Chapter 5,779: Known to No One.
Seeing Ying Wudao open his mouth, Luo Yanfeng and the others immediately perked up their ears. The secrets of the Demon Clan were something everyone wanted to hear.
However, Long Chen shook his head and said, "What do we owe you? We are of the human race, and you are of the Demon Clan. For countless years, we have been relentless enemies. You offer me wine, and I'll return the favor, making things even. As for the matters of the Demon Clan, we are not concerned."
Ying Wudao was quite formidable, and Long Chen didn't want to establish any connection with him, lest it becomes difficult to deal with him later. Long Chen's hands were stained with the blood of the Demon Clan, and the enmity ran deep.
Hearing Long Chen's statement, Luo Yanfeng and the others were not disappointed but rather relieved. Long Chen's stance was crystal clear—no matter what, everyone was an enemy.
"Haha, in that case, let me say this. Damn, every time I think of those bastards, I get furious. I'll give you some information; consider it my way of seeking revenge," Ying Wudao laughed heartily.
It turned out that Ying Wudao's ancestors had hidden in a small world during the chaos of a great war to escape the catastrophe. At that time, the Colorwing Clan suffered tremendously in the war, with almost all of its strong members killed, leaving only a few elderly, weak, and young survivors.
The Colorwing Clan, led by various branches of the Demon Clan, sought refuge in a small world to survive. Initially, there were no issues, but as time passed and the previous crisis subsided, new problems arose. The leaders of those Demon Clan branches, knowing that the Colorwing Clan possessed royal blood, and the purest and most legitimate royal bloodline at that, directly suppressed the Colorwing Clan.
These powerful members of the Demon Clan knew that the Colorwing Clan had royal blood, the most pure and genuine royal bloodline. As a result, the Colorwing Clan, regardless of gender, became tools for procreation among various clans.
Ying Wudao spoke up to this point, and it seemed like his mouth had dried up a bit. He calmly took a sip of wine, but Long Chen could see that Ying Wudao's hand holding the wine jar was unsteady. Clearly, his inner emotions were not as calm as they appeared.
Luo Yanfeng and the others were stunned by this revelation. They had thought the internal disputes within the Purple Blood Clan were dark enough, but the Demon Clan's situation was even more direct and brutal.
After taking a sip of wine, Ying Wudao continued to tell Long Chen and the others that since then, the true Colorwing Clan had almost disappeared. All current members of the Colorwing Clan were of mixed blood. For the various clans, mixing with the Colorwing Clan greatly increased their strength. However, for the Colorwing Clan, it meant that their noble and sacred bloodline had been tainted.
Fortunately, in order to prevent the Flame Seed from being extinguished, the Demon Clan allowed some of the strong members of the Colorwing Clan to retain their purest bloodline. However, these individuals with preserved bloodlines were closely monitored, and they were constantly subjected to brainwashing to make them forget their history, as the Demon Clan feared retaliation. Moreover, the Demon Clan absolutely did not permit this small portion of the Colorwing Clan to possess strength that could threaten the other clans. When their strength reached a certain level, they were required to intermarry with other clans and produce offspring to tie them down emotionally.
The current Ying Wudao was an extraordinarily wise and patient individual. He had been hiding his true strength, currying favor with those in power for many years, and had gained the trust of some, allowing him to move freely within the clan. Initially, Ying Wudao had planned to escape directly. However, after the battle between the Purple Blood Clan and the Demon Clan, the Demon Clan absorbed the power of the Purple Blood Clan through special means to strengthen their disciples. Ying Wudao had hoped to gain some benefits from his years of effort, but he couldn't even get a piece of the pie. Not only did he fail to get anything, but he was also ridiculed by numerous powerful members of the Demon Clan.
Ying Wudao's face twisted into a sinister smile as he continued, "I escaped from the clan today, and I'm never going back. Originally, I wanted to kill some bastards on the battlefield and vent my frustrations before leaving. However, there are some old folks within the clan who are quite powerful, and if I were to alarm them, it would be troublesome. So, for me, I have only one chance to strike. I was pondering whom to kill on the battlefield when I unexpectedly ran into all of you. I'm delighted to see that the Purple Blood Clan has such a strong expert like you. Even if I don't take action, I can still know their fate."
Hearing this, the group was both surprised and amused. It explained why Ying Wudao held no hostility toward them. After all, an enemy of an enemy could be considered a friend.
Ying Wudao harbored an intense hatred for the entire Demon Clan camp, but he couldn't exact his revenge. That's why he was so pleased when he saw Long Chen and the others' strength.
Now, Luo Yanfeng and the others finally understood the cause and effect of the situation. Their guard against Ying Wudao had also lessened considerably.
"So, you don't mind if we wipe out all the Demon Clan disciples?" Luo Yanfeng cautiously asked.
"Of course, it's even better if we wipe out the entire tribe, leaving no survivors," Ying Wudao said with bitterness.
"What about your own people?" Luo Ying couldn't help but ask.
"People? What people are left? After being brainwashed, they're like slaves, manipulated by anyone. The Colorwing Clan's dignity has been completely lost. It's best to wipe them all out. That way, the shame of the Colorwing Clan can be concealed," Ying Wudao replied.
"So, now we know this history?" Luo Yanfeng looked at Ying Wudao with a cautious expression in his eyes.
"There's a saying among your human race: 'Don't air dirty laundry in public.' But in this case, it's the opposite—better to reveal it to outsiders than keep it hidden internally. Besides, you're of the human race, and we're of the Demon Clan. When we meet on the battlefield, it's a life-and-death battle. Whether you know or don't know this history doesn't matter. I'm telling you all this so you'll trust me. With your trust, there's a chance we can wipe them all out."
With a wave of his hand, Ying Wudao sent a leather pouch flying towards Long Chen, who caught it.
"He's gone now. Don't worry about him. Let's continue to challenge Demon Clan experts of the same level," Long Chen said, and the group moved forward. Long Chen quietly opened the leather pouch, curious about what this individual had left for him.
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