist enveloped in snow.

"Two more to go!"

"Leimen?" Both Arshu and Bing Qinglie did not expect that the world's strongest Sword Saint, Leimen, would launch a surprise attack without a word, and at a speed far greater than a hundred years ago. Caught off guard, they hastily defended against Leimen's swift and powerful punches but were still sent flying by the impact.

"Hmph, a century of time, yet you've regressed instead of progressed. How incompetent you are!" With a disdainful rebuke, a towering figure replaced the three Sword Saints and appeared in the center of the battlefield. The vast battlefield fell silent, with no one daring to make a sound. The white-haired Demon Lion King, the all-conquering orc warrior, the humans' nightmare for a hundred years, had finally descended upon the battlefield.

The old lion, clad in a black battle robe and carrying the "Soul-devouring Evil Sword" on his back, looked entirely different from when I had seen him in the Holy City. At that time, Leimen had been a profound and wise sage, ancient and elegant, commanding respect without instilling fear. But now, in his battle robe, his fierce winds howled, and his fighting spirit soared to the skies. His ancient and rugged lion-tribe features further accentuated his majesty, and his aura had completely transformed into that of a martial god dominating the world. Even warriors from both sides, far away as they were, did not dare to meet Leimen's awe-inspiring golden eyes.

Surely this overwhelming presence and heroic stance were his true form. Watching from afar, I couldn't help but think so.

Leimen did not even glance at the three Sword Saints who were on guard in the distance. His gaze swept over the battlefield, and he coldly and arrogantly sneered, "Cowards hiding in the shadows, how long do you intend to remain hidden? Show yourselves—break!"

A moment later, massive ripples in the air, accompanied by golden snowflakes, exploded outward from Leimen in all directions. Within a thousand feet, wherever the ripples passed, whether it was corpses or trees, soil, or stones, everything turned to dust. Only a few top experts understood that Leimen's shout, infused with his fighting spirit, had become so powerful that the sound itself had transformed into the shockwave, leaving no trace of noise.

The icy golden shockwave not only ravaged the ground but also surged toward the sky. On the ground, it was controlled to protect the nearby ordinary warriors, but in the sky, the power was unleashed without restraint, dancing wildly in all directions. The thick clouds in the sky, once dark and oppressive, now seemed to ignite like burning cotton, parting to reveal a perfect circular hole. The clouds rapidly dispersed, revealing a vast expanse of clear blue sky, and the brilliant sunlight poured down, bathing the entire battlefield in warmth. The golden snowflakes, now glowing even brighter under the sun's rays, continued to fall, casting the world in a dazzling, almost otherworldly golden light.