Chapter 154: The Ancient Clan's Assassins Arrive

Di Shitian abruptly turned around, facing all the powerful figures of the demon clan assembled in the arena: "Brave warriors of the demon clan, I believe you all heard Fairy Tantai's words just now. The ancient clan has mobilized their entire forces to attack our demon clan, and our demon clan has truly reached a moment of life and death. As for Fairy Tantai's wisdom, I am certain that everyone present has long since heard of it.

The strategy she proposed just now is simply brilliant, and it is the only way to save our demon clan. Therefore..."

"Ancestor, there is no need to elaborate further."

A demon elder immediately stepped forward and said in a loud voice, "As long as we can successfully protect Young Master Chen, his daughter, and the rest of our demon kin, I am willing to pay the price with my life!"

According to the strategy proposed by Tantai Wushuang, the demon clan's Venerables of Great Evolution, along with the peak pinnacle experts, would take the vanguard, charging aggressively through the ranks of the ancient clan's experts. Naturally, these individuals would have zero chance of survival and would ultimately be slaughtered by the ancient clan.

"I am also willing to fight the ancient clan to the death!"

Another powerful demon figure stepped out.

"Even if I die, I will drag a few of those ancient bastards down to hell with me!"

Another demon warrior stepped out.

"Die in battle—that is the finest destination for a cultivator. To die for the demon clan is the supreme glory of our people!"

Another demon expert stepped out.

"Haha, those turtle-spawn of the ancient clan dare to attack our demon clan? We'll make sure none of them return alive!"

Another demon warrior stepped out.

Another demon warrior stepped out...

The entire arena suddenly fell into a dead silence, broken only by the fierce and resonant battle cries echoing from the demon experts as they stepped forward one after another.

The demon cultivators below the Realm of Approaching Dao clenched their fists tightly, keeping their lips sealed, their faces etched with grief and indignation.

In a chaotic melee, these individuals possessed the highest level of strength and should have theoretically had the greatest chance of survival in the end. Yet, to ensure the safe evacuation of the others, they willingly volunteered to act as cannon fodder.

In the blink of an eye, over a hundred people had stepped forward, every single one of them wearing an expression that defied death.

As an ancient and formidable race, the demon clan possessed several Venerables of Great Evolution, while the rest were all powerhouses of the Approaching Dao Realm.

Chen Changsheng held tightly to little Chen Die'er's small hand as he looked at the hundred-plus demon experts preparing to sacrifice themselves as cannon fodder. A wave of overwhelming emotion surged uncontrollably within his chest.

As a transmigrator from Earth, this was the first time he had ever witnessed such a deeply touching scene. The blood in his veins boiled faintly, while an inevitable surge of resentment arose in his mind:

Blame that utterly useless Divine Realm system! If it had even given me a proper starting tutorial... Oh well, what an absolute joke!

"Very well!"

Di Shitian's gaze was like lightning as it slowly swept across the hundred-odd demon experts before him. He suddenly spoke in a booming voice, "I am also a Venerable of Great Evolution. Therefore, I shall live and die alongside you all!"

"Ancestor!"

"Ancestor, you must not! You are the lord of our race! If you fall, the entire demon clan will collapse!"

Everyone in the demon arena turned pale with shock.

"At this juncture of life and death for the demon clan, how could I, as your ancestor, cower in survival?"

Di Shitian shook his head, his gaze unwavering and resolute. "My mind is made up. There is no need to try and persuade me."

"Ancestor."

Chen Changsheng finally spoke up, offering a faint smile to Di Shitian. "Although I am merely a mortal, I am not a soft persimmon to be kneaded at will. Furthermore, I am the very catalyst for this great war. Now that the ancient clan has descended upon us with their entire might, how could I possibly allow a group of elite demon warriors to be sacrificed just to buy my survival?"

"Young Master Chen, absolutely not!"

Di Shitian turned pale with shock and hurriedly waved his hands. "You and your daughter must evacuate immediately!"

Young Master Chen was their demon clan's only hope of entering that world of immortals and gods; how could he possibly let him stay here? Once Chen fell in battle, everything would be finished.

"Young Master Chen, please do not act on mere impulse."

Tantai Wushuang said with deep anxiety, "When the time comes, leave with me. I can certainly guarantee your safety."

"Fairy Tantai, thank you for your kind intentions."

Chen Changsheng shook his head. "However, it is truly unnecessary. I happen to be someone who holds a trump card."

"A trump card?"

At these words, Tantai Wushuang, Di Shitian, and all the demon members present wore expressions of utter bewilderment.

"That's right."

Mu Wanqing slightly puffed out her full chest, a trace of proud arrogance blooming across her stunning little face. "Young Master Chen possesses a trump card indeed. Since the people of the ancient clan wish to attack, let them come ahead."

They were, of course, well aware of the Blood Demon Ancestor. Aside from the Blood Demon Ancestor, Young Master Chen and his daughter were themselves supreme powerhouses—it was just that Young Master Chen remained completely oblivious to his own strength.

Heh heh, let the ancient clan's experts come as many as they like.

"Miss Mu's words are entirely correct. It won't be so easy for the ancient clan to take Young Master Chen hostage and destroy the demon clan."

The Holy Empress also let out a proud and cold hum. She, too, belonged to the demon clan, having merely married into the Spring and Autumn Holy Land in the past in order to guard the Demon Emperor's Tomb.

Seeing that even the Holy Empress spoke with such conviction, Tantai Wushuang, Di Shitian, and the others grew increasingly suspicious.

Young Master Chen came from the Realm of the Gods; even if he himself was merely an ordinary person, he should indeed possess some terrifying backing of his own.

Chen Changsheng rubbed his chin, looking entirely confident. "I think everyone here can drop the idea of fleeing. Since the ancient clan is attacking, we shall simply fight them to the death!"

As he spoke, the blood within his veins began to boil slightly. Large-scale wars of this magnitude always filled him with an inexplicable sense of excitement.

Tantai Wushuang, Di Shitian, and the others felt their breath catch in their throats: "..."

Just at that moment...

They saw the distant horizon suddenly blossom with dense, swarming specks of black.

"The people of the ancient clan have come to slaughter us!"

Immediately, someone in the arena shouted loudly.

"The ancient clan is invading! Prepare for battle!"

Di Shitian roared.

In an instant, the blood within the veins of everyone present felt like boiling water, surging to its absolute limit.

An unprecedented, epic war was about to begin!

Every single member of the demon clan widened their eyes to the utmost, their faces filled with a murderous aura. Their burning blood made their temples throb violently.

On the horizon, the experts of the ancient clan approached at terrifying speed. Within mere breaths, their figures became clearly visible.

Leading the charge was none other than the Ancient Emperor.

Under the Ancient Emperor's leadership, nearly one hundred thousand ancient clan experts rushed toward them like a vast, oppressive black cloud blotting out the skies.

"Brave warriors of the demon clan, get ready!"

The Ancient Emperor roared fiercely, monstrous battle intent blazing within his eyes.

Instantly, terrifying auras surged forth from the bodies of every demon expert in the arena, as if they intended to grind this entire patch of space into fine powder.

Chen Changsheng held tightly to Chen Die'er's hand, raising his head to gaze at the surging tide of ancient clan members charging across the sky. Even though he was "merely a mortal," the blood within his veins was boiling to its absolute peak.

This scene was far more shocking and awe-inspiring than the time the Spring and Autumn Holy Land had attacked the Byzantium Holy Land.