At the end of the trip to Fusang, Mu Yu returned like a broken doll, his body seriously injured and his life was in danger. The face that had once been radiant was now full of pain and exhaustion, and his eyes were distracted and his skin was pale, like that of a dead man. His body leaned limply against the door of the Ryugumi conference room, as if silently telling of the tribulations he had endured.

The members of the dragon group looked at Mu Yu, their eyes full of worry and pity. They knew what the price Mu Yu had paid in order to obtain the power of the gods. And now, his physical condition has obviously reached the limit, and he may collapse at any time.

There was silence in the conference room, except for Mu Yu's heavy gasps echoing. The divine power in his body has been exposed, and that power is surging violently in Mu Yu's body, like an uncontrollable beast, threatening his life at all times.

The members of the dragon group exchanged glances with each other, and they knew that now was the time to decide the fate of Mu Yu. Someone suggested that in order to save Mu Yu's life, he must take out the divine power in his body and give it to other candidates. The proposal sparked a heated debate in the conference room.

There was support for that proposal as the only solution. They firmly believe that only by taking out the power of the divine transmission can they save Mu Yu's life. Others oppose this proposal, arguing that the power of divine transmission was obtained by Mu Yu at a great cost and should not be given up easily.

When Bai Yexing heard that someone was trying to seize the power of the divine transmission in Mu Yu's body, his heart was immediately seized by a strong sense of urgency. It was an impulse to protect what was dear to oneself, a determination not to allow anyone to infringe upon it.

His eyes became as sharp as an eagle, revealing a cold light. His hand held the sword tightly, and the dragon pattern on the hilt stood out in the moonlight. It was his weapon, and it was his symbol, as heavy as the mission and responsibility he carried.

He stood up, every step firm and forceful, as if he were taking an oath. His figure stood tall in the moonlight, as unwavering as a mountain. He glanced at Mu Yu deeply, and that glance was full of determination, as if to say: "Whoever wants to hurt you, they must first cross my level." ”

His blade glittered coldly in the moonlight, a mirror image of his resolve and a symbol of his strength. He gripped the hilt of his sword as if silently speaking of his determination and strength. He is no longer a simple guardian, but a warrior ready to fight, ready to fight to protect all that he holds dear.

Bai Yexing's back looked more and more determined in the moonlight, and he was like a huge barrier, blocking Mu Yu's front, guarding her safety with his sword and his determination. It's a guardian force and a sign of determination. He knows that he is ready, ready to face any challenge, any danger.

Bai Yexing stood up suddenly, his eyes as deep as night, shining with a compelling light. His body was like the wind, and in an instant, a gust of wind was set off in the field, and his momentum was like a rainbow. His hand slammed into the tabletop, knocking it over, and in an instant, the table shattered into countless pieces and splashed in the air.

The elder of the dragon group also stood up at this moment, his eyes revealing a fierce majesty, and the aura of the Sealed Territory emanating from his body was as thick as a mountain. The sword in his hand was like a meteor in the night sky, drawing a brilliant light.

Bai Yexing also pulled out his sword, and the sword light was like autumn water, and sparks flew in the air. His sword momentum was like thunder breaking through the air, sword after sword, sword light in all directions, forcing the elder.

And the elder did not show weakness, his swordsmanship was like a dragon and a phoenix, and he was like a dragon and a phoenix when he wielded it. His sword momentum is like a mountain and flowing water, majestic and long. He swung this sword with incomparably deep internal force, colliding with the sword light of Bai Yexing in the air.

The entire restaurant instantly became a mess, and the sword light flickered, like lightning piercing the dark night sky. The battle is extremely fierce and dizzying. The duel between the White Night Walking and the Elders has become the core of this world, attracting all eyes.

Their swordsmanship collides with each other, and each collision seems to tell a story. Their internal forces stirred in the air, forming invisible shock waves. The entire restaurant trembled in the aftermath of this big war and seemed to be on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

However, no matter how fierce the battle was, White Nightwalk remained calm. There was not the slightest fear in his eyes, only firmness and determination. He wielded his sword, fending off the Elder's attacks again and again, then striking back with an even more ferocity of attack.

Their battle has gone beyond a simple contest of swordsmanship and internal strength, and is more like a contest of will and perseverance. Every attack and defense is filled with determination and conviction, as if they want to prove something in this duel.

Suddenly, Bai Yexing let out an angry roar, and his sword light instantly became brighter. He rushed at the elder with a speed unmatched, the tip of his sword pointed straight at the other's chest. The elder also showed his determination and courage at this moment, and he swung his sword forward, blocking the attack of the White Night Walker.

However, at this moment, the sword of the White Night Walk had already broken through the Elder is defensive line. The sword light flickered, illuminating the entire restaurant. At the last moment, the elder used all his internal strength to try to resist the blow. However, it was already too late.

As the tip of the sword passed through the elder's body, the entire dining room fell silent. The Elder's eyes were full of surprise and unwillingness, and he didn't seem to believe that he would be defeated at the hands of Bai Yexing. However, the reality is harsh. He slowly fell, under the sword of the man he had once despised.

Ruan Tianxiao, the man who has always remained calm, calm and decisive, is sitting in the main seat of the council hall at the moment. His eyes shone with a sharp light, an insight into the future, a determination to take on challenges.

His hands, seemingly ordinary, are actually full of power. That's a power that can turn things around and change your fate. At this moment, the hands slapped heavily on the desk, shaking the entire hall. The sound exploded like spring thunder, echoing in everyone's ears, making the hall permeate with an atmosphere of solemnity.

Ruan Tianxiao's voice echoed in the silent hall: "I tell you, Mu Yu's divine power will not be taken away. Anyone who tries to violate the power of others will be stopped by me. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, sweeping over everyone present. It was an unyielding determination, a firm conviction.

His figure appeared even taller in the light, and the majestic momentum seemed to take the pressure of the entire hall on the shoulder. His words are like oaths, so loud that people can't ignore them. He announced to the world with his actions that he Ruan Tianxiao would not let anyone take away the power of Mu Yu's divine transmission.