The Battle of Fate

"Fortunately, even after signing the Life Seal, Chen Changyuan couldn't sense where my true self was. He could only decide my life or death at will.

"Fortunately, I was someone he never cared about in the first place. Even when I used a puppet to deceive the heavens, I didn't draw the slightest bit of his attention."

Shen Yong sighed. He had once been a Late Creation Realm expert, yet now he was barely worth mentioning.

Then Shen Yong looked at Chen Yan with grave solemnity.

"Please, Chen Yan, withdraw first!"

But when Shen Yong's voice fell, nobody said a word.

"You..."

Shen Yong froze.

"What's wrong with you...? Was I not clear enough? You... you still suspect me?"

Shen Yong's face flushed red. He growled, "I'm not a spy!!!"

Soon, Xia Long explained everything.

Shen Yong's mouth slowly fell open.

"You... you're crazy!"

He looked at Chen Yan.

"Heavenly Divine General, do you understand that if you die, all hope for Great Xia dies with you?"

His breathing quickened.

"Even if it's for Lu Xunyang's sake, starting the war in four days is still irrational. Xunyang Divine General should be able to hold on for quite some time yet.

"He's held on for so long already!"

Zhang Ting narrowed his eyes.

"What do you mean?!"

Shen Yong roared, "Xunyang Divine General can't turn Great Xia's fate around, but the Heavenly Divine General can!!!"

He screamed with all his strength.

"Do you all not understand? King Xia Yue told us before we entered the Five Clans Competition that the Heavenly Divine General's rise mattered more than anything!"

He clenched his fists.

He felt they had too little time.

"Our duty is to get the Heavenly Divine General out of here, not to die here!"

A trace of ferocity appeared in