"War God!"
Seeing Ye Chen hesitate, the Great Elder hurriedly urged him, "If you don't have a heart of iron, you'll never accomplish anything; if you're not ruthless, you'll never find a foothold. What does it matter if a few innocent people die, as long as we overthrow that tyrant Qin?"
"Exactly!"
The Third Elder also urged him, his expression fervent. "Qin Feng created this earth-shaking chaos just to seize the world. How many families have been torn apart because of him? How many innocent people have died? How many wronged souls now haunt the fields? And now he wants to be a tyrant and keep bringing calamity to the people. Kill one to save the world, War God. Don't hesitate any longer!"
"Damn, that's good!"
Ye Long was stunned on the sidelines.
Under the two elders' passionate speeches, Ye Chen's image had instantly grown lofty. For a moment, Ye Long couldn't even find the words to argue.
"The two elders are right!"
It was as if Ye Chen had convinced himself. His eyes gleamed coldly as he said, "Kill one to save the world. It's worth it!"
"Is this why I failed to win the world?!"
Ye Long fell into deep thought.
He had always thought he hadn't won the world because he wasn't capable enough. But now it seemed he still had at least a shred of shame.
He couldn't do what Qin Feng and Ye Chen did: find a grand-sounding excuse to cover their tracks, then point fingers from the moral high ground.
Meanwhile—
Qin Feng's order had already gone out, and the various armies began to march.
"Pursue the fugitive Ye Chen?!"
When the Royal Army heard the order, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
As a legion that had once specialized in protecting the