Immortal of the Ages

Zu Wei, the girl in the black and white dress, spoke coldly once more, "As for this so-called battle between good and evil, your Dragon Devil Clan should stop making a mockery of it. Your rise was built upon countless wronged souls and corpses—I have all the data. With so many watching now, if I expose everything, won't your performance be for nothing? Seeing how much your wife has suffered from that celestial slave, I truly can't bear to let you return empty-handed."

Her words were like another slap, striking the Young Dragon Lord square in the face. This time, she was rubbing salt into the wound.

"So now, are you still going to pin labels on me? For years, it has been our Ancestral Land maintaining order in the Heavenly Deity Stellar River, not you. Don't pretend to be saints before us; you don't even have a decent ancestral tomb."

Once she began, Zu Wei showed no mercy. She glanced toward the Extreme Yin Star and smiled faintly. "I wasn't interested in the Extreme Yin Star at first, but now someone holds the Personal Pledges from 250 captives. If I take over here and command those captives, how much territory would I instantly control? The Grand Assembly Arena is all about conquering lands. Don't act righteous in front of me—you are the Dragon Devil Clan, not sanctimonious hypocrites!"

Her straightforward words cut deep, piercing through pretense. With the weight of her clan's heritage, she dismantled the Young Dragon Lord's methods of winning hearts and minds, exposing his use of justice to mislead the masses.

It would have been better if the Young Dragon Lord hadn't mentioned justice. Bringing it up only humiliated him further. Due to the high attention, his two main objectives—upholding justice and showing love for his wife—had both gone up in smoke.

The former was ruined by Zu Wei, the latter lost to Yun Xiao.

At that moment, though the battlefield was ablaze, the atmosphere plunged into icy silence. The Dragon Devil Clan members and their followers felt as if knives were twisting in their hearts. They could hardly imagine how stifled and aggrieved the Young Dragon Lord must have felt.

Everything had been going so smoothly. With strategies in hand and allies at every turn—a 500-strong army of geniuses, a lion hunting a rabbit...

Yet, they kept hitting walls. Before they could throw a single punch, they were already bruised and battered. What was happening?

Zu Wei's sudden appearance and firm stance were clearly tied to Yun Xiao's heaven-defying performance. The Young Dragon Lord was now facing the backlash of forsaking 11 Empyrean Emperor Sect allies for the sake of pride, suffering at Zu Wei's hands.

Realizing this, one could see how his fury boiled over—beyond what any ordinary man could bear.

"Young Dragon Lord, a warrior can be killed but not humiliated. We're willing to fight to the death with you—to slay Zu Wei, Meng Huan, and those sanctimonious hypocrites, then destroy Yun Xiao, seize Feng Yao, and wash away our shame, openly and honorably!" Long Zhaochuan was already ablaze with anger; his eyes locked onto the Young Dragon Lord, his voice seething.

Not just him—the other members of the Dragon Devil Clan felt the same. They could no longer stand it.

Meanwhile, the 100 followers exchanged uneasy glances. They looked in bewilderment at Zu Wei's elite force of over 100 elite talents, then down at the Extreme Yin Star's 250 geniuses below.

Unless they were fools, they knew that if the Young Dragon Lord chose to fight two opponents at once, he'd be courting death. Moreover, they were certain to become cannon fodder.

In that moment, while the Dragon Devil Clan continued to roar, these followers felt their legs trembling subconsciously. Intentional or not, they wanted to retreat to the back of the crowd, aiming simply to survive.

"Senior Sister Zu Wei, Junior Brother Meng Huan, Senior Brothers Mu Zixiao and Mu Zhilu," Hai Qing stepped forward and softly called out, her face lit with joy.

With that single line, she said nothing more, but it perfectly revealed that their relationship was not as simple as Zu Wei had claimed.

Although Zu Wei didn't respond, Mu Zixiao, Mu Zhilu, and Meng Huan all smiled and nodded toward Hai Qing and her six sisters.

This was a signal.

In an instant, the Dragon Devil Clan and the Young Dragon Lord's followers understood: there was no such thing as two factions fighting over one. The Extreme Yin Star and Zu Wei's group were on the same side. If a battle broke out, who would suffer? Ɽ

"Young Dragon Lord, no matter what, we are willing to fight alongside you to the death, to preserve our might and honor!" Seeing some people starting to slip away behind him, Long Zhaochuan grew anxious and deliberately spoke loudly for all to hear.

"Fight to the death?" The Young Dragon Lord suddenly asked with a smile.

"Ah?" Long Zhaochuan was completely stunned.

After a double humiliation, even though he wasn't the Young Dragon Lord himself, he was already furious enough to risk his life.

Yet the Young Dragon Lord smiled, appearing carefree, as if all his anger had vanished. Was he a bottomless pit, a professional at enduring humiliation?

Long Zhaochuan stood there like a block of wood. The other members of the Dragon Devil Clan were much the same. They had all been ready to go all out, to vent this pent-up anger.

"Young Dragon Lord, you..." Long Zhaochuan's voice trembled.

"For the sake of momentary pride, you would ruin a lifetime's future." The Young Dragon Lord took a light breath and smiled again. He cast a contemptuous glance at the Extreme Yin Star and Zu Wei's group, saying, "We, the Southern Divine Dragon Realm, have five Young Dragon Lords in the Grand Assembly Arena and thousands of followers. We clearly have the power to crush the entire field. Why rush now, insisting on showing off in a minor skirmish, sacrificing my brothers' lives for my personal humiliation?"

Hearing this, Long Zhaochuan and the others felt both proud and moved. They had always admired the Young Dragon Lord, but now they admired him even more, prostrating themselves in admiration, calling him the Enduring Dragon.

"A temporary setback is not a bad thing. Preserving our forces allows us to make a comeback. There will always be a day when we slay the unworthy and claim dominance. Why should I care about a few moments of humiliation, falling into the enemy's trap, sinking deeper, and losing everything?"

The Young Dragon Lord lifted his head slightly, having completely freed himself. He cast a contemptuous glance at Yun Xiao, Feng Yao, Zu Wei, and the others. In his hand, four flying talismans silently shot forth.

Cupping his hands, he smiled at Zu Wei. "Since the honorable members of the Ancestral Land are interested in the Extreme Yin Star, we, of humble status and meager strength, shall wisely retreat. Farewell, everyone. Until we meet again."

With those words, he swallowed his immense humiliation and turned away instantly, not looking at anyone, striding off into the distance.

"Young Dragon Lord!"

Members of the Dragon Devil Clan followed, their hearts heavy and conflicted.

They couldn't, like the Young Dragon Lord, digest such fury so easily. Their eyes were bloodshot as they glared back at the Extreme Yin Star and Zu Wei, their gazes filled with venomous hatred.

Indeed, they would definitely return. As for the followers, they all breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how great the Young Dragon Lord's humiliation was, they had at least saved their own cannon-fodder lives.

Originally, it was 500 versus 9. Who could have predicted they'd become cannon fodder in an instant?

Life was unpredictable. And the most unpredictable of all was the Young Dragon Consort, Shen Nanyin.

Before the Grand Assembly of Myriad Sects began, she had stood atop the Extreme Yin Star, mocking Yun Xiao as incompetent and cowardly, brimming with arrogance and self-importance.

But now, her own husband hadn't looked at her once from start to finish. She had become the greatest humiliation for the Young Dragon Lord and all the men of the Southern Divine Dragon Realm, with no face left to show.

Where was her future? Her heart was utterly empty, filled with fear. Like a walking corpse, pale tears streaming down her face, she followed distantly behind the Young Dragon Lord. Her steps were unsteady, her delicate body swaying like a wandering soul. She couldn't have been more miserable.

A proud swan, humiliated by a toad of a celestial slave, before the entire Samsara Galaxy. No matter where she went, she endured strange looks from others.

But at least she had the Young Dragon Lord to share these years of unbearable humiliation.

As for the fact that the Young Dragon Lord could endure at such a moment—whether he would become a coward and a laughingstock or be praised as a king of endurance and ruthlessness—only time would tell.

After they left, suddenly, someone laughed.

The laughter came from Bai Ao. He clutched his stomach, laughing uproariously, nearly delirious with joy; even his sister Bai Lu couldn't stop him.

Bai Lu had been anxious, but then laughter erupted all around—not only from those beside her but also from the disciples of the Ancestral Land and Nine Yin Soul Sea.

They couldn't hold back any longer.

"Hahaha!"

In an instant, laughter spread from the Extreme Yin Star to the Million Starlight Palace. It was a moment of collective celebration. Needless to say, the faces of the Southern Divine Dragon Realm's experts were dark beyond measure.

"Senior Sister Zu Wei!"

At this moment, Hai Qing and her six sisters, faces full of joy and gratitude, approached the noble and proud girl in the black and white dress.

In fact, Zu Wei was younger than they were, but ability came first.

High above in the starry void, Mu Zixiao and the others all wore smiles, while Zu Wei's expression beneath her veil remained cold as ice, unchanging through the ages.