The patriarch led Mingxi out of the wooden house, and with a wave of his hand, all the clansmen moved closer.
The mob didn't know where he took the other holy beasts, he didn't see them, and the Teng Snake that was at the side had disappeared.
"I believe everyone has already seen that the holy beast just now is the holy beast king, who was raised by Mingxi." The patriarch said to everyone in a deep voice.
"What?"
"It's really the Holy Beast King..."
"Who is he, is it our dragon-slaying clan? Where did he come from?"
"..."
The crowd was full of discussions, because all the Zhanlong clan were told from birth that they could only live in the secret realm. Jiutian no longer had their clansmen. It was impossible for them to survive in Jiutian. Even if they left the secret realm, they would not be able to survive how long.
For so many years, they never thought of leaving.
The painful memory of being exterminated is still shrouded in the hearts of every Zhanlong clan member.
However, now the patriarch said that this young man came from outside, and he also raised the holy beast king.
Holy Beast King... Isn't that only the king of the Dragon Slaying Clan can have it
"Mingxi has the blood of our dragon-slaying clan, and at the same time... is also the young emperor of the god clan. Do you remember the Nine Heavens Queen Mother who saved our dragon-slaying clan? Mingxi is the grandson of the queen mother." The patriarch continued.
Now, louder voices erupted from the crowd.
The patriarch motioned for everyone to be quiet, and he looked at everyone with heavy eyes, "I'm old, and these years, I've been worried that after I'm gone, you can only live here in the future, but Mingxi is here, maybe it's God's will."
"Patriarch, what are you talking about?" A middle-aged man asked in surprise.
"I've run out of fuel, and I'm holding my last breath for you." The patriarch sat down slowly, his expression seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, "Over the years, your Dragon Slaying Art has never been perfected. In the future You can practice with Mingxi, you have to remember, Mingxi... will definitely bring you back to Nine Heavens, and regain the glory of our dragon-slaying clan."
The middle-aged man glanced at Mingxi, "Is he really okay?"
"He is Yi Ren's nephew." The patriarch said, "Even if you don't believe in Ming Xi, what about the Holy Beast King?"
"If I would be exterminated if I left the secret realm, I would rather stay here." Someone whispered.
Mingxi glanced at them, "The Dragon Clan is no longer in the Nine Heavens, they live in the Eighth Heaven and will not come back again. As for the God Clan... I can guarantee that the God Clan will not attack the Zhanlong Clan again."
"How is it possible? It was the protoss who drove us to extinction."
"Are you a god or a dragon?"
Mingxi said, "Nine Heavens is no longer the original Nine Heavens. I am a God Clan, and I am also a Dragon Slayer Clan. All races in the world can coexist peacefully."
"Are you serious?"
"In the past tens of thousands of years, many things have happened outside..." Ming Xi briefly told them what happened over the past ten thousand years, "I will not force you to leave the secret realm, but this is only the place where the Zhanlong Clan practiced. Over the years, the secret realm has unknowingly changed your physique, and the Dragon Slaying Art you practiced will not be effective."
"You also practiced the Dragon Slaying Art?" the middle-aged man asked.
Ming Xi raised his right hand high, and the Dragon Slaying Saber appeared in his hand.
"Dragon Slaying Saber!" The patriarch's face changed, and he knelt down tremblingly, "You are our king, a born king."
The dragon-slaying people who have the blood of the dragon-slaying clan can not own this sword. The patriarch knows better than anyone that no one can lift this dragon-slaying sword except the king of the dragon-slaying clan.
Seeing the patriarch kneeling down, the others looked at the knife in Mingxi's hand, and slowly lowered their bodies.