162: Chapter 159 Stunned

This is Zhiwen's Dao!

A path of dominance that pushes forward relentlessly, crushing all enemies!

Any dissuasion, any retreat, would only shake his Dao Heart and become a Heart Demon on his path forward.

Chen Heng opened his mouth, but in the end, it could only turn into a helpless and bitter sigh; the worry in his eyes, however, could not be dispelled no matter what.

Inside the great hall, silence remained.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on Wang Ming.

As the Sect Master of the Zetian Sect and the strongest expert in the Desolate Province, whether Chen Zhiwen's almost insane proposal was feasible depended entirely on his single thought.

Wang Ming sat upright on the throne; he did not speak, only quietly watching Chen Zhiwen.

In those eyes that seemed capable of piercing through eternity, for the first time, an incomparably complex expression appeared.

There was shock, there was appreciation, there was confusion, and even... a trace of anticipation that even he himself had not noticed!

He saw it.

He saw the invincible Aura that soared into the sky from Chen Zhiwen's body when he spoke those words.

That was not a disguise, but a belief truly stemming from his heart!

A belief that he was invincible within the same realm and could sweep away everything!

The balance had truly been broken...

Wang Ming heaved a long sigh in his heart.

But what broke the balance was perhaps not just Chen Zhiwen's talent, but more so his sense of responsibility, daring to bear the entire calamity of the Human Race with his own strength!

For a long, long time.

Under the nervous gazes of everyone, the expression on Wang Ming's ancient and simple face changed several times.

In the end, all the complex emotions in his eyes faded away, turning into a profound calmness.

He slowly stood up from his throne.

This movement made everyone's heart jump into their throats.

"Good."

A single word was uttered from Wang Ming's mouth; it was simple, yet as heavy as Mount Tai.

He looked deeply at Chen Zhiwen; in that gaze, there was a hint of entrustment, and even more, a hint of determination.

"I will convey your words exactly as they are to those old fellows in the North Sea Demon Clan."

"Whether to fight or to make peace, whether to live or to die, it will depend on how they... choose."

Before his voice had even faded, Wang Ming's figure began to blur, as if merging into the light, the wind, and this heaven and earth.

The next instant, he had already disappeared from the great hall, leaving not a single trace of his presence behind.

Only that sentence remained, slowly echoing in the empty and majestic hall.

Wang Ming had left.

He had actually agreed to this insane plan and gone in person to contact the Old Ancestors of the North Sea Demon Clan!

This result left Fang Tao, Chu Chaosheng, and the others completely dumbfounded.

They looked at each other, seeing the confusion and disbelief in each other's eyes.

The development of events had completely exceeded their expectations.

They had intended to use the influence of the Yao Race to pressure Chen Zhiwen, or even the Great Xuan Dynasty, to surrender benefits, or simply to let this major threat "fall" and eliminate future trouble.

But who could have imagined that Chen Zhiwen would not only refuse to submit, but instead, in a way they didn't even dare to imagine, directly flip the chessboard!

He turned himself into the only piece, the only wager!

A high-stakes gamble that staked the fate of the entire Human Race and the Yao Race!

Now, the pressure was no longer on the side of the Human Race.

It was on the side of the North Sea Demon Clan!

Would they dare to accept this challenge?

If they accepted, their dozen-plus Great Grandmasters of the Demon Clan surrounding and killing a Human Race junior in his twenties would be an unheroic victory even if they won, and they would inevitably become a laughingstock of the world! The morale of the Yao Race would also plummet!

But if they lost...

As soon as this thought arose, it was subconsciously extinguished by Fang Tao and the others.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Those were over a dozen Great Grandmasters of the Demon Clan! Among them were terrifying existences like the Biyou Flood Dragon Clan who had lived for thousands of years! No matter how much of a Prodigy Chen Zhiwen was, he had absolutely no chance of survival!

But if they didn't accept...

Then what would their actions of pouring out in full force, breaking through the Northern Border Great Wall at all costs, and slaughtering millions of lives count for?

The Battle Intent and determination they had gathered under the name of "the Human Race Martial God threatening the future of the Yao Race" would crumble instantly in the face of Chen Zhiwen's words, "I will wait here."

To advance was a dilemma.

To retreat was to fall into the abyss!

What a brilliant open scheme!

What a man, Chen Zhiwen!

Realizing all of this, when Fang Tao, Chu Chaosheng, and the others looked at that black-robed figure again, for the first time, besides wariness, a trace of... fear arose in their eyes.

This young man not only had terrifying strength, but his intellect and courage were also monstrous to the extreme!

He wasn't gambling with his life at all.

He was... attacking their hearts!

The atmosphere inside the great hall became incomparably strange.

The previous tension had long since vanished, replaced by a suffocating silence.

Chen Heng walked quickly to Chen Zhiwen's side, his lips moving, his eyes filled with worry and urgency.

"Zhiwen, you..."

"Old Ancestor, rest assured."

Chen Zhiwen turned around and smiled slightly at Chen Heng; that smile was as calm as ever, as if the person who had just made that earth-shattering decision was not him at all.

"I have my own measures."

The more he was like this, the more uneasy Chen Heng felt in his heart.

He knew Chen Zhiwen's personality too well; seemingly calm, but actually domineering to the bone. Once he decided on something, even nine bulls couldn't pull him back.

"But..."

"Old Ancestor." Chen Zhiwen interrupted him, his gaze becoming incomparably serious, "Do you trust me?"

Chen Heng looked at those eyes that were as deep as the starry sky, and the words that had reached his lips were blocked once again.

Did he trust him?

Of course he trusted him!

From the time Chen Zhiwen first emerged, to growing step by step into the current "Martial God", he had created too many miracles.

But this time... the opponent was different from before!

In the end, thousands of words only turned into a heavy sigh.

"Sigh... be careful in everything."

Chen Zhiwen nodded heavily, then turned around, his gaze sweeping over the people in the hall with their varied expressions.

"Everyone."

His voice sounded again.

"The matter of the Yao Race can come to a temporary pause."

"Next, should we also talk about... the internal affairs of the Human Race?"

As his voice fell, an Aura even colder and sharper than before slowly rose from his body.

Fang Tao, Chu Chaosheng, and the others felt their hearts jump; an extremely bad premonition welled up in their hearts.

They looked at Chen Zhiwen's indifferent eyes, only feeling as if they had been targeted by a peerless Vicious Beast that had walked out from the primordial wilderness.