Ash’s unexpected reversal left the angels dumbfounded. Even though there is a one-in-ten-thousand chance, they were determined to take Ash away because the consequences of killing him would be too grave. The Divine Lords would not only lose the simplest method of divine promotion, but more importantly, Dazzling Star would swiftly collect supreme shares faster than the four Divine Lords.

Once Dazzling Star monopolized enough supreme shares, the four Divine Lords would still be unable to ascend to Supreme of Magic, thus the risk of Ash dying is almost as great as the risk of him being taken by Dazzling Star.

Moreover, Ash isn’t unwilling to go with them; he just demands they show enough sincerity, thus negotiation is possible. Yet, regarding significant transactions involving the World Secret Domain, the angels are not qualified to make decisions—in the past millennia, the Divine Lords have never attempted to trade World Secret Domains! Who would foolishly sell such heavenly artifacts to others?

"You are in no position to negotiate with me; go back and consult your Divine Lords."

Ash waved forcefully, "But as a meeting gift, we’ll take this Ancient Battlefield. This World Secret Domain can be counted as one of the ten World Secret Domains; you just need to gather nine more."

"Impossible!" Ling Ting immediately said, "You—"

"Are you afraid I’ll ascend to Divine Lord? No worries, I won’t take it." Ash took Sonia’s hand, "But can she take it? She’s just an ordinary demigod, with a long way from becoming a Divine Lord."

"Sword Maiden, go receive the Ancient Battlefield!" Ash said loudly, "If you don’t yield a step, then we won’t step back either! Ling Ting, then take my corpse back to explain to the All-knowing Weaver!"

Watching the red-haired Sword Maiden actually go to receive the Ancient Battlefield, Ling Ting, who was always able to strategize decisively, hesitated for a moment—Ash had just touched upon her psychological baseline. If Ash asked for their World Secret Domain, absolutely no one would pay attention to him. But the problem is, Ash wants the Ancient Battlefield, with Najilfa and Vester both dead now, Ling Ting has no intention to help the Abyss Lord defend His World Secret Domain.

Just to stop Ash and them from seizing the Ancient Battlefield, would it lead to a battle, forcing Ash to a dead-end? If Ash truly died, how would she explain to the All-knowing Weaver?

Moreover, it’s not Ash taking it himself, but having his lover take it. Even if the Sword Maiden ascends to Divine Lord, would the Divine Lords fear her? Even better, the Sword Maiden ascending means stepping into Heaven, then it would be the home ground of the four Divine Lords.

Vishi and others looked at Ash in astonishment; no one dared to believe Ash in such a life-or-death situation could bluff the angels and even eloquently let them acquiesce in Sword Maiden seizing the Ancient Battlefield—any woman who had lived with Ash for a while would not believe he would be cowardly and yield to authority. Only facing girls could Ash soften into a lovable character; in other situations, he resembled a spring—press harder, his resolve to rebound intensifies, preferring death to defy might!

Just as Sonia was about to use Source Power to infiltrate the Ancient Battlefield, a pleasant and melodious voice suddenly echoed behind the Angel Ling Ting, "Ling Ting is not qualified to negotiate with you; do I have the qualifications now?"

Everyone looked in horror at the Sky Garden, even Ling Ting turned blankly, looking at the long-legged lady with pink-purple long hair in the garden pavilion. No one noticed when she appeared, as if she had been sitting inside from the beginning, sipping afternoon tea and enjoying desserts.

She slightly tilted her head and glanced at Ash from afar, Ash suddenly felt his entire soul being scrutinized to the core.

"Ah, you seem to be seeing this form of mine for the first time." She touched her face, "Actually, I still prefer the lively and cute image in the Kingdom of Allstars; it’s more in line with my personality."

"Stop being disgusting, All-Knowing."

No demigod present dared to say this, so the one who did, was a man emerging from a sea of blood and corpses. His skin was pale as snow, black hair cascading like a waterfall, eyes as dazzling as blood-red gems, a flowing wolf tail behind, sharp fangs, and menacing claws.

The Blood Sea actively upheld his distinctly jointed bare foot until his tall physique reached the shore.

Whether it’s the cold Blood Saint fireworks or the impulsive Moon Shadow Fall Leaves, upon seeing him for the first time, they flew down and knelt on one knee, tremblingly saying, "Ancestor, we... "

"The agreement never mentioned that we could actively implement descent, and with four World Secret Domains and eight angels, it should have been possible to complete the task."

Streamlining the contours, portraying the body with flying petals, embellishing colors with falling snow, moonlight draping the garment—a young man with orange hair and wearing glasses quietly appeared amidst the flows of Wind, Flower, Snow, Moon. He fell between Demon Hunter Angel and Resentful Angel, gesturing them not to salute, sighed, "But seeing all of you descend at once, I am not surprised at all."

"Shame."

Sonia turned her head and saw a distinctly jointed hand suddenly stretch out from a nearby mass grave. As Ash rushed over to hold her, a warrior covered in dirt-blood crawled out of the mass grave, his hair withered grey, skin like weathered rock, his face etched deep by years.

"I’ll go back and properly educate Vester and Najilfa." The elderly warrior said through gritted teeth, "Until they clear this shame, there will be no place for them in the Heroic Spirit Hall!"

"And you," the elderly warrior turned to look at Sonia, both she and Ash embracing her felt the piercing pain from his gaze, "You want to be the master of the Ancient Battlefield? You want to be the master of this battlefield gathered with brave warriors from past and present? Even if I let you, can you gain recognition from the Ancient Battlefield?!"

"Of course they can become the masters of the Ancient Battlefield," the pink-purple long-haired lady smiled, "As long as Ash is willing to cooperate with us, what difference does it make if we help the little lady to wield the Ancient Battlefield? Do you feel reluctant?"

"Then, come and talk, Ash Heath."

At this moment, the angels lowered their gaze, no longer speaking, leaving only four pairs of eyes staring at Ash.

"Angels can’t decide, but we can." She smiled, "Negotiating with us at once, you are indeed the first of all times."

All-knowing Weaver.

Extreme Master of Blood Moon.

Imaginary Music Master.

Lord of Infinite Abyss.

Facing four Divine Lords at once, the pressure akin to an abyss, Ash involuntarily swayed slightly. But he quickly stabilized his mind, turning to look at the girls beside him. Sword Maiden was expressionless, Witch’s hair disordered, Silver Lamp pursing her lips, Vishi turning her head avoiding eye contact, Dedarose’s face cold, Felix’s body trembling but hands firmly gripping his supreme tail feather...

Ash lifted his head, bravely meeting the gaze of the All-knowing Weaver.

Then, the two swords crossed, their blades clashing with a crisp sound of contention.