The account shook the old man and his companions to their core. Their faces grew grim, and killing intent blazed in their bloodshot eyes. His brothers drew surging Innate Fiendish Qi into their bodies, radiating power like Demon Gods.
Before long, Xuanming fell silent. A trace of sorrow showed through her increasingly cold expression.
The past was painful to recall. Those battles had brought far too much death, and remembering them weighed on her.
The old man, Ying Zhan, and the others were furious. Endless killing intent flashed across their fierce faces.
The old man clenched his fist so hard that the space around it shattered. "The Demon Race, the Innate Races, Hongjun... Those bastards dared go this far! Back then, the Innate Races were nothing but ants hiding from the Chaos Descendants in our eyes. Even after they grew strong, they served under the Wu Clan! Now they dare turn on their masters? They're asking to die!"
The old man's clenched fist made his murderous intent plain.
His companions felt the same. In their era, countless Innate Races had obeyed their clan and sought its protection. Now those races had turned on their protectors and killed them. How could the old man not be furious?
One of his brothers clenched his fist. "The Demon Race! Is that what they call the races formed from Spiritual Qi? What arrogance! Who gave them such confidence? I'll slaughter them!"
They gripped their fists, furious and seemingly ready to charge out at once.
The old man Ying Zhan was no different. Endless bloodlust burned in his deep eyes.
Ren could only remain silent as he watched them. He had expected this. In the secret realm, he had avoided mentioning the Wu Clan because he knew the old man and the others revered