"All three Chief Arbitrators came just for him?"
Seth's lips quivered, and every trace of color drained from his face.
The Chief Arbitrators formed the second tier of authority within the Arbitration Office, ranking right beneath the Sixteen Supreme Arbiters. For three of them to appear together—this was a force capable of obliterating a thousand-strong unit from Agylae.
Even the Dragon Emperor of Astria, before he ever reached his peak, had once been hunted by six Chief Arbitrators and driven into miserable retreat like a fleeing stray.
And now three were here. How can Leander possibly withstand this?
The trio descended. Leander slipped one hand into his pocket and lifted his chin slightly, calm as deep, unmoving water.
He had endured worse. Once, the Flame Witch, Evelyn, had led six Arbitrators to encircle him and attempt to finish him off. Compared to that, today's lineup was even more intimidating.
"The Arbitration Office has tried to kill me again and again, yet I'm still here.
"And you three think you'll succeed?"
His tone was flat, with a faint glimmer of amusement flickering in his eyes.
From the moment he stepped onto the Aorinth Peaks, he had already sensed three terrifying presences lurking within the eastern forests. Since they didn't act, he hadn't bothered, either.
He just didn't expect them to walk right up to him.
"Jeff, you really don't understand how the Arbitration Office works."
Reefus, standing in front, let out a cold sneer.
"The Supreme Arbiters once intended to draw you into our ranks. They wanted to mold you into the next Supreme Arbiter. That's the only reason we held back. That's why you're still alive.
"But now, the Sixteen Supreme Arbiters are done waiting.
"Today is the day you fall."
As his voice faded, a cyclone burst out of him. Violent force slammed downward, cracking the ground open. The other two Chief Arbitrators narrowed their eyes, their palms tightening—stone walls around them exploded into rubble.
Three Chief Arbitrators unleashed their power at once, killing intent surging like a rising storm.
"Jeff, you're impressive—I won't deny that. In a one-on-one fight, I wouldn't be your opponent. But you've made far too many enemies."
Halia bared her teeth in a cold grin, mockery curling her lips.
She'd clashed with Leander once and experienced that terrifying, bottomless strength firsthand. She knew she couldn't face him alone. Even at full strength, she wouldn't bet on winning.
But with three Chief Arbitrators here, it felt like heaven itself was stepping in.
If they managed to kill Leander, she would finally have the chance to claim a large share of the relic hidden within the Aorinth Peaks.
The crowd fell instantly silent. Not a soul dared to breathe loudly. Once the three Chief Arbitrators appeared, no one else mattered anymore. All they could do was stare at Leander in stunned disbelief.
A battle of this level was far beyond anything they could meddle in.
"Is that so?"
Leander's smile was faint, battle spirit slowly igniting behind his eyes.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
He opened his hands slightly, a wicked smirk tugging at his mouth.
"Jeff, you've slaughtered our elites and even defeated the Son of Judgment. Today, I'll witness that fabled martial path of yours myself."
The man beside Reefus—his golden hair whipping in the wind, eyes gleaming—stepped into the air. With a single stride, he crossed more than a hundred feet. Radiance burst from his palm, condensing into a spear of pure light.
This man was Jeframon Draxton. Once a servant of the Westeria church, he later awakened the power of light—the ability to forge spears of gathered radiance. In the Westeria martial world, they called him the "Saintblade Spear."
He gripped the luminous weapon as if it were a long spear, then hurled it straight from the sky.
A sharp hiss slashed through the air.
The spear streaked across the heavens with a deafening roar, a torrent of holy light tearing downward toward Leander.
Even before it reached its target, the violent gale it stirred crushed downward. Several nearby Transcendent Realm martial masters stumbled back uncontrollably under the pressure.
Clang!
That power is overwhelming!

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