Xuanyuan Tribe.
Everyone was discussing the upcoming spell battle.
The moment Guang Chengzi entered the tent, he saw Xuanyuan running toward him with tears in his eyes. He was moving so hastily that he nearly stumbled, only avoiding a fall by grabbing onto Guang Chengzi.
"Teacher, save me! The Shennong Tribe has issued a challenge to the Xuanyuan Tribe! We will battle on the Zhuolu Plains tomorrow. But the tribe has not even had time to recover. How can we withstand another war?"
As Xuanyuan spoke, he seemed to recall something terrifying. His body began to tremble slightly, and his hands, clutching Guang Chengzi's, turned white from exertion.
"Those Wu Clan bastards are truly unwilling to give up. The Shennong Tribe beat them into hiding in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, yet now Chi You shamelessly went running to cling to Shen Nong's thigh."
Xuanyuan no longer looked anything like a Human Emperor.
Taiyi and the others could not help but feel a trace of contempt.
"Someone like this can become a Human Emperor?"
But this was precisely what they wanted. The weaker Xuanyuan was, the easier it would be for them to obtain Merit.
Chi Jingzi and the others felt that something was amiss.
This person was clearly different from the usual Xuanyuan, yet their Spiritual Sense confirmed without a doubt that it was truly him.
Moreover, those little gestures he made when frightened could not have been faked.
"Perhaps the Zhuolu battlefield traumatized him too deeply and turned him into this?"
Other than that, he could think of no other reason.
Still, as long as it did not affect their acquisition of Merit, that was all that mattered.
"Xuanyuan, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests."
Cihang looked at Xuanyuan, his tone full of matter-of-fact certainty.
"Therefore,