Upon hearing Bailang's words, Leohard's hand fell down in defeat. He knew that Bailang was right; he indeed couldn't control the violent aftermath of sacrificing all the powers of life and the Demon God. With Miss Sifuer and Miss Reina inside the building, if they were affected, he would truly have no way to redeem himself.

Seeing that Leohard had been persuaded, Bailang let out a long sigh. He also understood that he had lost today, completely lost. If he couldn't gain any advantage and lost a valuable asset, it would be too great a loss. With this in mind, he turned to look at the young man in the distance who appeared kind to others. Only now did he realize the immeasurable depth of this person's strength.

Unlike Pei Yan's sharp edge, this person was reserved and composed, yet neither humble nor haughty. After such a battle, there was no sign of fatigue visible on his face, indicating that the disheveled appearance he showed before had all been a facade!

Such a straightforward display was a clear message to him: he! Hadn't used his full strength and hadn't taken this sparring session seriously. Bailang believed that even if Leohard chose the Demon God's disintegration, he wouldn't be able to take down this opponent with him. If it came to that, their side would lose too disgracefully!

With a deep sigh, he looked up at the sword rain filling the sky and said in a heavy voice, "Mr. Ye, we admit defeat! Please retract the longsword!"

"Sorry, Mr. Bailang, my duel is with Leohard, not you! I need to hear him surrender personally before I can end this duel!" Although he said this, Ye Ruozai still waved his hand to express goodwill, restoring the sword array to its form of thirty-six longswords.

"Hmph!" Bailang snorted, suppressing the fire in his heart, and looked back at Leohard behind him.

"You win, I admit defeat!" This statement shattered all of Leohard's pride, and his injured body could no longer support itself as he collapsed.

"Acknowledged!" Ye Ruozai clasped his hands together and bowed deeply before retrieving the longsword. Seeing this, Xia Yu hastily approached, placing a hat on his head and straightening it before handing him a pair of gloves.

Just as Ye Ruozai, wearing gloves, was about to leave, he suddenly frowned, listening to the voice in his earpiece, he couldn't help but mutter, "Are you sure? Is it necessary?"

After hearing Pei Yan's reply, he looked at Xia Yu beside him; it was clear she had also heard Pei Yan's instructions and was staring at him with big, watery eyes. Ye Ruozai shook his head with a helpless smile and said, "Seems I have to play the role of the petty winner again, though this feeling isn't bad!"

Xia Yu laughed, her face blooming like a peach blossom, quietly following behind Ye Ruozai as he changed his previous humble demeanor. While putting on his left glove, he walked out and casually conversed with Xia Yu in a half-sarcastic tone: "You know, Xia! Although Mr. Leohard's strength is average, he's good at summarizing things. He was quite right; arrogance without capability comes at a cost. I think we should reassess our cooperation conditions with the Demon Race when we return. I don't think they can offer us any effective support."

Although Ye Ruozai deliberately spoke these words quietly, in the courtyard, which had just become silent after the battle, they were extraordinarily piercing. Originally angry and crestfallen due to Leohard's defeat, the crowd suddenly raised their heads and glared at the pair on the field in fury under the mockery of these words.

"Damn it! You have no idea what Lord Leohard has sacrificed for this!" Without Bailang by her side to restrain her anger, Hela, who had witnessed everything, charged forward with her longsword in hand.

"Hela, stop!" Bailang instantly understood the meaning behind these words; they were intentionally provoking their side to incite an incident. But by the time he spoke, it was too late, as Hela had already rushed to Ye Ruozai's front.

Without even sparing a glance at the thrusting longsword, Ye Ruozai removed the pocket watch from his chest and shouted, "Is ten minutes enough?"

"Five minutes is more than enough!" With Xia Yu's response, Hela, who was charging swiftly, suddenly felt a heavy pressure slam her down. Realizing the difficulty of the situation, she immediately entered a fog-like state. But before her fog-like body was fully formed, a massive repelling force emanated from Xia Yu's center, expelling the entire black mist along with the ground's soil.

Bang! The semi-fogged Hela crashed violently into the courtyard wall, destroying it. As she was about to regroup for a counterattack, that strange power surged again, dragging her body back with a forceful tug.

"Crystallize!" Unable to control her body as it flew rapidly toward Xia Yu, Hela angrily roared as her entire body became enveloped in dark purple crystals. More than that, the crystals covering her body formed countless spikes, making Hela resemble a porcupine as she charged straight at Xia Yu.

"Possess!" As these words left her lips, countless streams of iron surged from Xia Yu, covering her entirely. As an iron figure, she swung her fist directly at Hela's abdomen, murmuring, "As heavy as Mt. Tai!"

Bang! Huh! The iron fist, enhanced by weight, slammed into Hela's body, shattering the crystalline spikes into powder that dissipated in the air. Hela only felt as if she had been struck by a barreling beast, her joints shattering at the same time she spewed a mouthful of blood onto Xia Yu.

Xia Yu didn't relent; she grabbed Hela's wrist as she was sent flying by the punch, pulling her back and slamming her to the ground. Grabbing her wrist with a reverse grip, Xia Yu flipped her over and stomped on Hela's back. She seized her right wrist, straightened her arm, and twisted it back. Then, releasing a hand, she pointed to Hela's fallen longsword, which flew leisurely into her hand with a hum. She then lifted it high!

"Stop!" The battle was completed in the blink of an eye; Hela was subdued by Xia Yu within a few clashes, leaving Bailang no choice but to get up and intervene.

Yet at this moment, Ye Ruozai quietly stepped around Xia Yu and blocked his path, while behind him, Xia Yu's explosive shout echoed: "As heavy as Mt. Tai!" The longsword, enhanced by limitless gravity, struck down with a force like slamming Mount Tai, effortlessly severing Hela's right arm and creating a deep crater in the ground. The earth cracked and split, turning the entire courtyard upside down, with Xia Yu's foot as the epicenter.

Standing on the raised soil, Xia Yu threw Hela's severed arm into the distance and dragged her unconscious body by the hair to the gathered crowd, coldly declaring, "Anyone else daring to act recklessly, and I'll crush every bone in her body!"

"Was it necessary to escalate matters to such a level?" Watching his subordinate being tortured before him, Bailang was thoroughly enraged, shouting as the crowd of agitated Demon Race members mobilized. They quickly formed a battle circle to surround the pair, while outside, a steady stream of Demon Race guards swarmed in.

"It took less than three minutes, faster than I expected; you're really too weak!" Facing such a perilous situation, Ye Ruozai calmly closed the pocket watch and tucked it into his pocket, disdainfully stating.