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Upon seeing Zhan Wuya, these people seemed to have found their backbone.

Noticing that only 18 of the 22 elders were present, the warriors started discussing.

"Where did the other elders go?"

"Could it be that they have already met with misfortune?"

Hearing the discussion below the stage, Fourth Elder Zhan Ding walked to the front under Ye Qingchen\'s threatening gaze and said with a pained expression, "Today, the true colors of the great fiendish cultivator Ye Qingchen have been exposed. When our First Elder, Second Elder, Third Elder, and youngest Elder Zhan Hai went to the back mountain\'s confinement room to kill Ye Qingchen, they were actually killed by Ye Qingchen instead…"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar.

"What? The great fiendish cultivator actually killed four elders!"

"He really deserves to die!"

Seeing that the hatred of the warriors had been mobilized, the Eighth Elder, Zhan Xin, strode to the side of the Fourth Elder, Zhan Ding. He wiped his red eyes and choked on his tears as he said, "The warriors of the War God Clan, the great fiendish cultivator Ye Qingchen, have used Senior Jiuxiao\'s body all these years to imprison Prime Emperor Yu Tian. He also killed his eldest daughter and his disciple, Sheng Pinghui. Even… even the death of the Patriarch\'s wife was probably his doing."

"The sins Ye Qingchen has committed are outrageous!"

"As disciple of the War God Clans, killing the great fiendish cultivator and avenging all the innocent people who died tragically is the duty of all the clansmen and warriors of the War God Clan! Previously, after the discussion of the elders of the Elder Council, we decided to recommend Zhan Wuya as the acting Patriarch. Let him lead the warriors of the War God Clan and the righteous path cultivators of the world to kill Ye Qingchen!"

With that, the Eighth Elder turned around and said to Zhan Wuya, who was standing at the side, "Patriarch, please say a few words to boost the morale of our warriors."

Upon hearing this, \'Zhan Wuya\' walked onto the stage.

He hugged the battle spear with both hands and his eyes that were filled with killing intent swept across the faces of every warrior. Amidst the silence, Zhan Wuya said, "I was abandoned by my biological parents. It was Mentor… Strictly speaking, it was the great demonic cultivator Ye Qingchen who raised me. But only today did I know that the reason Ye Qingchen was willing to take care of me was actually all a scheme. He\'s a demonic cultivator. After snatching Senior Jiuxiao\'s body, he realized that his body couldn\'t truly fuse with Senior Jiuxiao\'s, so he decided to nurture a yin body."

"I believe everyone knows that I had a twin. I originally had an elder brother, but my elder brother was weak and sickly, so he died young. And it was precisely because of this matter that my mother bore a grudge against me and thought that my elder brother\'s weak and sickly body was because I stole nutrients from her stomach. However, I only found out today that from the moment my mother became pregnant with us, we were targeted by Ye Qingchen. We were the yin body he chose, so he used the excuse of delivering medicine to poison my mother…"

"So, the reason why I, Zhan Wuya, was born and nurtured as the successor of the War God Clan was Ye Qingchen\'s scheme from the start."

"Although the kindness of raising me is greater than the kindness of birth, Ye Qingchen raised and educated me in order to fulfill his dream of overthrowing the Cang Lang Continent. Therefore, his nurturing of me wasn\'t out of kindness, but sinful. Now that the truth is out, as a disciple of the War God Clan, I should lead all the warriors to pick up the weapons in our hands and subdue Ye Qingchen with all the cultivators in the world. Even if we have to sacrifice our lives because of this, we will do it without hesitation!"

With that, Zhan Wuya shouted, "Bring me wine!"

A few guards worked together to carry up a large wine jar.

Immediately, the fragrance of wine filled the air. Everyone in the entire square could smell it. The guards used bowls to distribute it to every warrior.

After \'Zhan Wuya\' scooped a bowl of wine for himself, he raised the wine above his head and shouted, "If the demonic cultivator doesn\'t die, the battle won\'t end!" With that said, Zhan Wuya drank the bowl in one gulp and threw it to the ground. Then, he shattered the bowl to show his determination to fight the great fiendish cultivator to the death.

Under his influence, all the disciples felt their blood boiling. They wished they could immediately raise the weapon in their hands and stab the great fiendish cultivator.

They imitated Zhan Wuya\'s actions and raised the bowl in their hands. They planned to finish it in one gulp and smash the wine bowl. At this moment, a sonorous female voice sounded from the Black Sea under the broken wall of the square—

"You can\'t drink this wine!"

Upon hearing this, \'Zhan Wuya\' narrowed his eyes slightly. The elders standing on both sides of him raised their heads in shock and looked towards the steep cliff and broken wall on the east side of the square.

Below that was the Black Sea.

A beautiful woman in a lotus pink silk dress flew up from the Black Sea. Her black hair was tied into a low ponytail with a purple headband and fell onto her beautiful shoulders. The woman looked a little tired, but her almond-shaped eyes were filled with aggressiveness.

After seeing the woman\'s face clearly, the elite warriors shouted in a low voice, "It\'s Little Xue!"

Zhan Jianxue held the black book as she landed beside \'Zhan Wuya\'. She stared at \'Zhan Wuya\' with a pale face. When she thought about how the man beside her was no longer the Senior Brother Wuya who indulged her in everything, but the great demonic cultivator Ye Qingchen, who could even harm his biological daughter, wife, and good friend in order to achieve his goal, Zhan Jianxue felt a wave of fear.

But…

She couldn\'t back down.

If she retreated, the elite warriors below the stage would become Ye Qingchen\'s demon soldiers.

As the little princess of the War God Clan, she could be willful and arrogant, but she couldn\'t watch helplessly as her clansmen were bewitched into demons.

How could she face her mother, Senior Brother Wuya, who doted on her, and the clansmen who were usually tough on her but still tolerated her?

Zhan Jianxue took a deep breath and knelt on the ground under \'Zhan Wuya\'\'s\' vicious and cold gaze. She cried to the clansmen who were looking at her in shock, "Senior Brother Wuya died a long time ago. The person standing in front of you guys now is the great demonic cultivator Ye Qingchen! All the elders around you guys can\'t be trusted because they\'re being controlled by Ye Qingchen! You can\'t drink the wine in your bowl because it contains the blood energy of Ye Qingchen\'s heart! Once you drink it, you will awaken your demonic nature and become Ye Qingchen\'s demonic weapon!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the square instantly became noisy.

Someone was questioning the authenticity of Zhan Jianxue\'s words. Zhan Wuya had a dark expression as he got someone to pull Zhan Jianxue down. "Drag Little Xue down!" He looked at the warriors with a vexed expression as he explained, "Little Xue is angry at me because I want to break off her engagement. She\'s trying to tarnish my image."

Upon hearing Zhan Wuya\'s words, the warriors below the stage became even more hesitant.

For a moment, they didn\'t know who was telling the truth and who was lying.

However, they didn\'t dare to drink the wine in their hands anymore.

Seeing that the warriors were still hesitating, Zhan Jianxue gritted her teeth and suddenly circulated the spiritual energy in her body. Then, she shouted at the top of her lungs, "I, Zhan Jianxue, of the Cang Lang Continent\'s Divine Miracle Continent, am willing to swear to the Creator on my soul to prove that everything I said just now is true. If I\'m lying, I\'m willing to be imprisoned under the Black Sea forever and suffer the pain of being whipped by lightning day and night!"

A soul oath was the most powerful oath.