167: I didn't want to go back alive.

Thinking of the relationship between Su Changqing and Gu Xiran, Chu Xuan couldn't even look Gu Xiran in the eye.

Could she... could she really serve Su Changqing alongside Revered Master?

If this were to get out, it would probably shock all the Human Race Martial Artists on the Heavenly Martial Continent into a crisp.

Gu Xiran nodded in satisfaction.

Her three Disciples were indeed exceptionally outstanding.

Now, Chu Xuan had also successfully achieved a Breakthrough to the Early Stage of the Supreme Realm, taking a solid step forward.

"Although you've had a Breakthrough to the Supreme Realm, you must not be careless. You should consolidate your cultivation on Lingyun Peak during this period.

With me overseeing you, I can help correct any issues when necessary."

Upon hearing Gu Xiran's words, the former Chu Xuan would have agreed without hesitation, filled with joy.

But now, knowing the relationship between Su Changqing and Gu Xiran, Chu Xuan hesitated.

She was silent for a moment, then spoke?

"No... no, Revered Master, I'll return to Feiyun City to cultivate in seclusion. There's no need for Revered Master to trouble herself."

Hearing Chu Xuan's refusal, Gu Xiran was stunned.

Why did her Disciple seem a bit off?

However, due to her personality, she wouldn't force her Disciple. Therefore, Gu Xiran didn't say anything:

"Very well, since you wish to return, then go back to Feiyun City and cultivate in seclusion."

"Yes!"

After Chu Xuan finished speaking, Gu Xiran walked out.

Seeing Revered Master walk away, Su Changqing grinningly set up a Formation, isolating external sounds and probes, so even Revered Master couldn't detect anything.

Then, he swiftly pulled Chu Xuan into his embrace.

"Hehe, Senior Sister, a hug..."

Su Changqing leaned in, grinning, and whispered softly into Chu Xuan's ear, his gentle voice exhaling Qi, making her feel a little tingly.

Chu Xuan: "... ... ..."

Just as Su Changqing and Chu Xuan were sharing an intimate moment, a great battle was about to begin on the Heavenly Martial Continent.

The Fire Demon King was completely enraged. He brought over a dozen Saint Realm Experts and charged towards the territory of Ying Zhao. Two Late Stage Saint Realm Experts erupted into a terrifying battle.

Countless Martial Artists perished.

However, since it was in the Yao Race's territory, the Fire Demon King suffered a slight disadvantage.

Forced to retreat to the Demon Race's territory, he grew angrier the more he thought about it. Thus, he directly ignited a war between the Yao Race and the Demon Race.

Several Late Stage Saint Realm Experts from the Demon Race joined forces and charged towards the Yao Race.

The Yao Race was not to be outdone. Although Ying Zhao had caused the trouble, they couldn't just stand by.

After all, a Demon Saint represented the face of the Yao Race, and after the previous war with the God Race, one Demon Saint had already fallen. Now, Ying Zhao absolutely could not fall.

Therefore, the two top-tier races, the Yao Race and the Demon Race, directly went to war.

However, the overall combat strength of the Demon Race was slightly weaker than the Yao Race, and the number of Experts was also inferior to the Yao Race. Therefore, apart from an initial victory, the Demon Race continuously suffered losses in subsequent battles.

Just when everyone thought the Demon Race was doomed to lose, the God Race entered the fray!

In the last war with the Yao Race, the God Race and the Yao Race had formed a deadly enmity. After all, the God Race's Primordial Spirit God King was killed by the Yao Race. Although the God Race had avenged themselves, they still couldn't swallow that Qi.

This war between the Yao Race and the Demon Race was an excellent opportunity.

After the God Race entered, the scales of war instantly reversed.

The nine Great Demon Saints of the Yao Race were suppressed, and the Yao Race's army suffered heavy casualties.

At this moment, at the Yao Race's main camp!

"Damn it, those guys from the God Race have also joined the war! With the God Race and Demon Race allied, our Yao Race has no power to fight back."

Ji Meng Demon Saint angrily pounded the table, his eyes flashing with endless fury.

"Exactly! How dare the God Race and Demon Race ally! This is outrageous!"

"At worst, we'll fight to the death! Our Yao Race will never surrender!"

"Exactly!"

"......"

All the Demon Saints spoke up one after another.

Want the Yao Race to surrender?

Impossible!

These Great Demons represented the face of the Yao Race, so naturally, they couldn't surrender.

However, just then, Ying Zhao stepped forward. He looked at the Demon Saints. For some reason, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he said in a deep voice:

"This matter started because of me. Our Yao Race has already suffered millions of casualties. If we continue fighting, our Yao Race's foundation will be completely shattered."

"So, it's time for me to end this!"

After speaking, Ying Zhao had a look of determination to die, his eyes radiating an unprecedented resolve.

The other Demon Saints naturally understood Ying Zhao's meaning. They all stood up and spoke solemnly.

"No, I don't agree!"

Bai Ze Demon Saint was the first to stand up.

"Exactly, Ying Zhao, what if the God Race and Demon Race ally? What does our Yao Race have to fear?"

"That's right, at worst, we all die together. Even if our Yao Race perishes, we will never abandon you."

"Indeed, with tens of thousands of years of brotherhood between us, I cannot possibly watch you go to your death!"

"......."

Facing Ying Zhao's request, the other eight Demon Saints immediately stood up in opposition.

Letting Ying Zhao go to his death by himself? Absolutely impossible!

Upon hearing this, a warm current surged through Ying Zhao's heart. Two lines of clear tears streamed down his red-rimmed eyes, but the emotion in his heart grew even more resolute. He couldn't let all of the Yao Race be buried with him.

"Boss Bai Ze, everyone, please take good care of my descendants. I'm going!"

With that, Ying Zhao, disregarding the obstruction of the Demon Saints, spread his wings, vibrated slightly, and flew towards the sky.

Seeing this, Bai Ze and the other Demon Saints were instantly shocked and immediately gave chase.

However, Ying Zhao's speed was too fast, and his determination to die was unusually clear.

He burned his essence blood and flew towards the battlefield, looking down disdainfully at the battlefield, where Yao Race corpses lay everywhere. His heart couldn't help but feel even more sorrowful.

"Fire Demon King, get out here!"

Ying Zhao was furious and roared sharply, his terrifying voice instantly sweeping across the entire sky. Countless Martial Artists were startled upon hearing it.

Before long, the Fire Demon King shot out from the Demon Race's camp. Wherever he went, countless flames shot out, scorching the surrounding space.

"Ying Zhao, you killed my descendants. Today, you will surely die!"

The Fire Demon King snorted coldly.

However, Ying Zhao burst into laughter:

"What a joke! It was clearly you, Fire Demon King, who ambushed my eldest son Ying Jue first. I only killed your five descendants for revenge. Today, I, this Demon Saint, will kill you to avenge my son!"

The Fire Demon King cursed:

"Bullshit! When did I ambush your son!"

Ying Zhao sneered. He had long since found clues, and all of this was definitely related to the Fire Demon King, so he didn't bother to explain.

"Die!"

Ying Zhao grunted, then, burning with surging essence blood, he charged towards the Fire Demon King.

"Rumble!"

In an instant, the entire sky trembled.

All the Yao Race, God Race, and Demon Race Martial Artists were watching this epic battle.

Every move of Ying Zhao carried endless fury, determined to kill the Fire Demon King.

Although the Fire Demon King was strong, he was still slightly inferior to Ying Zhao, especially Ying Zhao, who was now determined to die!

"Damn it, are you freaking insane?!"

The Fire Demon King's expression changed drastically, and he cursed angrily.

"Today, I have no intention of returning alive!"

After Ying Zhao finished speaking, he roared, with wings on his back and tiger stripes on his body, a profound Qi emanated from him. His combat strength, fueled by burning essence blood, reached its Peak at this moment.