Chapter 365: Exposed!

Although the mural could not vividly perform the great battle of that year, everyone could still feel the tragedy of that great battle after watching it.

The pressure of the Ghost Race made everyone's breathing heavy.

Everyone was silent.

"Senior, sorry, may I ask if any of your clan's Martial Gods survived that year?"

A young voice echoed in the empty great hall.

Everyone turned back and found that it was Chen Fan who spoke again.

All the humans had strange movements; they also wanted to know this question.

"It's this kid again!" Geluote glared at Chen Fan and said unpleasantly: "The mural is drawn very clearly, they all died!"

"Oh, oh! Then does your clan still have Martial God-level experts now?"

"No, Martial God is not so easy to achieve; our clan never sees sunlight, and our physical strength is weaker from generation to generation, now we can no longer achieve Martial God."

"But the blood feud of that year is irreconcilable! Our clan swears to avenge it, so our clan is willing to fully assist the human race, help the human race achieve Martial God, wipe out the Ghost Race, and then we will be worthy of the sacrifices of our predecessors."

Geluote looked around at the human Martial Saints, his tone was indignant and impassioned.

Everyone heard this, and expressions of goodwill appeared on their faces one after another.

Chen Fan was the same, but doubts arose in his heart.

The Turtle Spirit Beast once said that after the Three-Eyed Blue Blood Race was defeated, that Martial God looked for it again and took the turtle shell from it.

"So did this person die or not? But ten thousand years have passed, even a Martial God should be dead, right?"

Just as Chen Fan was muttering to himself, someone else asked a question.

"This mural shows that 'Punishment' who opened the passage between Blue Star and the Ru Realm came from your Three-Eyed Blue Blood Race? Is this person a traitor to your clan?"

"Yes!" Geluote's tone was full of anger.

"He was once the most outstanding genius of our clan, but he betrayed our clan, sold out his faith, and made a deal with the Ghost Race."

"What deal?" Everyone listened attentively.

"He offered his body to the Ghost Race in exchange for the opportunity to transform his soul into a Ghost."

"Can a soul still be transformed into a Ghost?" Everyone was shocked, their tone full of disbelief.

Geluote sneered: "Of course, Ghosts are just a type of special soul; the Ghost Race has this means internally. Back then, they relied on this trick to tempt many of our clan members to betray us."

The humans looked at each other, and strange expressions flashed in their eyes.

They guessed that perhaps the high-level members of the Beast Worship Cult were also tempted because of this.

When everyone was guessing this possibility, only Chen Fan put his mind elsewhere.

He asked: "Senior, I have one last question."

"Speak!" Geluote said indifferently.

"The ability of this 'Punishment' wouldn't be the Indestructible Tribulation Blood Battle Body, right?"

"How did you know?" Geluote looked at Chen Fan in surprise.

"I overheard it from the Beast Worship Cult; they are preparing to use the body of this 'Punishment' to let the Ghost Race descend on Blue Star again!"

"What!" As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked, including the human Martial Saints present.

Geluote reacted most strongly.

"We must not let them succeed; the Ghost Race can exert Martial God power with the help of this body, and no one on Blue Star can contend with it. By then, both our races will be finished."

The Russian Emperor also looked at Chen Fan solemnly: "Did you hear where they hid that body?"

"I don't know." Chen Fan shook his head gently, but the next second, his expression was unusually serious: "But I should know who knows?"

"Who?" Everyone's eyes fell on him.

Chen Fan pointed at the Undying Martial Saint in the crowd and said: "He knows!"

Everyone looked at the Undying Martial Saint with surprise.

The Undying Martial Saint frowned slightly: "Kid, don't talk nonsense; how could I know? If I knew, I would have gathered everyone to destroy this body long ago."

"I'm not talking nonsense." Chen Fan sneered and hid behind Ye Wentian.

Ye Wentian looked at the Undying Martial Saint coldly, ready to take action at any time.

The Undying Martial Saint snorted coldly: "Brother Ye, I haven't provoked you recently; what do you mean by this?"

Ye Wentian did not answer him.

Chen Fan sneered: "Stop pretending, Karl!"

The Undying Martial Saint looked at Chen Fan calmly and said coldly: "I don't understand what you are talking about?"

Chen Fan sneered and said, "Just now, when I mentioned that the Beast Worship Cult was preparing to use the body of 'Punishment' to host the descent of the Ghost Race, everyone present was surprised, except for you."

"So, you knew this news early on, right? Then since you knew, why didn't you make it public, and why pretend you didn't know? What exactly are you hiding? Or are you not the real Undying Martial Saint at all, the real Undying Martial Saint died long ago, and you are the pseudo-human Karl!!"

Chen Fan's voice was like thunder, exploding in everyone's ears.

Everyone changed their expressions.

The heart was dug out, yet it could still maintain such strong vitality; this was by no means something an ordinary Martial Saint could do.

For a time, everyone present believed Chen Fan's words.

Murderous intent rose in everyone's eyes, especially the Three-Eyed Blue Blood Race.

"Damn, Beast Worship Cult members actually mixed into the core area of our clan!"

Geluote stared at the Undying Martial Saint with gloomy eyes, his tone cold.

"Friend, you should open your chest and let us see, is it your heart; we can recognize it at a glance."

"You." The Undying Martial Saint's face was extremely ugly.

"If you want to condemn someone, you can always find a pretext! Asking me to open my chest, what a humiliation! If you want to see my heart, you can, come, kill me, and you can see it as you please."

His eyes burned with anger, filled with righteous indignation.

Just when everyone was hesitating, the next moment, his figure disappeared on the spot.

His figure rushed straight toward Chen Fan.

Chen Fan was startled; he couldn't dodge, the other party's speed was too fast.

But fortunately, Ye Wentian always maintained vigilance. 【365-65

Geluote stared at the Undying Martial Saint with a grim gaze, his tone icy.

"Friend, you had better open your chest and let us take a look; we will be able to recognize if it is your heart at a single glance."

"You all." The Undying Martial Saint's expression was extremely ugly.

"If you are determined to condemn someone, you can always find a pretext! To ask me to open my chest—what a humiliation! If you want to see my heart, fine, come, kill me, and you can look all you want."

Anger burned in his eyes, and he was filled with righteous indignation.

Just as everyone hesitated, the next moment, his figure vanished on the spot.

He lunged straight at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan was startled; he could not dodge, as the opponent's speed was too fast.

But fortunately, Ye Wentian had remained vigilant the entire time.

He threw a punch, meeting the Undying Martial Saint head-on.

The Undying Martial Saint was sent flying directly by this punch.

"So weak? You are indeed not the Undying Martial Saint!"

Ye Wentian's killing intent was fully revealed; his figure appeared before the Undying Martial Saint, and his long spear sliced open the man's chest.

A bright red heart appeared before everyone, but this heart was extremely weak, and the power of its beating clearly could not match that of a Martial Saint powerhouse.

Seeing this scene, everyone crowded around.

The Ant Emperor even kicked him in the head and said hoarsely, "Speak, where have you hidden the body of 'Punishment'?"

The Undying Martial Saint finally stopped pretending, a strange curve forming at the corners of his mouth.

"Hehehe, this trip was not in vain. Although my identity is exposed, I have also discovered the lair of the Three-Eyed Blue Blood Race. Just wait, my Beast Worship Cult will soon wipe out all of you filthy remnants of the previous epoch."

"You're courting death!" Geluote was furious and just about to make a move.

However, the Undying Martial Saint's neck tilted to the side, and he immediately stopped breathing.

"Karl's consciousness has exited this body!" Everyone's expression turned ugly.

Beside them, Geluote said gloomily, "Everyone, we must destroy the body of 'Punishment.' We absolutely cannot let them succeed; otherwise, since your human race has yet to produce a Martial God, it will be impossible to contend with the Ghost Race!"