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Are they afraid? Yes, everyone feels a chill deep in their bones, but even deeper is the raging fire burning in their hearts—"Why would the Holy Domain interfere in a war between ordinary people? Weren't the supreme sword saints, who stand above all, supposed to be the guardians of humanity?"

Humans, by nature, are creatures prone to jealousy and complaints.

Power beyond human limits, achievements that ordinary people can never reach no matter how hard they try, often instinctively breed rejection in many. If such power remains distant, like a myth, it's tolerable, but when it appears nearby, it immediately invites resentment. It's the resentment of having one's efforts, brilliance, and existence overshadowed. This resentment, when accumulated, gradually transforms into anger, erupting into raging flames directed at those with superhuman abilities.

That was exactly the situation now. As death approached step by step, the nearly desperate tribal warriors were gradually consumed by that grievance-like anger. They even began to point at the "Red Sun Knight" across the "Wailing Wall" and hurl insults at him. Not only them, but even the "Flame Sand Army" standing behind Hein and the 3,000 reinforcements behind them stopped fighting. They all quietly watched the battle of the sword saint. However, no matter which side, the gaze directed at the "Red Sun Knight" was filled with dissatisfaction and anger.

Openly bullying the weak with strength never earns respect. Perhaps the creed of "never interfering in low-level battles" followed by the sword saints of past generations wasn't purely out of arrogance and dignity, but also a necessary way to coexist with the entire race.

Chen Xuanfeng's keen senses captured the reactions of people near and far, stirring some emotions in his heart.

"Brother, the 'Wailing Wall' is almost at its breaking point. If it collapses and that person still hasn't shown up, do we keep fighting?" Jin Luosha had already returned to Chen Xuanfeng's side during the battle pause, gently asking while tugging at his sleeve.

Chen Xuanfeng patted the girl's head and smiled, "It's alright. That person has already arrived. I couldn't detect him earlier because he was too far away, but now that he's here, among that group of mercenaries, he can't hide from my perception no matter how hard he tries."

Chen Xuanfeng's magic was basically on par with someone who couldn't use magic employing a magic scroll. Naturally, he couldn't continuously replenish the "Wailing Wall" with magic like a true mage could. Thus, the collapse of the magical barrier occurred sooner than everyone expected. Just over ten minutes later, the gray shield started to crack, and after a short while, with a "zheng—" sound, the massive magical barrier that enveloped the entire tribe shattered into pieces.

"Hmph, your time has come, you pesky insect!"

Seeing the last obstacle removed, the "Red Sun Knight" finally let out a long-held breath of frustration and turned his blazing anger towards the source of his obstruction—Chen Xuanfeng.

Having decided to kill this level 10 mage first, Hein's "Red Lotus Sword" swung, sending a deep red sword beam across hundreds of meters, aiming for Chen Xuanfeng's head.

Even before the sword beam reached him, the scorching flames had already illuminated the area within a hundred meters. However, Chen Xuanfeng had no intention of dodging or blocking. He stood there silently, and Jin Luosha beside him didn't budge.

Chen Xuanfeng believed that the hidden person wouldn't let this sword fall.

Jin Luosha trusted her brother's judgment.

Of course, Chen Xuanfeng wasn't a reckless fool who would gamble his life on someone else. His hands, which were behind his back, were already wrapped in layers of black light circles, and his Nine Yin True Qi was operating at its limit. The "Magic Aura" was ready to be unleashed. If things went south, he could instantly escape with Jin Luosha, moving so fast it seemed like teleportation.

However, the situation didn't escalate to the point where he needed to use his ultimate technique. A loud shout echoed just before the sword beam could strike.

"Shameless! Break for me—"

The sandy ground thirty meters in front of Chen Xuanfeng suddenly surged. Two crescent-shaped blades made of sand crossed into a giant cross, rising into the sky to block Hein's sword.

"Boom—" The brief clash between the sand blade and the flaming sword erupted with a deafening roar, and then both vanished without a trace.

"Who dares help the traitor block me? Show yourself!" Hein, seeing his attack obstructed again, was even more enraged and shouted loudly.

However, he didn't dare to charge forward. The brief clash just now had already allowed him to sense the identity of his opponent, a powerful being who also possessed the power of the Holy Domain.

As the dust settled, a figure gradually appeared in front of Chen Xuanfeng. It was a young man with light golden hair braided and hanging behind him, dressed in a simple yet elegant Southern noble hunting outfit. He was facing away from Chen Xuanfeng, so his face couldn't be seen for the moment. However, the weapons in his hands left both Chen Xuanfeng and Jin Luosha momentarily stunned. He held a desert-style scimitar in each hand, the one in his left exuding a bluish glow, and the one in his right shimmering gold and red. The power emanating from them was clearly a pair of rare epic-grade divine weapons.

"Brother, that seems to be…" Jin Luosha was about to speak but suddenly thought of something and immediately stopped herself, exchanging only a glance with Chen Xuanfeng. Both of them knew in their hearts that the bluish blade was one they had seen before. It was the host-bound divine weapon "Crescent Moon," belonging to the "Holy Grail Knight" Lansino, whom Chen Xuanfeng had killed. After the original owner's death, it was taken by Chen Xuanfeng's human disciple Xi Luo and disappeared. It was unexpected to see it appear here. Chen Xuanfeng couldn't help but think: It seems that this young man is not just a sword saint but also has a connection to my disciple.

The young sword saint with light golden hair seemed to have heard Jin Luosha's voice, but he didn't think much of it. He just nodded slightly at the two of them before turning back to face the "Red Sun Knight," saying coldly, "In the 800 years since the Holy Domain appeared in this world, there have been twenty-nine sword saints. However, there has never been a human sword saint who intervened in human civil wars, let alone committed the shameless act of slaughtering ordinary people. Hein Saron, you are a disgrace to all sword saints!"