Battle Angel Michael was intimidating the entire Great River Sword Sect!
The leader had been defeated and was seriously injured, lying on the ground, unable to fight again. Thousands of disciples were filled with righteous indignation, yet there was nothing they could do!
Radiant Sky could even sense that the pressure from the two pairs of eyes fixed on him had become restless.
It seemed that the hidden power of the Great River Sword Sect was about to make a move!
But could they defeat Battle Angel Michael?
After all, even their leader had been defeated!
"Who exactly are you people?" The leader of the Great River Sword Sect coughed up blood, his eyes filled with resentment and fury.
"Debt collectors. I know your founding patriarch isn't dead. Let him come out. This debt was incurred by him. If he doesn't come out, then today, not a single person in the Great River Sword Sect will survive," Battle Angel Michael said coldly.
The leader of the Great River Sword Sect glared at Battle Angel Michael, both shocked and furious. "Do you think that just the two of you can massacre my Great River Sword Sect?"
"I think so. As the facts have shown, you've already been defeated. Even if all the hidden power of the Great River Sword Sect comes out, I have no fear. I'll give you one minute. After one minute, I'll start a killing spree," Battle Angel Michael's attitude remained cold.
"You... You're going too far!!" The leader of the Great River Sword Sect was so enraged that he spat out another mouthful of blood.
Battle Angel Michael said haughtily, "It's not that I'm going too far. It's that you owe debts and won't pay them back. It's been ten thousand years. If we hadn't come to collect, your founding patriarch would probably have defaulted on the debt."
"You keep saying that our founding patriarch owes debts and won't pay them back. What exactly is this debt? Explain it clearly!" The leader of the Great River Sword Sect shouted angrily, feeling extremely aggrieved.
Battle Angel Michael sneered coldly. "Ten thousand years ago, the founding patriarch of the Great River Sword Sect borrowed a secret manual, the Great River Sword Qi, from my master."
"Absurd!" The leader of the Great River Sword Sect immediately rebuked.
"Ridiculous!" An elder who had been hiding in the shadows couldn't help but jump out. He also had the combat power of a Saint Lord.
"It's an absolute joke. The Great River Sword Qi was obtained by our founding patriarch from a secret realm. How dare you say it was given by your master? What a joke, a huge joke!" An old man with white hair walked out. His eyes were cold. He was thin but had a straight back, like an ancient and stubborn long sword, exuding endless fighting spirit.
The two hidden Saint Lord level elders of the Great River Sword Sect had both appeared and were angrily rebuking Battle Angel Michael.
Not only them, but all the disciples of the Great River Sword Sect were glaring at Battle Angel Michael, regarding his words as the greatest provocation.
Battle Angel Michael remained unmoved. He and Radiant Sky advanced and retreated together. Facing the combat power of three Saint Lords, they were not much inferior.
Especially Battle Angel Michael, who was even more lofty and had a powerful aura. Facing three people, he had no fear at all and still sneered. "Since you don't believe my words, then let your founding patriarch come out and refute me. I have the contract signed by your founding patriarch right here."
The thin old man took a step forward and shouted coldly, "Our founding patriarch has been in seclusion for a thousand years, attempting to break through. How could he break out of seclusion today just because of your one-sided story?"
"Today, if your founding patriarch comes out, that's fine. If he doesn't, then there's no need for the Great River Sword Sect to exist anymore!" Battle Angel Michael didn't give an inch, his eyes cold as he looked around. With the World-Destroying Battle Halberd in his hand, he was in high spirits.
"Presumptuous!" The thin old man took a step forward. Despite his advanced age, his sword qi was extremely thick and pure. Among those with the combat power of a Saint Lord, he was at the peak level.
Clang!
A sword light that shone brightly in the sky pointed at Battle Angel Michael. As long as Michael made any move, he would face a powerful blow.
"My Great River Sword Sect will not tolerate your humiliation!" The old man's expression was stern.
Radiant Sky, who had been watching silently all this time, stepped forward and said, "Everyone, don't force us to bring out the immortal weapon to suppress you."
"Immortal weapon?" The leader of the Great River Sword Sect frowned, unable to help being surprised in his heart. The other side actually had an immortal weapon.
"What's so special about an immortal weapon? Our Great River Sword Sect also has one. There's nothing to be afraid of," the old man remained tough.
Battle Angel Michael frowned. This old man was a troublemaker. He was at the peak level among those with the combat power of a Saint Lord. Battle Angel Michael had just fused and could barely hold his own against him. What about Radiant Sky?
Radiant Sky couldn't fight two opponents alone, let alone deal with the entire Great River Sword Sect.
Did they really have to ask the master to send the immortal weapon, the Emperor's Pen?
Battle Angel Michael was very reluctant to do this because doing so would mean that he had failed in the first task for his master.
In the end, it would still be up to the master to clean up the mess.
The situation was suddenly at a standstill!
...
Inside the Heaven and Earth Bank, Aiden was closing his eyes, studying his talent to achieve a hundred percent proficiency.
Suddenly, Aiden opened his eyes and saw the difficult situation that Battle Angel Michael was in.
Frowning, Aiden muttered to himself, "My subordinates are still too weak. Just two people with the combat power of a Saint Lord can't even intimidate a sect in the Great Departure Land. Moreover, there are so many debts that need to be dealt with!"
He was now eager to expand his subordinates.
"However, the most urgent task is to solve the current situation first," Aiden waved his wrist, and the Emperor's Pen appeared out of thin air, only the size of a palm, and Aiden held it in his hand.
"Seraphina, inject ten thousand divine sources!" Aiden said calmly.
"Okay, master!" Seraphina nodded.
Aiden held the Emperor's Pen and then threw it into the void. Immediately, the Emperor's Pen disappeared from sight.
...
At the Great River Sword Sect!
The situation was deadlocked. The leader of the Great River Sword Sect also stood up, suppressing his injuries. Although he wasn't in peak condition, he could still contribute some strength.
Three against two!
The most crucial factor was this stubborn old man. His cultivation level was too high.
Battle Angel Michael couldn't do anything about him.
Similarly, the other side couldn't do anything about Battle Angel Michael either, because Battle Angel Michael had already demonstrated his power earlier and had defeated the leader of the Great River Sword Sect cleanly.
Just when the situation was at a standstill, a black hole appeared in the sky, attracting everyone's attention.
"What is this thing?" The people of the Great River Sword Sect all frowned as they looked at it.
Even the thin old man had a solemn expression.
It could be certain that this wasn't something created by the Great River Sword Sect.
Was it the helper of the other side?
Boom!
In an instant, the Emperor's Pen flew out of the black hole and smashed directly onto the mountain gate of the Great River Sword Sect.
Boom!
Dozens of mountains near the mountain gate and an area stretching hundreds of miles were completely reduced to ruins. There was no possibility for any life to survive.
A huge pen that was crystal clear and shining with light appeared in everyone's sight.
Battle Angel Michael felt ashamed. Seeing the appearance of the Emperor's Pen, he knew that the master had already been aware of the situation here and knew that they couldn't subdue the Great River Sword Sect. That's why the Emperor's Pen was sent to support them.
"I failed the first time. I will never allow myself to fail the second time!" Battle Angel Michael's eyes were firm. He stretched out his hand, grasped the Emperor's Pen, and wrote a word.
Death!