Would they really start a lethal fight against these Martial Kings, who were like the cornerstones of the Star War Battlefield and the senior executives of human society? Why? This was tantamount to destroying the secret, unofficial agreement between the Federal Human Race and the Beast Clan. As someone with some knowledge of these matters, Tao Zhu felt his future looked incredibly bleak just thinking about it. If his Family found out he was mixed up in this, they would skin him alive even if they didn't kill him. But when Tao Zhu considered the possible aftermath, he immediately had a disastrous realization. He was about to die very soon. He had no time to worry about the cataclysm that might follow his death! He was about to become a traitor to the Human Race…

Suddenly, Tao Zhu steeled himself. What the hell, the situation has already escalated to this point. There's no turning back. At worst, I'll just die here. If the elder can survive, the secret will be safe. If the elder can't survive, and I die too, then our actions can't be confirmed, and at most, it will just be a covert conflict. It would be just like the Beast Nest Sky Curtain. Even if the Beast Clan deployed thirty-seven sky curtains, once their mission was completed, there would be no way to hold them accountable, even if the Human Race tried. Accuse the Beast Clan? Heh, all evidence would have long since vanished. All the Federation could do would be to fall into endless quibbling…

Therefore, a sense of fatalism settled deep within Tao Zhu, yet his body surged with a sudden burst of fighting spirit. No matter how I look at it, there seems to be no chance of survival. So, we fight! Even if I die, I'll drag a beast down with me. The Human Race cannot die without earning military merit!

So, he immediately turned to Wang Zhan, his expression resolute, and said in a deep voice, "Elder, don't you want to wipe them out? I was useless earlier, and you must have found me laughable. But rest assured, Elder, I've thought it through! Let me, a youth of the Federation, lend you a hand and display the might of our Human Race!"

Wang Zhan was slightly taken aback, a trace of surprise flickering in his eyes as he looked at Tao Zhu curiously. Are you really that bold? You haven't just thought it through; you've resigned yourself to death, haven't you?

Suddenly, Wang Zhan paused. It seems I've used "again" again... Ah, this damn sense of identification with the Human Race always manages to move me.

Therefore, to avoid exposing his own identity and to prevent this elder from doubting his status as an 'unworldly expert,' Wang Zhan's mind raced, and in the blink of an eye, he had formulated his response.

Though Wang Zhan's gaze had seemed a bit peculiar to Tao Zhu a second ago, in the very next instant, Wang Zhan spoke righteously, "You are not needed just yet; I am enough! As a Martial King of the Human Race, an elite of the Federation, and the pillar of your Family, you should continue to grow stronger, always stronger. So don't worry, I will definitely get you out of here.

"Of course, before that, we have to deal with this little trouble in front of us…"

Wang Zhan smiled, his eyes catching a large black shadow howling under the moonlight as it charged furiously towards him. The Martial Kings chasing them were powerful and exceptionally talented, but they lacked any particular talent for speed and were quickly left behind by Wang Zhan. This emphasis on specific talents wasn't as pronounced in the Federation, but it was glaringly obvious on the Star War Battlefield. This was because every powerful race here represented at least one major achievement stemming from a bloodline talent.

Observing Wang Zhan's nonchalant demeanor and steadfast gaze, Tao Zhu felt deeply moved and immensely grateful. This is a true pillar of the Human Race!

Immediately, he said with a solemn and respectful expression, "Elder, rest assured! If you're truly planning something big, just count me in! Although my cultivation is ordinary, I too possess a heart dedicated to fighting for the Human Race. I absolutely will not disappoint you!"

But what he didn't know was that while Wang Zhan appeared nonchalant and as steady as a mountain, inwardly he was panicking like a cornered old dog.

For instance, just as the black shadow, which was clearly incredibly fast, was about to reach him—THUD! Wang Zhan, while dodging, was abruptly struck, and a hole was torn in his waist.

Damn it, can't beat it, run…

Of course, Tao Zhu witnessed this scene as well. His eyes widened in shock as he realized Wang Zhan's body had actually become one of pure energy. This made him nervous and pale, yet Wang Zhan remained unfazed, the wound already healing rapidly.

Still, out of concern, he hurriedly asked, "Elder, are you okay?"

BANG! Wang Zhan shot skyward once more, the wings behind him like an engine. He laughed heartily, "Don't worry, this insignificant beast can't trouble me! HA HA HA HA… If it weren't for a few minor setbacks, I'd have minced it by now…"

In mid-air, Wang Zhan's boisterous and defiant laughter echoed in all directions, startling countless beasts.

"ROAR…"

"Human, you're courting death!"

The one who spoke was the enormous Falcon King pursuing from behind, an unstoppable force wherever it passed.

Right at this moment, the Martial Kings trailing the Falcon King, including the Nine-headed Serpent, had been left far behind. However, facing two beings who also possessed extraordinary talent in speed, the relentless Nine-headed Serpent had an ugly expression, its colossal body and three heads beginning to seethe with frustration.

If I had reached the royal level, how could I be toyed with like this by two youngsters! Therefore, with this burning resolve, the Nine-headed Serpent pursued even more desperately.

It had realized that the mysterious human figure, though its aura wasn't overwhelmingly powerful, possessed energy of exceptionally high purity. Perhaps it's an old monster from the Human Race. If I can capture him, even if I don't reach the royal level, I might still receive a boon from the Imperial City. This is practically a heaven-sent opportunity! Therefore, the mysterious man… Wang Zhan's clone… must die!

「Half a moment went by.」

About twenty kilometers from the clone's location, Wang Zhan's true body slowly descended from the sky. Behind him, a massive white wolf, which had been fervently chasing him, also landed behind Wang Zhan, looking as if it were about to howl at the moon.

"I can only escort you this far! That area is a battlefield for Martial Kings; I cannot enter!"

Unbeknownst to others, at this very moment, these two beings from different races, a man and a wolf, had truly reached an agreement. Exposure of this agreement might not be critical for Wang Zhan, but for the Blood Wolf King, it would undoubtedly mean a gruesome death, leaving not even an intact body.

Wang Zhan turned to look at it, his gaze serene. No ripple of emotion stirred within him. The battlefield roughly twenty kilometers away, or the fact that his clone and Tao Zhu had nearly died multiple times at the hands of the Falcon King, did not faze him in the slightest.

He only said in a deep voice, "Rest assured! I will do what I promised. However, if I discover you have deceived me, I swear to you, even if I cannot kill you myself, your Blood Wolf Clan will not be allowed to survive in this region!"

The Blood Wolf King remained impassive, a silver glint reflecting off its fangs. "I know! The great Families of the Human Race… Heh, such heritage is truly formidable! Even among the myriad types within our Beast Clan, aside from those exalted clans, none can compare to yours!"

The Blood Wolf King did not linger. This place was about to become a battlefield for Martial Kings. As a member of the Beast Clan, its clandestine meeting with Wang Zhan today was a grave transgression, a betrayal of the entire Beast Clan.

But what does it matter to me? The Blood Wolf tribe now only has me, Yu Huan, as its sole prominent powerhouse, and only this single branch of the clan remains. The others have almost all perished on the Star War Battlefield. So, if not now, when? Was I to simply wait for death? Besides, did those high and mighty Beast Clan lords think I, Yu Huan, the Blood Wolf King, feared they would annihilate this last vestige of the Blood Wolf lineage, just because I didn't want to passively await extinction? What a joke!

Wang Zhan silently watched it depart. At the same time, he was sensing the profound frustration and helpless torment within the heart of a king. It was the king of the Blood Wolf Clan; it should have been fighting proudly on the Star War Battlefield. Yet now, its path forward was obstructed, forcing it to pass a dagger to an enemy from behind, solely wishing that this enemy would strike down its own nemesis!

Ta Qing… the Hyena Clan… Wang Zhan mused, a strange arc forming on his lips. Good, very interesting! This small favor was guaranteed to secure the finest bloodline of the Blood Wolf Clan for him; how could he possibly object?

As for Yu Huan mistaking him for a scion of a powerful, ancient Family within human society, Wang Zhan had no issue with that. Let the misunderstanding continue. How many beautiful things in this world begin with a beautiful misunderstanding?

He had never expected that such enticing information lay hidden behind these jungles. No wonder that Wang Zhan, despite being new to the Star War Battlefield, had already provoked nine King-level entities, one of whom was on the verge of breaking through to the royal level. He also understood now why that three-headed monstrous serpent had been pursuing him so relentlessly.

"Hmph, since you provoked me, don't blame me for stirring up trouble. Bah, to hell with enduring! Time to advance directly! Jie jie jie…"

In a split second, a miraculous aura erupted from Wang Zhan. Though it appeared faint and unstable, it seemed to contain immense, terrifying power. At that very instant, the vast and dense Spiritual Energy in the air swirled like a vortex, madly surging into Wang Zhan's body and transforming into a colossal force that threatened to rupture his meridians.

The next moment, BOOM! It felt as if something within Wang Zhan's body had broken through an incredibly vital barrier. With this, his vital energy, his roiling killing intent, the pervasive moonlight, and even the ubiquitous shadows—all seemed to tremble.

Martial Master Level Five, Martial Master Level Six, Martial Master Level Seven...

It was a natural progression. Instantly, a System Panel displaying incredibly pleasing data appeared before Wang Zhan:

Host: Wang Zhan

Domain: 1

Limit: 0

Strength: 8,400

Agility: 8,400

Physique: 8,400

Charm: 240

Wisdom: 300

Mental power: 34,992+

A true metamorphosis!

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