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Zhan Jianxue even dared to swear on her soul, so it could be seen how determined she was. Zhan Wuya\'s explanation instantly lost its credibility.

The warrior team was in an uproar.

At this moment, a petite and beautiful woman walked out from the team of warriors. Her name was Zhan Yingrong, and she was the disciple of the First Elder, Zhan Jia. She was also the second genius among Zhan Wuya\'s group of young disciples, second only to Zhan Wuya in terms of prestige and cultivation level.

She was almost 60 years old and had broken through to the Prime Master Realm last spring.

If Zhan Wuya was the pride of the War God Clan, then Zhan Yingrong was the female War God in the hearts of the women of the War God Clan. She was the female cultivator that all the male disciples respected and admired the most. Zhan Yingrong bowed to Zhan Wuya first and stood up as she shouted at him in a neither servile nor overbearing manner, "Patriarch."

Zhan Wuya stared at Zhan Yingrong as he nodded slightly.

Zhan Yingrong had an upright personality and had never been afraid of power. Even when facing the little princess of the War God Clan, Zhan Jianxue, she didn\'t relent. Zhan Jianxue was domineering in the War God Clan. She dared to cut Zhan Xiaoya\'s face, but she didn\'t dare to provoke Zhan Yingrong.

Zhan Yingrong was powerful and had the strongest combat potential in the War God Clan.

Zhan Yingrong graduated from the Cang Lang inner academy two years ago. Although she had not successfully entered the inner academy\'s honor roll, she was still an influential figure during her school days.

Zhan Yingrong didn\'t take Zhan Jianxue seriously, so she naturally didn\'t take Zhan Wuya seriously either. She had always been a person who only cared about justice, instead of power.

When everyone saw Zhan Yingrong take the lead and walk out, the warrior team gradually quietened down. Zhan Wuya and the group of elders frowned. As the Eighth Elder stared at Zhan Yingrong, he felt that things would probably become troublesome.

Zhan Yingrong hugged her sword as she looked up at Zhan Jianxue, who was crying. Zhan Jianxue had always been proud, arrogant, and competitive. Zhan Yingrong had never seen Zhan Jianxue cry in public or kneel down in front of everyone.

With her previous kneeling, Zhan Jianxue had completely forsaken her pride as the little princess of the War God Clan.

Zhan Yingrong actually believed Zhan Jianxue.

However, Zhan Yingrong wouldn\'t side with Zhan Jianxue just because of her intuition. Zhan Yingrong shifted her gaze to Zhan Wuya and suddenly said, "No one can prove that what Zhan Jianxue said is true, but similarly, no one can prove that what she said is a lie."

"Since she dared to swear on her soul, you must have that sort of confidence. Patriarch, you can be considered a child that all the senior brothers and junior sisters have watched grow up. We naturally know your character. If you have a clear conscience and she\'s just slandering you, why don\'t you summon your soul body and let us take a look?"

Beast Tamers with powerful cultivation levels could summon their souls to talk.

Zhan Yingrong saw that Zhan Wuya raised his eyebrows slightly but didn\'t agree. Her gaze instantly became sharp as she questioned with an imposing aura, "What? Are you unwilling to summon the phantom body for us to see, or do you not dare to?" After Zhan Yingrong suddenly tapped her glabella and grunted, an ethereal white phantom body emerged from between her eyebrows.

Powerful spiritual strength condensed into the appearance of a woman beside her. This woman looked exactly the same as Zhan Yingrong.

This was Zhan Yingrong\'s soul body.

Zhan Yingrong stared at Zhan Wuya provocatively as she said, "I dare to summon my soul body openly to prove my identity. Why don\'t you dare to?"

When they heard this, all the warriors\' expressions darkened.

They put down the wine bowls in their hands and secretly circulated their spiritual energy.

"Heh…" Zhan Wuya suddenly let out an eerie laugh as he glanced at Zhan Jianxue and sneered. "You\'re such an incompetent troublemaker! I\'ve raised you for so many years, but this is how you repay me?" Zhan Wuya suddenly extended his right hand towards Zhan Jianxue, and a wave of black demonic power turned into a slender rope that strangled Zhan Jianxue\'s fair and slender neck.

After Zhan Wuya raised his right hand, Zhan Jianxue was pulled up by the demonic rope and floated in the sky. Her pupils dilated, and her face turned pale.

Zhan Jianxue hugged the Nurturing Demon Technique tightly as she said in pain, "Ye, Ye Qingchen, you… you killed my mother. You deserve… to die a horrible death!" Just as Zhan Jianxue finished speaking, Zhan Wuya pulled the magic rope. The rope instantly turned into a sharp knife that cut off Zhan Jianxue\'s neck.

Dong—

Zhan Jianxue\'s head fell to the ground and rolled down from the high platform to the square.

Zhan Yingrong turned towards the head and met the eyes of Zhan Jianxue\'s corpse.

The most dazzling star of the War God Clan died just like that.

"You\'re indeed Ye Qingchen!" Zhan Yingrong quickly came back to her senses. As she looked at the elders standing beside Zhan Wuya, she couldn\'t help but sneer and mocked, "To recommend him as the Patriarch at this time, I think you old fellows must be in cahoots with Ye Qingchen."

"Ever since the old Patriarch, Zhan Lingyu, died, the War God Clan has set an iron rule that we will never associate with demons. Anyone who associates with demons will be expelled from the War God Clan and will never be allowed to take half a step into the War God City! Elders, the longer you guys live, the more cowardly you guys became."

After being mocked by Zhan Yingrong, these elders felt ashamed.

Only the Eighth Elder glanced at Ye Qingchen carefully. Seeing that Ye Qingchen was angered by Zhan Yingrong\'s words, his gaze darkened completely. He pointed his finger at Zhan Yingrong and scolded Zhan Yingrong, "Yingrong, how dare you disrespect the Patriarch and elders?!"

Zhan Yingrong sneered and said, "Respect? Is a group of evil cultivators worthy of respect?"

After saying that, Zhan Yingrong suddenly took a step back and pulled out the sword in her hand. Then, she raised her sword and shouted, "Junior Wuya has been harmed by Ye Qingchen. All the elders of the Elder Council have been controlled by Ye Qingchen. The inner city of the War God Clan will forever live above the Black Sea in order to suppress the demonic cultivator and protect the commoners! The clansmen of the War God Clan, regardless of gender, age, or age, will never associate with a demon!"

"Those who associate with demons should be killed!"

After Zhan Yingrong pointed her sword at the sky, a sword beam rushed towards Jiuxiao and burst into a dazzling sunflower in the sky.

It was the War God Clan\'s distress signal.

Zhan Yingrong looked up at the sunflower. Zhan Yingrong\'s petite and exquisite body seemed to be filled with endless strength as she roared angrily, "The appearance of a demonic cultivator means that the warriors of the War God Clan should put our lives on the line and fight with our lives! If a demonic cultivator wants to wipe out the Cang Lang Continent, he has to step over the bodies of the warriors of the War God Clan first!"

Upon hearing Zhan Yingrong\'s words, the disciples were invigorated.

"Kill!"