160: Chapter 157 The Crowd Launches an Attack

"Fellow Daoist Chen, Your Highness the Martial God, please sit."

Wang Ming slowly opened his eyes. What kind of eyes were they? They were calm and weathered, as if reflecting the vicissitudes of eternity.

Chen Zhiwen and Chen Heng found seats and sat down. The atmosphere within the great hall grew increasingly heavy.

Everyone had arrived.

The Old Ancestor of the Great Yan Dynasty, Fang Tao, known for his fiery temper, could finally hold back no longer. He spoke first, his voice echoing through the great hall like a booming bell.

"Sect Master Wang, I will not waste time with pleasantries."

He stared intently at Wang Ming and asked in a deep voice.

"Although the North Sea Demon Clan has had friction with our Human Race, for ten thousand years they have adhered to their bottom line, never before having launched such an extermination-level invasion!"

"This time, they have poured out in full force, sparing no cost to breach the Northern Border Great Wall and slaughter millions of our Human Race soldiers. What is this for?!"

"What exactly are they plotting?!"

This question was also the greatest doubt in the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on Wang Ming, waiting for his answer.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ming's expression remained calm.

However, his gaze did not look at Fang Tao, but slowly shifted to Chen Zhiwen.

That gaze was deep and distant, as if it wanted to see through Chen Zhiwen from the inside out.

The atmosphere in the great hall became incredibly strange at this moment.

Everyone followed Wang Ming's gaze to look at that young man in black robes, who had remained calm from beginning to end.

Chen Zhiwen raised an eyebrow slightly and met Wang Ming's gaze, his expression as still as an ancient well.

A long time passed.

Wang Ming finally let out a long sigh. This sigh contained a trace of helplessness, a trace of emotion, and an even more indescribable nuance.

He spoke slowly, his voice reaching every corner of the great hall.

"Fellow Daoist Fang asks why the Yao Race has suddenly launched an attack."

"The reason is simple."

His gaze remained locked on Chen Zhiwen as he said, word by word.

"Because they are afraid."

"Afraid?" Fang Tao was stunned, then sneered, "They would be afraid? They gathered an army to slaughter our Human Race, and you say they are afraid?"

Wang Ming ignored him and continued.

"The balance has been broken."

"The fragile balance maintained for thousands of years between the Human Race and the Yao Race has been completely shattered because of the appearance of one person."

"His existence has made all the great powers of the North Sea Demon Clan feel fear and dread originating from the depths of their Soul."

Having said this, Wang Ming paused slightly. In the great hall, one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath.

They were not fools; they had already vaguely guessed what Wang Ming was about to say.

Sure enough, Wang Ming looked at Chen Zhiwen and slowly spat out the final answer.

"This person is the Great Xuan Martial God, Your Highness Chen Zhiwen."

Boom!

Once these words were spoken, it was like a meteorite crashing into a calm lake, stirring up monstrous waves within the great hall!

Among the Great Grandmasters present, except for Chen Heng who had already guessed it, the rest all revealed expressions of unbelievable shock on their faces.

Their gazes swept back and forth between Wang Ming and Chen Zhiwen, their expressions strange to the extreme.

This catastrophe sweeping through the entire Human Race, this racial war flowing with blood... the root cause was actually because of Chen Zhiwen?!

How absurd this sounded! How incredible!

Even Chen Zhiwen himself was slightly startled, a flash of surprise appearing in his eyes.

He had never thought that his existence would actually directly trigger a full-scale invasion by the Yao Race!

Wang Ming seemed to see the disbelief and doubt of the crowd, and he continued to explain.

"Everyone, you only saw Your Highness the Martial God's achievement in annihilating the Heavenly Spirit Sect, but you ignored the... future he represents."

"How old is he this year?"

"Twenty-something years old!"

"At the age of twenty-something, he is already a Great Grandmaster who cultivates three Daos simultaneously, capable of killing a Great Grandmaster who has burned everything with a single sword strike!"

"This talent, this combat power—throughout the tens of thousands of years of history of our Desolate Continent, has such a person ever appeared?"

Wang Ming's voice was heavier with every sentence, each one more thought-provoking than the last.

"No!"

Wang Ming's voice echoed in the great hall, carrying a decisive, iron-clad determination, and even more, an insight into the long river of history.

"Unprecedented!"

His gaze slowly swept across every Great Grandmaster present. That gaze was so deep it seemed to see through their hearts, seeing the tumultuous waves stirred up within them by these words.

"The Yao Race, especially those old guys in the North Sea with an ancient Legacy who have lived for who knows how many years, they are not looking at the present, but at the future."

"A person who possesses such combat power at twenty-something years old—if you give him ten years, twenty years, a hundred years... what would that look like?"

Wang Ming's voice was not loud, but every word struck at the heart.

"By then, let alone the North Sea, even this entire Desolate Continent, and even places further away—between the Human Race and the Yao Race, where would there be any balance to speak of?"

"Therefore, they are afraid."

"What they fear is not the Chen Zhiwen of today, but the future... Martial God!"

Martial God!

These two words were like two invisible mountains crashing down, causing the minds of all the Great Grandmasters in the hall to tremble violently!

The Old Ancestor of the Great Yan Dynasty, Fang Tao, had muscles twitching fiercely on his rugged face. He stood up abruptly, and the violent Fire element Qi on his body erupted instantly, causing the surrounding air to become scorching hot.

"Does Sect Master Wang mean..."

He stared fixedly at Wang Ming, then suddenly shifted his gaze to Chen Zhiwen, who had remained calm throughout, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

"This catastrophe is the blood of millions of our Human Race soldiers, it is the fall of ten thousand li of our Northern Border territory... and the root cause of all this is merely because of the... existence of him, Chen Zhiwen?"

Fang Tao's voice was filled with questioning and rage.

His words were like a spark, instantly igniting the atmosphere in the hall that had already been stretched to the breaking point.

"Correct!"

A cold, sinister voice rang out. The withered Old Ancestor of the Tianluo Sect slowly opened his eyes, which were like those of a poisonous snake.

"What Sect Master Wang says, this old man deeply agrees with."

He cackled, his voice hoarse and grating.

"A disaster caused by one person, yet the entire Human Race must bear this monstrous Karma; this... is simply too unfair!"

Once these words were spoken, the Old Ancestor of the Great Chu Dynasty, Chu Chaosheng, and several Sect powerhouses whose stances were already inclined towards them, all revealed looks of deep thought and agreement in their eyes.

Gazes, whether open or hidden, whether carrying scrutiny or coldness, all converged on Chen Zhiwen.

The invisible pressure seemed to solidify the Void Realm.

If this were an ordinary Grandmaster, under the gaze of such eyes, they would likely have already suffered a mental breakdown and lost their Dao Heart.