"You can't beat me here," Zhu Que said bluntly.
The old man smiled bitterly because he knew that he couldn't beat Zhu Que here. Just the foundation of Zhu Que's Residence over tens of thousands of years was enough to make him suffer.
If they were outside Zhu Que's Residence, he would have some confidence. But inside Zhu Que's Residence, if Zhu Que really wanted to kill him, she could do it with just a flick of her finger.
"Even if I can't beat you, I still have to fight!" The old man straightened his back and a purple light flashed in his eyes.
"Sigh …" The Vermilion Bird sighed.
The old man suddenly took two steps back. Then, his thin and weak body started to tremble slightly. It was as if he had experienced something terrifying in that instant.
"Do you still want to fight?" Zhu Que asked.
"I admit defeat." The old man let out a long sigh. His forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Lan Yuheng was confused as he watched from the side. The strong man beside him was even more incredulous. The two of them hadn't even fought, so how could they admit defeat?
Only Ye Tianze knew that the two of them had already fought. It was just that both of them had controlled their power to the smallest extent possible so that it didn't spread out.
This kind of battle was much more difficult than a grand battle. First of all, one had to control their power so that it didn't spread out.
In an open battle, there was no need to control the power from spreading out. Naturally, the power would be unleashed without restraint.
But what Ye Tianze felt just now was a battle that he couldn't feel. But the battle was happening right in front of him.
But what surprised him wasn't Zhu Que, but the old man's strength. To be able to control his power so steadily in such a small battle, it was obvious how strong this person was.
"You are worthy of the name of the Futian Clan," Zhu Que said.
"But I still lost." The old man didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his failure, nor did he feel ashamed. Instead, he felt a little lucky. "Since I was born, I was able to feel Zhu Que's power. I can die without regrets!"
"Zhu Que wasn't the weakest among the four human mansions, but she wasn't the strongest either. How could she die without regrets?" Zhu Que said, "The name of the Futian Clan has been buried for too long. Are you really going to keep sinking like this?"
When the old man heard this, he fell into deep thought. He raised his head, and his gaze was incomparably complicated. He thought of his past glory, but there was also sadness and helplessness in his heart.
"I'm afraid …" The old man sighed, his eyes filled with helplessness. "I can only sink into oblivion!"
The Vermillion Bird looked at him in surprise, her eyes filled with astonishment. This was a powerful tribe that had once hunted down the Sorcerer Tribe.
The best warrior of the human race!
But Zhu Que saw helplessness and sadness in his eyes. That feeling made Zhu Que feel a little helpless. She couldn't help but want to ask, what exactly did they go through?
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Zhu Que asked. She completely put away the strong aura she had just now.
The old man looked at her, but shook his head. "If you really want to help me, then let this young man dissolve his contract with my young master. I will be very grateful!"
When the old man lowered his head, Zhu Que felt very uncomfortable. She turned to Ye Tianze and said, "Dissolve the contract!"
If it was before, Zhu Que definitely wouldn't interfere with Ye Tianze's matters. But it was different now. This time, she chose to interfere, and her tone was so firm and unquestionable.
But Ye Tianze didn't dissolve the contract. He walked forward and said, "To dissolve a contract, both parties must agree. Even if I am willing, your young master may not be willing."
The old man was stunned. He looked at the brawny man beside him. He lowered his head, but his eyes were full of unwillingness.
The Futian Clan of Dongyang always kept their promises. They never went against their beliefs and promises. Even if this promise led them to the end of the road, they would persevere!
The old man clenched his fists tightly and said, "Young Master, just rescind the contract. You … are the last hope of the Futian Clan. If history repeats itself, then the Futian Clan will really lose all hope!"
But the brawny man didn't listen. He stubbornly turned his head to the side and remained silent.
"What past?" Ye Tianze asked.
Zhu Que wanted to stop him, but it was too late. She didn't want to expose his scars. The Futian Clan fell because they had their own difficulties.
She didn't believe that the Futian Clan would be like the other factions in the Southern Land, abandoning their own race for their own interests!
She didn't even think that Ye Tianze wouldn't listen to her. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that Ye Tianze had maintained his independence from the beginning and wasn't under her control.
The old man didn't speak, but the brawny man suddenly said, "Grandfather, why can't you say it? The Futian Clan has shed all our blood for our race. Why must we suffer such humiliation? Why …"
"Shut up!" The old man interrupted him again with a firm tone. "What we have now is a promise. What we did in the past was also a promise. Since the Futian Clan has made a promise, we must keep it. If … if we don't keep our promise, your bloodline will …"
"Curse?" Ye Tianze asked.
Ye Tianze suddenly thought of the scene in the Dark Ruins. He thought of the warriors of the First Army of the Thunder Legion and that woman's viciousness.
Fifty thousand years ago, most of the warriors of the Vulcan Legion came from the Futian Clan.
When their eyes emitted purple light, it meant that the battle had begun. The purple fire burned out, but the fighting spirit didn't die!
This was the will of the Vulcan Legion!
They had contributed greatly to the human race in countless battles. Today, every inch of the human race's land flowed with the blood of the Futian Clan.
The old man looked at Ye Tianze in shock as if he had seen something unbelievable.
"I am the only one in the past hundred years to awaken my ancestral bloodline!" The brawny man said. "However, the people of the Wuji Pavilion prophesied that the day my bloodline fully awakens will be the day I burn to ashes …"
"Shut up, stop talking!" The old man clenched his teeth, his heart pained.
"No, I want to say that the Futian Clan followed the late Sacred Emperor and contributed greatly to the human race. Why must we suffer such humiliation? We bled for every inch of the human race's land. Why must we stay in a small place like the Eastern Sun and struggle at death's door?" The brawny man's face was ferocious. He clenched his fists tightly and his body trembled slightly.
"I can't accept this!" The brawny man let out a long sigh and lowered his head. It seemed that he had been holding these words in for too long.
Even Lan Yuheng, who didn't know anything, was affected by these words. He didn't doubt the brawny man's words at all.
"What's your name?" Ye Tianze asked.
"Futian Clan, Tang … Tang Tianjun," the brawny man said.
"Futian is a title and Tang is my surname. The late Sacred Emperor gave me this title personally, but how many people in the world still remember this title? Compared to most of the titled clans in the world, their contributions are less than one ten-thousandth of the Futian Clan's."
He wasn't afraid of anyone, but when he looked at the young man in front of him, he was in awe. He even felt the Futian Battle Blood in his body tremble slightly. It was an indescribable feeling.
However, when he talked about his title and his surname, that awe disappeared. He was proud of it because it was the glory of his ancestors and also the glory that belonged to him.
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