Dry Weather, Beware of Fire

"I understand. So battle is unavoidable," Li Tianming said.

"It's all right. To die for the Divine Sect, to die for the Revered Deity—after death, we would still be heroic souls. We have no regrets." Xuanyuan Muxue forced out a faint smile.

"Is that some poison you use to hypnotize yourselves?" Li Tianming asked.

"No. It is the blood flowing through us, teaching us the meaning of life—better to be a ghost slain in battle than a slave to a fallen nation!"

"I'm seventeen. I'm not afraid of death."

Xuanyuan Muxue's eyes were bloodshot.

"Not bad. You moved me," Li Tianming said in a low voice.

"What about you? Will you join the war?" Xuanyuan Muxue asked.

"I won't join? Should I let them force the Divine Sect to hand over the Revered Deity? Let her be killed before the eyes of the whole world?!" Li Tianming glared at her and roared softly.

He looked like a bloodthirsty wild beast, incomparably ferocious.

"You lost your composure. It seems the Revered Deity is very important to you," Xuanyuan Muxue said.

"I'm sorry." Li Tianming took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

Yet his mind was still burning hot!

Whenever he imagined that scene, imagined Jiang Feiling dying, even his teeth trembled. His whole body was restless and anxious as he paced back and forth, his mind seeming to catch fire, his hands clenched tight.

"Die. All of you, die!!"

His eyelids twitched violently, and he had bitten his own lips until they bled.

"Don't be too nervous. I was describing the worst-case scenario. No matter what, we of the Ancient Xuanyuan Clan will defend the Revered Deity to the death. Unless they exterminate us and leave Xuanyuan Lake carpeted with corpses, no one will lay a finger on the Revered