A brief silence permeated the entire cultivation room, rendering the four legendary top-tier powerful beings speechless and wordless.
Liel frowned but said nothing.
Gray glanced at Hart thoughtfully.
Hart, on the other hand, was all smiles as he gazed at Shane, as if he hadn't been the one to speak just moments ago.
As for Shane, his face was expressionless.
(Good grief, it's the same old petty jealousy again.)
Shane couldn't help but not get angry, he even felt like sighing to the heavens.
Women are troublesome beings; the more beautiful they are, the more trouble they attract.
Shane had realized this truth right from the start when he arrived in this world, to the point where he had once wished to stay far away from Vivian's Team and even Luoqi.
Now, having been treated this way by the world's most beautiful woman of the Three Realms, it would be false to suggest that it wouldn't bring some unwanted troubles.
"This is really too troublesome, could you excuse me from participating?" Shane said this in front of everyone, his face filled with annoyance.
"What's the matter?" Hart suddenly smiled meaningfully, "Could it be..."
He couldn't finish his sentence.
Because Shane beat him to it.
"You aren't implying that I'm scared, are you?"
Shane interrupted Hart and suddenly laughed.
A laugh devoid of any emotion.
"Although this is a very low-level provocation, I would indeed prefer not to fall for it," Shane said casually, "But I'm known to have a bad temper, and if it really comes to that, I might not be able to hold back, you know?"
As he spoke these words, Shane's hand tightened around his sword, and Magic Power surged into it like a torrent.
At that moment, Shane activated the sealed power of the Holy Sword using the ability of "Outer Destiny."
Holy waves burst forth immediately from the sealed Holy Sword, adorned with some dazzling brilliance, coursing through the body of the sword.
Hart's face shifted slightly, a strong sense of unprecedented crisis exploding within him.
No, it wasn't just Hart, even Liel beside him felt a tightness in her heart, as if the dazzling brilliance in front of her eyes wasn't the Holy Light Sword, but the most terrifying poison in the world, causing her involuntarily to take a step back.
As members of the Demon Clan, both Hart and Liel were intimidated by the slight power emanating from the Holy Sword in that instant.
That was power known to be the nemesis of the Demon Clan.
In the face of such power, even the strongest in the Demon Clan could not ignore it.
Even Gray's gaze sharpened as he looked deeply at the Holy Sword in Shane's hands.
But by then, Shane had already withdrawn the Magic Power, allowing the Holy Sword to return to calm.
"Perhaps we shouldn't test it, hmm?" Shane looked at Hart again, his tone mockingly gentle, "What do you say, Clan Leader Hart?"
Hart opened his mouth, but couldn't bring himself to say anything.
Evidently, Hart had become wary.
That divine power had truly made him feel as if he were facing a great adversary, a terror as though his very soul might be annihilated.
(Is that the Hero's Holy Sword?)
Hart's gaze towards Shane had shifted from its prior casualness.
Although he was the clan leader of the Bi'an Clan, a legendary powerful being of Level 97, in terms of seniority, he actually wasn't very high.
In the Demon Clan, Hart was renowned as a rather famous late bloomer.
The other Demon Clan Officers who had reached legendary levels were mostly those who had participated in the ultimate battle of the God, Human, Demon three clans a thousand years ago.
They had lived long lives, accumulating experience over a great duration to finally reach the legendary level, thus they knew well the terror of the Hero and the Holy Sword.
Although he had also been alive for several centuries, he had never participated in that final battle a thousand years ago, never faced a Hero, and certainly never witnessed the power of the Holy Sword.
Within the Demon Clan, Hart was a well-known prodigy, becoming a legendary-level powerful being in just a few centuries, and for a time, he was even celebrated as the first genius of the Demon Clan.
That's why Hart could be so carefree and unrestrained, disregarding the objections from his clan in his youth, wandering around recklessly, acting as if he didn't care about anyone in the world.
It was not until he went to the Human Realm and met Gray that Hart realized there were heights beyond what he knew, and he wasn't the most favored.
Thus, Hart and Gray became friends through fights, traveled together from the south to the north, and then Hart finally settled down, returned to the Demon Realm, took up the position of clan leader, and led the Bi'an Clan to rapid development within the Enchanting Demon Territory, quickly becoming the second most powerful group there.
Such a Hart wasn't as wary of the Hero as other members of the Demon Clan.
Not to mention, with Shane being so young, even though he had become a legendary powerful being and held the legendary Holy Sword, how strong could he possibly be?
With this preconceived notion, Hart couldn't help but taunt him.
Who would have thought that that single remark would lead Hart to realize just how terrifying the legendary Hero could be?
That divine power had imprinted itself in Hart's heart, making it unforgettable.
As for Gray, his eyes slightly revealed a trace of envy.
(If only I had been recognized by the Holy Sword back then...)
Gray couldn't help but think this, but soon shook his head, dismissing this impractical thought.
What one couldn't obtain simply wasn't meant to be, and Gray wasn't the type to dwell on such matters.
The Mitra Royal Family had seen countless brilliant individuals over a thousand years, many of whom were more outstanding and excellent than himself, yet they had not been recognized by the Holy Sword, so it was normal that he hadn't succeeded either.
Beside, if by some chance he had succeeded and become the successor of the Holy Sword, it would have been quite troublesome.
After all, it was clear that the Mitra Royal Family would not allow a descendant who had inherited the Holy Sword to run off and join the Demon Clan, nor would the Demon Clan accept such a threat.
Thinking this way, he should be glad rather than regretful.
(It seems Anxi got lucky with a good daughter...)
With this thought, Gray's gaze towards Shane softened somewhat.
Shane had no idea that in this brief moment, the two uninvited visitors before him had undergone a whirlwind of emotions within their hearts.
He simply looked at the wariness in Hart's eyes, satisfied to see him fall silent, and sheathed his sword with contentment.
Then, Shane said this,
"By the way, I have no interest whatsoever in this Enchanting Demon Lord of yours, you can rest easy," Shane said with his hands spread, "If possible, I would prefer to stay as far away from her as possible."
Upon hearing this, the faces of the three people present, other than Shane, all changed.
"Are you still going on with this ridiculous, outrageous lie?"
Liel looked at Shane with disdain.
"Lord Beizut really knows how to joke."
Hart's expression changed from wariness to a smirk.
Even Gray chuckled and shook his head.
"We already know your strength; you don't need to brush us off ," Gray said, "Anyone who has seen the Enchanting Demon Lord would fall for her peerless beauty, it's perfectly normal. In the future, you might as well stop telling lies that no one will believe."
The three legendary top-tier powerhouses expressed their opinions as if it were the most natural thing, causing Shane's expression to stiffen, and he was completely dumbfounded.
My truth isn't believed?
Do you guys seriously think I'm boot-licking?
I hope you never achieve House!
As Shane was cursing in his heart, suddenly, laughter rang in everyone's ears.
"Isn't it clear now that you are a righteous gentleman, my dear Lord Hero?"
When this charming and seductive laughter echoed, causing a huge reaction in Liel, Gray, and Hart,
Disdain vanished from Liel's face, replaced by a starstruck glee.
Hart's frivolity changed into fervor.
"Enchanting Demon Lord..."
Even Gray was thrilled, as if he had just seen the lover of his dreams.
Only Shane's expression turned drastically, as if he had seen a terrifying devil, and he turned to run without hesitation.
Unfortunately, the next second, a figure that seemed to condense the essence of heaven and earth and appeared as if the spirits had painstakingly crafted this most exquisite piece of art, suddenly barred Shane's way.
"You are the first man to ever turn and run upon seeing me."
The one who blocked Shane's path spoke irritably.
Shane hurriedly hit the brakes, jolting backward as if electrocuted, putting some distance between him and the figure.
But the figure moved like a ghost, instantly appearing in front of Shane.
In a clear sound, one of Shane's hands was seized.
"Let's see where you can run now,"
Chafne said cheerfully.
Shane's mouth twitched as he felt an indescribably pleasant sensation from the captured hand, making him not want to let go.
Yet, the more this happened, the more Shane was frightened, wishing to run far away.
"What... what are you planning to do now?"
Fear was evident in Shane's voice.
"Hehe," Chafne laughed melodiously, adding in a coquettish tone, "Guess?"
Shane almost spat in her face.
No, wait, isn't her sister my wife...?
"Come on, follow me."
Chafne ignored Shane's distraught face, grabbing his hand without regard for proprieties and pulling him along.
Seeing this, both Gray and Hart were shocked, and Liel's face filled with jealousy as she wanted to rush forward.
But before Liel could do so, Chafne casually threw out a remark.
With those words, Liel halted in her tracks.
Chafne then left the place with Shane, who wore a reluctant face.
Only Liel, Hart, and Gray remained, falling silent.
"…Just like the rumors said, Lady Chafne seems very fond of him."
Hart murmured, a hint of envy in his tone.
Gray remained completely silent, unintentionally clenching his hand.
Chafne had completely ignored him throughout.
This caused an unknowable tumult in Gray's normally calm heart.
Meanwhile, Liel made up her mind.
"I'm going to take him down with me!"
One could only imagine that Shane must brace himself for at least a thousand forthcoming challenges.