Chapter 1442


    Zhan Jianxue even dared to swear on her soul, so it could be seen how determined she was. Zhan


    Wuya''s exnation 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 Realmst spring.


    If Zhan Wuya was the pride of the War God n, then Zhan Yingrong was the female War God in the


    hearts of the women of the War God n. 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 n, Zhan Jianxue, she didn''t relent. Zhan Jianxue was domineering in


    the War God n. She dared to cut Zhan Xiaoya''s face, but she didn''t dare to provoke Zhan Yingrong.


    Zhan Yingrong was powerful and had the strongestbat potential in the War God n.


    Zhan Yingrong graduated from the Cang Lang inner academy two years ago. Although she had not


    sessfully 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 be troublesome.


    Zhan Yingrong hugged her sword as she looked up at Zhan Jianxue, who was crying. Zhan Jianxue


    had always been proud, arrogant, andpetitive. Zhan Yingrong had never seen Zhan Jianxue cry in


    public or kneel down in front of everyone.


    With her previous kneeling, Zhan Jianxue hadpletely forsaken her pride as the little princess of the


    War God n.


    Zhan Yingrong actually believed Zhan Jianxue.


    However, Zhan Yingrong wouldn''t side with 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 simrly, no one can prove that what she said is a lie."


    "Since she dared to swear on her soul, you must 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 ndering you, why don''t you


    summon your soul body and let us take a look?"


    Beast Tamers with powerful cultivation levels could summon their souls to talk.


    Zhan Yingrong saw that Zhan Wuya raised his eyebrows slightly but didn''t agree. Her gaze instantly


    became sharp as she questioned with an imposing aura, "What? Are you unwilling to summon theN?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    phantom body for us to see, or do you not dare to?" After Zhan Yingrong suddenly tapped her be


    and grunted, an ethereal white phantom body emerged from between her eyebrows.


    Powerful spiritual strength condensed into the appearance of a woman beside her. This woman looked


    exactly the same as Zhan Yingrong.


    This was Zhan Yingrong''s soul body.


    Zhan Yingrong stared at Zhan Wuya provocatively as she said, "I dare to summon my soul body openly


    to prove my identity. Why don''t you dare to?"


    When they heard this, all the warriors'' expressions darkened.


    They put down the wine bowls in their hands and secretly circted their spiritual energy.


    "Heh…" Zhan Wuya suddenly let out an eerieugh as he nced at Zhan Jianxue and sneered.


    "You''re such an ipetent troublemaker! I''ve raised you 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 ck


    demonic power turned into a slender rope that strangled Zhan Jianxue''s fair and slender neck.


    After Zhan Wuya raised his right hand, Zhan Jianxue was pulled up by the demonic rope and floated in


    the sky. Her pupils dted, and her face turned pale.


    Zhan Jianxue hugged 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


    Zhan Jianxue''s neck.


    Dong—


    Zhan Jianxue''s head fell to the ground and rolled down from the high tform to the square.


    Zhan Yingrong turned towards the head and met the eyes of Zhan Jianxue''s corpse.


    The most dazzling star of the War God n died just like that.


    "You''re indeed Ye Qingchen!" Zhan Yingrong quickly came back to her senses. As she looked at the


    elders standing beside Zhan Wuya, she couldn''t help but sneer and mocked, "To rmend him as


    the Patriarch at this time, I think you old fellows must be in cahoots with Ye Qingchen."


    "Ever since the old Patriarch, Zhan Lingyu, died, the War God n has set an iron rule that we will


    never associate with demons. Anyone who associates with demons will be expelled from the War God


    n and will never be allowed to take half a step into the War God City! Elders, the longer you guys


    live, the more cowardly you guys became."


    After being mocked by Zhan Yingrong, these elders felt ashamed.


    Only the Eighth Elder nced at Ye Qingchen carefully. Seeing that Ye Qingchen was angered by


    Zhan Yingrong''s words, his gaze darkenedpletely. He pointed his finger at Zhan Yingrong and


    scolded Zhan Yingrong, "Yingrong, how dare you disrespect the Patriarch and elders?!"


    Zhan Yingrong sneered and said, "Respect? Is a group of evil cultivators worthy of respect?"


    After saying that, Zhan Yingrong suddenly took a step back and pulled out the sword in her hand.


    Then, she raised her sword and shouted, "Junior Wuya has been harmed by Ye Qingchen. All the


    elders of the Elder Council have been controlled by Ye Qingchen. The inner city of the War God n


    will forever live above the ck Sea in order to suppress the demonic cultivator and protect the


    commoners! The nsmen of the War God n, regardless of gender, age, or age, will never


    associate with a demon!"


    "Those who associate with demons should be killed!"


    After Zhan Yingrong pointed her sword at the sky, a sword beam rushed towards Jiuxiao and burst into


    a dazzling sunflower in the sky.


    It was the War God n''s distress signal.


    Zhan Yingrong looked up at the sunflower. Zhan Yingrong''s petite and exquisite body seemed to be


    filled with endless strength as she roared angrily, "The appearance of a demonic cultivator means that


    the warriors of the War God n should put our lives on the line and fight with our lives! If a demonic


    cultivator wants to wipe out the Cang Lang Continent, he has to step over the bodies of the warriors of


    the War God n first!"


    Upon hearing Zhan Yingrong''s words, the disciples were invigorated.


    "Kill!"