"The Li Clan really was defeated..."
The exiles' faces were filled with anguish.
"We lost to Di Hongshi, but what about the Great Chieftain? The Eighty-One Demon Gods? And all those Chi You Guards?"
The oldest among them stared at Luo Zheng, pressing him for answers.
Luo Zheng shook his head. "I don't know. All I know is that this ship carried the Li Clan's hopes, along with countless members of the clan. It was a ship built for escape."
"How could this happen!"
"Our Li Clan could never have lost to Di Hongshi!"
"Big Brother, I want to go out and slaughter every last one of those Xuanyuan clansmen!" one of them said bitterly.
Naturally, the Xuanyuan clansmen in this world were not responsible for the Li Clan's destruction. After all, the people here were merely exiles cursed by an ancient god. But with their emotions running high, their fury was impossible to contain.
"Don't be so rash." The elderly man drew a deep breath, seemingly doing his utmost to calm himself as well. Then he asked, "If the Great Chieftain built this ship, why has it kept falling?"
"Because the Xuanyuan Guard pursued it," Luo Zheng said quietly. "The Li people aboard were almost entirely slaughtered..."
Seeing how agitated they were, Luo Zheng had not wanted to tell them. But with them pressing him about it, he could not conceal the truth and could only recount it honestly.
"The Xuanyuan Guard!" The elderly man had just calmed himself, but now he grew agitated again. "How I regret not slaughtering every last one of those damned Xuanyuan Guards back then! Only a hundred of them died by my hand..."
A hundred Xuanyuan Guards?
Hearing the elderly man's words, Luo Zheng was inwardly shocked.
Luo Zheng did not know how