NINE STAR HEGEMON BODY ARTS

Chapter 5779: Secret

The moment Ying Wudao mentioned a secret about the devil race, Luo Yanfeng and the others immediately perked up. Who wouldn’t want to hear something like that?

However, Long Chen simply shook his head. “We owe each other nothing. We are humans, and you are devils. Our races have been mortal enemies for countless ages. You gave me some of your wine, and I gave you some of mine. That makes us even. I have no interest in the devil race’s affairs.”

Ying Wudao was powerful, and Long Chen didn’t want to establish any sort of connection with him. Otherwise, it might become difficult to kill him when the time came.

Long Chen’s hands were already stained with the blood of countless devils. Moreover, the enmity between them was as vast as the sea, so they would always remain enemies.

Luo Yanfeng and the others weren’t disappointed by his stance. On the contrary, they were relieved. Long Chen had made his position clear—no matter the circumstances, the devils were their foes.

“Haha! If you put it that way, then I have even more reason to speak,” Ying Wudao laughed. “Just thinking about these dogs vexes me. Consider this my little act of revenge.”

He then began his tale. During the primal chaos war, his ancestors had been sealed away in a minor world, hidden as a seed of renewal to prevent the complete extinction of the devil race. His lineage, along with others, had escaped the tribulation of that era.

At the time, the rainbow wing race had suffered catastrophic losses. Their experts were nearly wiped out, leaving behind only the weak. They took in hundreds of branches of the devil race, sheltering them in the minor world. At first, things were peaceful. But as time passed and the crisis faded, a new disaster struck.

The various branches of the devil race saw the weakened rainbow wing race as easy prey. Then, they rose in rebellion.

The rainbow wing race possessed the purest emperor bloodline, making them the prime breeding stock in the eyes of the devil race. As a result, men and women from the rainbow wing race became nothing but tools for reproduction.

Ying Wudao’s voice grew hoarse as he spoke. He took a slow sip of wine, but Long Chen noticed his hand trembling slightly. Clearly, his heart was anything but calm.

Luo Yanfeng and the others were dumbstruck. They had thought the internal strife of the violet blood race was sinister enough, but compared to this, it couldn’t even hold a candle.

Ying Wudao continued. After the uprising, the pure-blooded rainbow wing race was essentially wiped out. The current rainbow wing race was nothing more than a mixed-blooded shadow of its former self.

By merging their bloodlines with the rainbow wing race, the various devil races had become significantly stronger. But to the rainbow wing race, it was a desecration of their sacred heritage.

To ensure that their bloodline wouldn’t be entirely lost, the other devil races allowed a small portion of rainbow winged devils to keep their pure bloodline. However, those individuals were kept under heavy surveillance, subjected to constant brainwashing to erase their history. In truth, the higher-ups were afraid of their revenge.

Also, whenever a pureblooded rainbow winged devil grew too strong, they were forced to mate with other races to dilute their bloodline.

Ying Wudao had always been an outlier. He was cunning enough to hide his true strength and endure humiliation, all to gain the trust of the higher-ups. For years, he played the role of a loyal subject, waiting for the right moment to act. In the end, he obtained the trust of certain individuals who allowed him to roam free within the devil race’s inner territory.

. At first, Ying Wudao had planned on directly leaving when the nine heavens opened. But then, the war between the violet blood race and the devil race erupted, and their side started to use special methods to absorb the power of violet blood to strengthen their disciples.

Seeing this, Ying Wudao hoped to receive a share of that power as compensation for his years of service. But in the end, his efforts were meaningless. They gave him nothing and mocked him instead.

At this point in his story, Ying Wudao’s lips curled into a sinister sneer.

He said, “I’ve had enough. I’m leaving, and I won’t be coming back. I had originally planned to kill a few of those dogs on the battlefield as a parting gift, but there are some old monsters lurking deep within our territory. If I provoked them, things could get complicated. I only have one chance to escape, so I was carefully selecting my targets. But then I saw you.”

Ying Wudao stared at Long Chen and continued, “Seeing someone as powerful as you among the violet blood race gives me some satisfaction. Even if I don’t do anything, I know what their fate will be.”

His words left everyone stunned for a moment before amusement set in. No wonder they hadn’t sensed any hostility from Ying Wudao. It turned out the enemy of their enemy was, indeed, their friend.

Ying Wudao despised his own race, yet he was powerless to take revenge. Seeing Long Chen and his group, he was thrilled—because he knew they would do what he could not.

Now that Luo Yanfeng and the others understood the whole story, their wariness toward Ying Wudao faded slightly.

“In other words, you wouldn’t mind even if we killed all the devils here?” probed Luo Yanfeng.

“Of course not. The more you kill, the better,” Ying Wudao said coldly. “Wipe them all out.”

“What about your clansmen?” Luo Ying asked curiously.

“My clansmen?” Ying Wudao sneered. “What about them? They are all brainwashed slaves. They’ve lost the dignity of the rainbow wing race. Killing them would be a mercy. At least then, this disgrace would be buried forever.”

“But we’d still know,” Luo Yanfeng pointed out.

Ying Wudao replied, “You humans have a saying—don’t wash your dirty laundry in public. This matter is the opposite of that. It doesn’t matter if you know, as long as the devil race doesn’t. Given that both sides will fight to the death on sight, it makes no difference whether or not you know. I tell you this because I want you to trust me. And if you do, you might get a chance to annihilate them all in one strike.”

With that, Ying Wudao tossed a sack toward Long Chen, and Long Chen caught it instinctively.

“I’m leaving,” Ying Wudao declared. “If we meet on the battlefield one day, I won’t hold back.”

Finishing the last of his wine, Ying Wudao seemed to ripple like a mirage before vanishing into the void.

Like a specter, Ying Wudao came and went without a trace. This strange movement art gave them chills. It would be dangerous if such an expert set their sights on them.

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