As Luo Qingxian murmured to herself, Luo Qingchen’s expression also changed slightly. After all the experiences within the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain,’ the feelings of these newly emerged prodigies of the Divine Sword Sect towards that figure had become quite complex.
At the moment when the siblings were filled with worry, the Chosen One of the Divine Sword Sect, standing silently in the wind and snow, showed a cold indifference, revealing little emotion, as if she were merely an observer, quietly watching everything unfold.
At this time, Ning Xianyi, though internally filled with endless shock, had become much calmer.
Even if he was a terrifying young prodigy, ultimately it was nothing but a dream.
And at the peak of the Majestic Divine Hall halfway up Divine Sword Peak.
Several of the strongest members of the Ning family were also watching this scene intently, their hearts a mixture of emotions.
"Back then, Yi’Er broke off the engagement with him, and looking at it now, it was indeed a wise decision."
"Luckily, we heeded the Second Elder’s advice at the time and didn’t change our decision when this boy showed his prodigious talent. Had we not annulled the engagement back then, the murderous intent of the Saints might have implicated our Ning family today."
Beside Ning Canghai, several Ning family leaders spoke up, eyes full of relief.
Though Ye Xiaofan’s talent now astounded everyone, faced with the inevitable doom set by the world’s giants, the strong members of the Ning family felt no regret, no sorrow for losing an unparalleled prodigious son-in-law, but rather much relief.
In their view, the young man today was already trapped, unable to escape this world.
As the Ning family secretly rejoiced, Mu Yan beside Ning Canghai slowly closed his eyes, sighed deeply, full of regret and reluctance.
Clearly, in Mu Yan’s eyes, that once so familiar figure was not likely to survive. He remembered when he was ordered to go to Star Moon City to recruit disciples, the young boy on the top of South Peak was escorted to the Divine Sword Sect by him and Ning Canghai.
And now, in less than seven short years, the figure they had little hope for had now reached unattainable heights for countless cultivators.
"It’s unfortunate that in the end, he still couldn’t escape his fate."
"Birth matters a lot. If this child had not been born in a mountain tribe but in a Sacred Race, how could it have been so difficult for him?"
After Mu Yan spoke, Ning Canghai couldn’t help but sigh. The young man they had the most hope for seven years ago was now about to be completely obliterated.
Meanwhile.
At the peak of Array Peak.
Countless elders of Array Peak watched anxiously at the supreme giants descending from the vast domain, gasping heavily, overwhelmed with urgency.
"Elder Yin, what do we do? What do we do? Are we really just going to watch him perish on South Peak without doing anything?"
"It’s not that we don’t want to do anything, but we are powerless. A battle of Saints, even if our entire Array Peak attacks, it would be like an egg striking a stone. We can only hope the heavens protect this child, that Dugu Nan and Qi Yun can really get him out of here."
Dozens of white-haired elders of Array Peak, along with a large number of Array Peak elders, stood on Array Peak, filled with anxious helplessness.
In recent years, Array Peak had gradually declined. Aside from the Grand Elder of yesteryear, there were no Saint Realm Array Masters left. Although Yin Tianzheng and several other white-haired elders were ’Great Powers of Transcendence,’ they were, in essence, just that.
Therefore, although everyone was anxious to help, they were helpless. Moreover, the decision-makers of the Divine Sword Sect had already issued a command that no one from the Divine Sword Sect, from top to bottom, was to intervene or attempt to rescue the Sword Saint or his successor, to avoid bringing disaster upon themselves.
After all, ultimately, what stood before them was also a Divine Sect. If the Divine Sword Sect took action, countless hostile forces might seize this opportunity to wipe out the Sect and divide its resources.
Yin Tianzheng’s eyes were filled with weighty resolve, seemingly caught in endless struggle, his emotions extremely conflicted. He wanted to intervene but could do nothing.
Evidently, to all cultivators in the Hundred Broken Mountain Range, Ye Xiaofan was already considered a dead man.
Not only did the cultivators of the Divine Sword Sect think this, but even the countless cultivators outside the Divine Hall of the Divine Sword Sect were greatly shocked, their expressions varied.
Especially Li Chiyao, Ouyang Qijue, and other rival sect cultivators, each cold to the extreme, some even had a faint, barely noticeable sneer at the corner of their mouths.
"After being afraid for so many years, it turns out to be just a false alarm."
"He will undoubtedly die today. The underclass will always remain the underclass. A mere grassroots cultivator from a mountain tribe wishing to compete with the sun and moon is utterly overestimating oneself."
"If I’m not mistaken, his initial goal in returning to the Hundred Broken Mountain Range was to rescue the Sword Saint from the hands of endless giants. It’s said he even brought something like the Blood Spirit Pearl and the Godslaying Sword Technique."
"What a colossal joke. A frog in a well, utterly ignorant of the existence of giants, dreaming of saving someone from the hands of endless giants and Saint realm experts, absolutely foolish. What gives him such groundless confidence?"
"Just sending himself to death pointlessly, doesn’t he realize his status? Does he think he’s some kind of ancient prodigy of the Sacred Race with the power of the Sacred Race backing him? How could he possibly believe he could leave alive?"
"He can’t possibly survive, but what a waste of that ancient-level talent. If he could live on, he would certainly cause a sensation throughout the Martial Soul Continent."