The Tu Shan Clan once dominated four powerful families on the mainland. However, it is said that apart from the Human Clan, the Divine Phoenix Clan, and the Dragon Clan, there is also a mysterious ancient race in existence, known as the Nine-Tailed Fox Demon Clan.
The reason why this race is not recognized is because the Tu Shan Clan is not a celestial clan, so Tu Shan Clan is just a super demon clan.
Tu Shan Clan has always possessed the most abundant resources, whether in terms of terrain or celestial herbs, Tu Shan Clan has always been in an absolute advantage.
"Why did you save me?!" An Shuzi stopped the fresh blood dripping from his nostrils as he spoke.
However, his voice was already severed, and he could only watch helplessly as the blood from his throat continued to gush uncontrollably. With a thud, he fell to the ground, unable to utter a sound.
"My clan once owed you a favor, besides, don't you want to live? We Tu Shan Clan are not untrustworthy fox demons, we are not comparable to those third-rate minor demons."
However, these thoughts could only remain in the minds of the fox demon clan. They could only wait for their lives to drain away, the end of their bloodline.
"If it wasn't for the rush of time, I, Wulotian, would not have let you take people away so easily!" Wulotian said upon seeing An Shuzi's eyes.
Seeing Wulotian being intimidated, the woman from the Tu Shan clan did not delay any longer. A pink smoke carried the unconscious An Shuzi out of the encirclement. Wulotian did not give chase.
The whole Capital was already in chaos, which was what Wulotian wanted, but it was not his ultimate goal. If the chaos in Capital was just a beginning, Duguo Aotian's true goal was to turn the entire Capital into a battlefield.
"Hmph," Wulotian sneered, "it seems that the reinforcements sent by Godrealm are arriving. Tell the soldiers, the rebel army is to retreat to Capital!"
As he issued this command, the rebel army instantly became agitated. Most of them were dissatisfied because they did not understand Wulotian's intentions.
A burly man holding a large knife objected, "My Lord, we are on the verge of success. Why give up victory?! I'm afraid no one will agree to your words!"
"Yes!" almost everyone in the audience shouted in unison.
The consensus was to continue to attack the empire and eradicate the tyrant!
"Ah, everyone calm down. The Green Immortal of the Star Empire has led his subordinates to attack the Central Plains. It will take at most two days for him to arrive. The power of this Green Immortal is unfathomable. Even though I am currently at a transformational realm, his elite subordinates are no less powerful than the forces in the Western Regions. In terms of numbers, they are able to manipulate us at their will."
Wulotian was well aware of his own weakness. Although he acted impulsively today, constantly yielding and accommodating would only bring heavier injuries to his brothers in the rebel army.
Since he had stepped forward, he had to ensure the safe evacuation of all the civilians living in the Central Plains before the arrival of the Star Empire.
"Ah..."
Seeing Wuluo Tian who had just escaped from the chaos, Wuzesheng looked bewildered at the back of Wulotian. Then he exclaimed, "Who are you?!"
However, he noticed the familiar figure and hesitated, "Could this figure be... the Patriarch?!"
"It's the Elder, are you well recently?" Wulotian asked calmly, handing a healing pill to Wuzhe Sheng from behind. This was to help him regain some strength.
After taking the healing pill, Wuzesheng's spirits recovered significantly, but his swollen and bruised face showed little improvement. If he could smile at that moment, it would be quite... Amused, Wulotian suppressed his laughter and said, "Elder, why are you in such a sorry state?"
"Alas, the Patriarch, it's a long story. When I was fleeing, I was almost caught by the flow trading guards of the Wu family due to my own carelessness. I am too useless this time. Patriarch, you shouldn't have saved me! I am just a burden to the Patriarch. If it weren't for the Young Master, I'm afraid I wouldn't be here to see you at all!"
Wuzesheng's voice choked with emotion, the deep wrinkles on his face and the news of the Wu family brought back painful memories for Wulotian.
"Did Hui'er save you?!"
Although Wulotian was concerned about the situation of the Wu family, he was more concerned about his son.
And the Elder was very certain that he hadn't made a mistake.
"I'm sure I didn't make a mistake. I remember that the Young Master has a dragon mark on his forehead, so I must be right!"
"The Moon Dragon Mark..." Yuanhui muttered to himself.
The Moon Dragon was a symbol of inheriting the power of the dragon race, and many people had this unique natural tattoo of the divine beast. Even some second-rate families could inherit it, but few could truly harness the power of the Moon Dragon. It was said that each part of the Moon Dragon Mark was engraved by true energy, said to be a fairy mark left by an immortal, showing its extreme rarity... even legendary!
"Although you have done some foolish things in the past, remember one thing: anyone could abandon you, but I, Wulotian, will not! You are my family, no matter what happens. As long as anyone dares to harm you, I, Wulotian, will make them pay with blood!" Wulotian's words made the Elder shiver, and looking at the firm gaze in Wulotian's eyes, Wuzesheng was filled with determination.
