"Four!"
The Wa Ling Holy Son pointed at Ye Zhen, his finger trembling. Over the past hundred years, the number of Wa Ling clansmen who had died from exhausted lifespans or in battles abroad had never exceeded four.
Yet four had been wiped out in Ye Zhen's hands all at once.
"Ye, I, Yu Shou, swear here in the name of the Wa Ling Holy Son that throughout the nine heavens, ten lands, and Myriad Worlds, I will surely exterminate your entire clan!"
The Wa Ling Holy Son was so enraged that he immediately pointed to the heavens and swore an oath, but Ye Zhen did not take it seriously at all.
"Fine, fine, stop swearing in front of me. There are plenty of people in this world who want to wipe out my entire clan, Ye Zhen. One more makes no difference. Aren't I still alive and well?" Ye Zhen wore a disdainful expression. "Besides, as long as this war continues, these four Wa Ling clansmen who died by my hand are merely the first batch—not the last!"
Yu Shou, the Wa Ling Holy Son who had just made his solemn vow, nearly turned green at those words.
He wanted to strike and kill Ye Zhen right then, but he was currently using the Five Elements Transformation divine ability to influence the entire battlefield and assist every Primordial Wa Spirit clansman fighting on it.
If he stopped, the combat strength of those Wa Ling clansmen in battle might plummet.
If even one more died, Yu Shou's heart would likely shatter.
"Besides, if we are talking of blood debts, your Wa Ling Race joined this war and slaughtered countless humans. You even killed several thousand sons of the North Sea Heavenly Wave Army. This blood feud may well require every