"Revenge?"
Dongn Nu stared coldly, suspiciously eyeing Mo Yunsheng.
What was this guy up to?
Revenge? Against whom?
Mo Yunsheng spoke in a steady voice, a ghostly smile on his face.
"Yes, revenge!"
The word "revenge" was spoken with such intensity, as if all the fury in his heart was poured into it.
Dongn Nu looked into Mo Yunsheng's eyes.
Madness.
Dented.
Fury.
Rage.
This was a path of obsession.
His eyes twitched slightly, but for once he found Mo Yunsheng's proposal intriguing.
Mo Yunsheng was the most talented young man on the Suru Continent next to himself!
When they were young, the two were often compared to one another.
For a period, he heard that na no less than hundreds of tis a day!
Yet as ti passed, Mo Yunsheng seed to vanish from Dongn Nu's life.
At so point, no one compared the two anymore.
Because Dongn Nu was simply extraordinary!
Now, the gap between them was widening.
Dongn Nu had long broken through the shackles of the Heavenly Venerate, becoming a three-layered Lower Heavenly Venerate.
anwhile, Mo Yunsheng, for three years, remained at the Half-step Lower Heavenly Venerate, unable to find a breakthrough, growing increasingly confused.
The two were no longer comparable.
At this mont.
At first, Dongn Nu disdained Mo Yunsheng's proposal.
A defeated foe who had never even fought him, what right did he have to propose anything!
But.
Mo Yunsheng's frenzied eyes stirred sothing in Dongn Nu.
"Alright!"
The response was resolute.
Dongn Nu's lips curled slightly.
"Against whom? Mo Chen?"
Once he finished speaking.
Mo Yunsheng's eyes flickered, glancing around in a panic.
"This place is not suitable for discussion. I know a secret place. Let's discuss there."
After a long while, Dongn Nu finally agreed with a sound.
"Alright."
He was assessing whether Mo Yunsheng was lying and if the secret place was a trap.
Yet he could glean no further information from Mo Yunsheng's eyes.
In his eyes, there were only two words.
Revenge!
Bloody revenge!
...
In the main hall.
Watching Dongn Nu leave, Mo Chen sank miserably into his seat, his gaze wandering, his expression downcast.
Feng Qingshui arrived tardily with a large group.
"Clan Leader! I apologize for arriving late to rescue you; I ask for your forgiveness!"
Thump thump!
The large group knelt in unison, their montum imnse.
Mo Chen, however, seed not to hear, staring blankly outside the main hall.
Feng Qingshui, getting no reply, frowned but dared not lift his head.
"I ask the Clan Leader to punish ! I led our forces poorly! Please, Clan Leader, penalize !"
Gathering strength in his Dantian, he called out once more.
Mo Chen still did not speak but responded with a long sigh.
After so ti.
Only then did he slowly speak.
If he did not speak, the hundred thousand troops in the main hall would all remain kneeling on one knee, not daring to rise!
"Stand up."
"I ask the Clan Leader to punish!"
"I ask the Clan Leader to punish!"
...
The voices were thunderous, making the hall tremble.
Mo Chen, however, gave a bitter smile, withdrawing his gaze from outside the hall, fixing it on Feng Qingshui, who knelt at the front.
"Has Dongn Nu left?"
Feng Qingshui was stunned, his cheek twitching unnaturally.
"He has left."
"Oh..."
Mo Chen acknowledged with a sound and fell silent again.
For a long while.
Probably a thousand breaths in total!
Within the main hall, silence reigned.
No one dared speak.
No one dared move.
No one dared breathe loudly.
The deathly stillness akin to an eternal night was terrifying, chilling the spine.
A silent Mo Chen faced the hundred thousand silent troops.
The scene was bizarre.
The atmosphere was unfathomable.
What happened to the Clan Leader? Had he been scared foolish?
Was Dongn Nu really so formidable, even intimidating the Clan Leader?
The Clan Leader was troubled, likely foreshadowing an impending event.
Though none dared speak, the hundred thousand soldiers couldn't help but exchange glances, guessing Mo Chen's thoughts.
"Everyone leave, I wish to be alone for a while."
"Clan Leader..."
"Leave!"
Suddenly!
Like thunder, a wild storm!
Mo Chen's sudden fierce roar halted the hearts of a hundred thousand soldiers, holding their breath.
Scalps tingling!
One person, intimidating a hundred thousand!
What a terrifying might and terrifying power!
Yet to be so frightened by a re Dongn Nu?
"Let's go."
Feng Qingshui took a deep breath, stood up, and addressed the hundred thousand troops.
Rustling.
A hundred thousand troops stood up, crestfallen, heading for the hall's exit.
"Feng Lao, please stay."
Mo Chen spoke, halting Feng Qingshui.
In the vast main hall, only two people remained, echoing emptiness.
Mo Chen suddenly stood from his chair, walked straight down the steps, stopped in front of Feng Qingshui, and sat down.
"Co."
He patted the spot next to him, gesturing for Feng Qingshui to join him.
Feng Qingshui paused, hesitated for a mont, and walked over.
"Do people grow more sentintal as they age?"
Feng Qingshui was uncertain of Mo Chen's intentions, suddenly posing such a question. For a mont, he didn't know how to respond, staring silently with wide eyes.
"Feng Lao, am I old now?"
Before Feng Qingshui could respond, Mo Chen asked again.
This ti, his tone was more somber, as if reluctantly voiced from deep within his throat.
"The Clan Leader is not as old as I am; how could you say you're old?"
"Haha!"
Mo Chen chuckled twice, then fell silent again.
These two laughs ca from the heart.
"Perhaps, it's ti for to step down."
Shock!
Unparalleled shock!
Feng Qingshui felt a jolt of electricity swiftly course through his body, from head to toe, inside and out, instantly paralyzing him, unable to move!
His mouth gaped open, eyes wide in disbelief.
Mo Chen's lips and eyes, however, carried a gentle smile.
A breath.
Two breaths.
Crash!
Feng Qingshui stood up abruptly, kneeling before Mo Chen with a thud.
"Clan Leader! You mustn't belittle yourself!"
"Today's event likely already forged a grudge with Dongn Nu. Do you know what this ans?"
"..."
Feng Qingshui remained silent, understanding fully, but unable to speak at the mont.
"It ans enmity with the Heavenly Clan."
Mo Chen's body slightly relaxed, but his expression was twisted.
"For Mo Ningxiang, I've wagered the fate of the Xuan Clan. Isn't that being old? Isn't that being sentintal? Matters between the Ancient Clans have always been brutal. How could I... how could I..."
Pausing, Mo Chen's voice carried sorrow, even a hint of a sob.
"I have failed the five hundred million people of the Xuan Clan."
Hearing Mo Chen's voice, Feng Qingshui couldn't help choking up, his throat blocked, unable to make a sound.
"Do you know why I've repeatedly stopped you from killing Lin Fan?"
"Why, why?"
"Because I see a reflection of myself in him, my younger self."
When Mo Chen was young, he single-handedly drove back the imposing Heavenly Clan, protecting the Xuan Clan!
Feng Qingshui began to shake violently.
Uncontrollably trembling.
"The one who will save the Xuan Clan is not , not you, not the million troops, not Mo Yunsheng."
"It is Lin Fan... Only he can stand against Dongn Nu, only he can save the Xuan Clan."
Mo Chen spoke earnestly, his words like a heavy weight, as murky tears swirled in his eyes, heavily patting Feng Qingshui's shoulder.
Feng Qingshui kept his head down, silent.
What Mo Chen didn't know was.
Feng Qingshui was suppressing his emotions, biting his tongue until it bled, his mouth full of blood.
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