Long Chen had the habit of using the Soul-Devouring Demon Pupil often. While he was practicing the Willow Catkin Wind Steps in his room, he happened to see Lei Zhen walking past his room with a bleak expression.
The life and death of a race was now in his hands. This kind of pressure was indeed very great. Although Lei Zhen looked strong on the surface, he was actually a little painful and confused.
In the bet ten days later, the War people had to win two rounds. One of the key was Lei Zhen. If they didn't win the two rounds, the Wushu Alliance thought that the War people would surrender. After all, the Wushu Alliance wanted to subdue the War people without any effort. But in fact, for the War people, it was the beginning of a real battle of life and death.
If they lost the bet, they could only rely on their lives.
They were putting their lives on the line, relying purely on their hot-bloodedness. Lei Zhen knew that the War Race, which did not have a peak martial artist, would definitely lose this time. There was basically no chance of survival.
As early as when the Wushu Alliance rose rapidly during the Wushu Sage era, everyone had already expected such a day.
The War people had been passed down for countless years since ancient times. They were different from the Huangfu family of the Ancient Demon Region. They had the unyielding spirit of their race. This was something the Ancient Demon Region and the Huangfu family could not compare with. In a real battle, whether it was the Huangfu family or the Ancient Demon Region, they were no match for the War people.
On the path of martial arts, force was naturally important. But spirit, will, and even faith were equally important. The unyielding spirit of the War people was the faith of their race.
Therefore, at this time, Lei Zhen was carrying too much on his shoulders.
Long Chen opened the door and walked out with Xiao Lang. Mo Xiaolang had always been a man of few words, so he didn't say anything.
Seeing that it was Long Chen, Lei Zhen squeezed out a smile and said, "Seventh brother, why did you come out?"
Long Chen came to his side and looked at Lei Zhen for a while. He said, "I see that Fourth brother has a lot on his mind. Let's walk and talk."
Lei Zhen was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Well, okay …"
The two of them headed out of the forest.
"Seventh brother, in truth, there is no need for all of you to get involved in these muddy waters for me. It seems that the War Clan's calamity cannot be avoided no matter what. I don't want to implicate them to death. I have already advised second brother and third brother to leave, but unfortunately, they didn't listen to me. Now, even you have come. Seventh brother, you are still young. Don't throw your future onto a useless fourth brother like me …"
As he spoke, Lei Zhen's face revealed a helpless and bitter smile.
Long Chen's heart sank.
What was a brother?
Sharing life and death, this was what the other Dragons could do, and so could Long Chen. When Long Chen was in the Ancient Demon Area, it was they who saved him. Without their protection, how could Long Chen get the Red Emperor Seal and the Five-colored Key? He didn't even need to think about the Earth Martial Arts Realm. These were all brotherly bonds.
Now that his brother was in trouble, how could he not help?
Looking at Lei Zhen's bleak expression, Long Chen suddenly felt anger towards the Wushu Alliance. He patted Lei Zhen's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Fourth Brother, don't try to persuade me. I can't leave. You have a blood feud with the Wushu Alliance, so I also have a blood feud with the Wushu Alliance. If the Wushu Alliance dares to attack the War people, I, Long Chen, will do my best to kill as many as I can."
Long Chen's resolute expression moved Lei Zhen. He knew that his Seventh Brother was stubborn and it was even more impossible for him to persuade him to leave.
"Okay, when the time comes, just promise me that you will protect your own life first," Lei Zhen shook his head and said helplessly.
In just a few days, the originally sturdy and somewhat valiant Lei Zhen seemed to have aged a few years.
Along the way, many other sturdy men from the War people greeted Lei Zhen. The etiquette of the War people was quite simple and powerful. The eyes of those men when they looked at Lei Zhen were filled with reverence.
It was already night time. The old, weak, women, and children among the War people were almost asleep. Only the men in strong attire were still patrolling the tribe. This was a time of life and death for the War people, so no one dared to be negligent.
Just as Long Chen wanted to say something else, the dense forest in front of them suddenly opened up. In front of them was a rugged small mountain in the dense forest. The mountain was not very tall and the mountain rocks were messy. Long Chen and Lei Zhen quickly reached the top. Then, they looked down at the dense forest that was shrouded in white fog. The corners of Lei Zhen's eyes became slightly moist. He opened his arms and his voice carried a strong sense of sorrow.
"This piece of land, we, the War people, have lived here for a total of five thousand three hundred years. But in ten days, it will be engulfed by the flames of war and destroyed by my hands. Ancestors, I, Lei Zhen, am the eternal sinner of the War people."
With a thud, he knelt on the ground and his forehead heavily hit the mountain rocks. With a pa, the mountain rocks shattered and a bloodstain appeared on Lei Zhen's forehead.
"Fourth Brother, don't be like this. Who will win and who will lose is still uncertain."
Long Chen felt a little suffocated. He hurriedly pulled on Lei Zhen, but Lei Zhen gently pushed him away.
"If the War people perish, Lei Zhen will definitely not dare to live. As the leader of the War people, I must rush to the front. With my blood, I will make the Wushu Alliance bleed. The War people do not surrender. They only fight to the death. Those who are stronger than us can only step over our corpses, but they will never reach our souls."
With another bang, Lei Zhen's forehead heavily knocked against the ground. After three consecutive kowtows, his forehead was already a bit badly mangled.
Of course, with Lei Zhen's recovery ability, he would recover very soon.
Next, Lei Zhen looked towards the east with a mournful expression. At this time, the night was deep and the sky was dotted with stars. Lei Zhen put his palms together and closed his eyes. He was singing a ballad. This was clearly a ballad of the War people. He was probably using the ancient language of the War people. Long Chen did not understand what he was singing. However, from this ballad, he could hear the unflinching fear of death, the unyielding will to die, and also the stirring and tragic killing.
As he looked at this man, Long Chen gradually clenched his fists. Although their brotherhood was certainly not as deep as Xiao Lang's, Long Chen felt that right now, for the man in front of him, even if he had to sacrifice his life, he would have no regrets.
Of course, the prerequisite was to save the entire War people.
Unyielding, the spirit of the War people, was the same as Long Chen's spirit. It was also what Long Chen had always been pursuing. Along the way, he had never surrendered. If he had surrendered, in the face of the incomparably huge pressure from Lingxi's family, would he still be walking on this path today?
After a long time, Lei Zhen stood up. He smiled at Long Chen with some embarrassment and said, "Seventh Brother, I have made a fool of myself."
"Fourth Brother is a real man. I admire you from the bottom of my heart," Long Chen said seriously.
Lei Zhen nodded and said, "Let's go. I have already vented, so it is time to go back. The huge War people still need me to take charge of the overall situation."
After saying that, Long Chen and Lei Zhen were about to leave. At that moment, a gloomy voice rang out not far behind the two of them. Long Chen and Lei Zhen suddenly felt their hair stand on end as they hurriedly turned around. Xiao Lang had not said much. At this moment, two flames gradually appeared in his eyes. These black flames were the Ninth Underworld Demonic Ancestral Flames.
Following the laughter, Long Chen looked at the person who had come.
It was a young man wearing a loose, golden robe. His long hair was draped over his back. What was strange was that not only was his long hair long, but even his eyes were also pure gold. His entire body was shining with a golden radiance. Such a special person was clearly not an ordinary person.
This young man's appearance was not outstanding. However, his golden eyes and long hair were flickering, making it hard for people to look away from him.
He smiled as he looked at Long Chen and Lei Zhen, as if he was looking at his prey.
This was the first time that Long Chen had seen such a person. Long golden hair and eyes. When Long Chen transformed into the Dragon Soul, his eyes were only blood-red. This kind of appearance without any transformation was definitely due to a special bloodline.
After seeing this young man, Lei Zhen's expression changed. He took a few steps back and placed Long Chen in front of him. He said coldly, "Zhao Danchen, you have recovered from your injuries."
Long Chen was shocked. No wonder he felt that this young man was very strong. It turned out that this was one of the two great geniuses of the Wushu Sage Dynasty, Zhao Danchen.
Zhao Danchen was about twenty years old. He was one of the three Martial Emperors of the Wushu Alliance and had reached the third level of the Earth Martial Realm. His strength was absolutely formidable. In fact, Zhao Danchen's surname was not Zhao. He had been trained by the Wushu Alliance and stood out. Because of his outstanding performance, when he had reached the third level of the Earth Martial Realm and become a Martial Emperor of the Wushu Alliance, he had been adopted by Martial Emperor Zhao Wuji and given the surname Zhao.
To be able to reach Long Yue's level at such a young age, Zhao Danchen was definitely not a simple person. Huangfu Fengchen, Long Yue, the other Martial Emperors, Demon Emperor Jiang Wuxie and the others, when they had reached the third level of the Earth Martial Realm, they had all been in their thirties. If Zhao Danchen continued to develop like this, it wouldn't be difficult for him to reach the fourth or fifth level of the Earth Martial Realm.
It was said that he had been injured during the battle with the Battle Emperor. Who would have thought that in just a few days, his injuries would be healed?
When Long Chen faced this young man, he realized how terrifying this young man was. His golden eyes were filled with an oppressive power. Long Chen only glanced at him, but he felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him.
Ordinary people would subconsciously avoid Zhao Danchen's gaze, but Long Chen didn't. In his heart, there was a strong will that didn't want to admit defeat. This was the will of the Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon. How could the will of such an existence lower its head to such a person?
What was Zhao Danchen doing here?
Long Chen and Lei Zhen didn't know, but since he was here, it couldn't be anything good.