Zhan Jianxue even dared to swear on her soul, so it could be seen how determined she was. Zhan Wuya's explanation instantly lost its credibility.

The warrior team was in an uproar.

At this moment, a petite and beautiful woman walked out from the team of warriors. Her name was Zhan Yingrong, and she was the disciple of the First Elder, Zhan Jia. She was also the second genius among Zhan Wuya's group of young disciples, second only to Zhan Wuya in terms of prestige and cultivation level.

She was almost 60 years old and had broken through to the Prime Master Realm last spring.

If Zhan Wuya was the pride of the War God Clan, then Zhan Yingrong was the female War God in the hearts of the women of the War God Clan. She was the female cultivator that all the male disciples respected and admired the most. Zhan Yingrong bowed to Zhan Wuya first and stood up as she shouted at him in a neither servile nor overbearing manner, "Patriarch."

Zhan Wuya stared at Zhan Yingrong as he nodded slightly.

Zhan Yingrong had an upright personality and had never been afraid of power. Even when facing the little princess of the War God Clan, Zhan Jianxue, she didn't relent. Zhan Jianxue was domineering in the War God Clan. She dared to cut Zhan Xiaoya's face, but she didn't dare to provoke Zhan Yingrong.

Zhan Yingrong was powerful and had the strongest combat potential in the War God Clan.

Zhan Yingrong graduated from the Cang Lang inner academy two years ago. Although she had not successfully entered the inner academy's honor roll, she was still an influential figure during her school days.

Zhan Yingrong didn't take Zhan Jianxue seriously, so she naturally didn't take Zhan Wuya seriously either. She had always been a person who only cared about justice, instead of power.

When everyone saw Zhan Yingrong take the lead and walk out, the warrior team gradually quietened down. Zhan Wuya and the group of elders frowned. As the Eighth Elder stared at Zhan Yingrong, he felt that things would probably become troublesome.

Zhan Yingrong hugged her sword as she looked up at Zhan Jianxue, who was crying. Zhan Jianxue had always been proud, arrogant, and competitive. Zhan Yingrong had never seen Zhan Jianxue cry in public or kneel down in front of everyone.

forsaken her pride as the little princess of the War

Yingrong actually believed Zhan

Zhan Jianxue just because of her intuition. Zhan Yingrong shifted her gaze to Zhan Wuya and suddenly said, "No one can prove that what Zhan Jianxue said is true, but similarly, no

have that sort of confidence. Patriarch, you can be considered a child that all the senior brothers and junior sisters have watched grow up. We naturally know your character. If you have a clear conscience and she's just slandering you, why

powerful cultivation levels could summon their souls

slightly but didn't agree. Her gaze instantly became sharp as she questioned with an imposing aura, "What? Are you unwilling to summon the phantom body for us to see, or do you not dare

of a woman beside her.

Zhan Yingrong's

Zhan Wuya provocatively as she said, "I dare to summon my soul body openly to prove my identity. Why don't you dare

they heard this, all the warriors'

wine bowls in their hands and

for so many years, but this is how you repay me?" Zhan Wuya suddenly extended his right hand towards Zhan Jianxue, and a wave of black demonic power turned into

raised his right hand, Zhan Jianxue was pulled up by the demonic

the Nurturing Demon Technique tightly as she said in pain, "Ye, Ye Qingchen, you… you killed my mother. You deserve… to die a horrible death!" Just as Zhan Jianxue finished speaking, Zhan Wuya pulled the magic rope. The rope instantly turned into a sharp knife that cut off

Dong—

ground and rolled down from the

the head and met the eyes of Zhan Jianxue's

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