Neither Jing Hong nor the others could have imagined that someone as mighty as Yang Yan, one of the Four Emperors with the most mysterious power, would be so pessimistic about the upcoming great battle.

The invading Demon Race from another domain seems to be far stronger than they had anticipated.

"If even a strong warrior like you could sacrifice yourself in this war, can those future emperors in the current world alone truly withstand the demons crawling out from the Hidden World?"

The silent atmosphere didn't last long. Jing Hong was the first to speak, looking at Yang Yan with a worried expression.

"Do our best and leave the rest to fate."

Yang Yan smiled slightly, appearing relaxed, and said:

"We strive to do our best, but at least have a clear conscience and be true to ourselves."

"If failure is inevitable, then it proves that the matter has reached its inevitable outcome, beyond our control."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, patted Jing Hong's shoulder, and said with infinite emotion:

"And Jing Hong, don't have such a bleak outlook towards the future and hope."

"The human race has thrived and continued from time immemorial, and it's not merely due to miracles."

"Who can say for sure that among these successors, there won't be someone who surpasses us?"

"Talented people emerge from generation to generation, and each surpasses the last!"

"What we need to do is to try our utmost, to provide them enough space and time to grow."

This is Yang Yan's heartfelt truth and the entirety of his reflections as a determined youth.

As he mentioned, in the world where strong prey upon the weak, who would have thought that this naive young lad would rise to the throne of the Four Emperors in such a short time? 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

And in terms of strength, he might have a slight sense of leaving others far behind?

The long history of the human race proves that while the newborn generation may initially be weak, they also represent new hope.

"My king, we swear to follow you unto death!"

Everyone present was moved and stood up, proclaiming loudly.

Each person's eyes were resolutely firm, declaring their choice.

Even the usually cowardly Fatty Fuzze was the same.

Then he rubbed his hands, squeezed to Yang Yan's side, and whispered:

"Boss, I think you made a lot of sense, we new generation will definitely live up to your expectations. I'll report to the academy in a moment."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Juechen hooked his neck from behind:

"You Fuze, the new generation of the human race doesn't need someone big like you."

"Although your skills aren't great, your tough skin can take a beating. When it's time to fight, you can go in front and shield us."

Fuze's face immediately turned sour, and he stammered:

"But I'm just pure fat; I'm not really tough enough to take hits."

"So, big brother, why not ask someone else for this kind of thing?"

Juechen grinned:

"No worries, if you can't take hits, you can be a guinea pig and serve as bait!"

"Rest assured, we'll make good use of your value."

"To hell with you! Juechen, just because I didn't tell you about the girl last time, you push me into the fire pit like this?"

Feeling hopeless, Fuze, in a fit of anger, cursed.

Juechen nodded, very seriously, and uttered two words:

"Absolutely!"

Their antics considerably lightened the heavy mood just a bit.

Yang Yan didn't mind, and instead found himself amused by their antics.

Though crisis loomed, and they may face life and death, but before the enemy arrives at the door, worrying and fretting would only dampen the spirit before battle even begins.

In a somber atmosphere, people are bound to be affected; they could even end up losing a fight they might have won.

As he had many matters to handle, after finishing business, Yang Yan instantly teleported to the villa's guest meeting room.

Even though he hadn't been in the villa today, Yang Yan knew there were definitely many people who came visiting today for various purposes.

He managed to find a bit of leisure, but left Fu Changjian and the others quite exhausted.

Upon arriving in the meeting room, Yang Yan saw Zhuge Wushuang, lounging with her long legs crossed, loudly complaining:

"These folks are even more meticulous than women. It's just that we're going to be beaten, isn't that a simple matter?"

"They keep asking this and that, as if knowing a little more will prevent the beating."

Gongsun Ruyan and Fu Changjian exchanged a look, showing a helpless and bitter smile.

Perhaps, Zhuge Wushuang might be the epitome of the term female warrior!

Yang Yan arrived and Fu Changjian was the first to notice, respectfully calling him king.

This is his nature; Yang Yan had repeatedly advised him not to be overly formal with him, but he never listened.

Despite his young age, his rigidness matched the eldest of the Ten Swords, Jing Hong.

In comparison, Zhuge Wushuang was far less ceremonious.

Upon seeing Yang Yan, she couldn't help but complain:

"We just sent those people off, and you're back, leaving our ears nearly worn out by those folks who are more talkative than women."

Yang Yan sheepishly scratched his nose, smiled awkwardly, and said:

"Looks like I stumbled back at just the right time. Should I go for a walk and let you vent before I come back?"

With that, he turned to walk towards the door.

Zhuge Wushuang hurriedly got up from her chair, tugged at him, and said pursed her lips:

"I'm just complaining about those chatty folks, not mad at you; why are you leaving!"

Saying that, she lowered her head.

The image of the bold, carefree female warrior quickly turned into that of a demure and delicate woman before Yang Yan.

Fu Changjian and Gongsun Ruyan turned their heads away, pretending not to see this scene.

Otherwise, when Zhuge Wushuang came to her senses, given her demeanor, if anyone saw her in this state, they would face relentless pestering.

Routine threats or sparring challenges would certainly occur.

Would anyone speak up about this?

Everyone present, unless they lost their wits, wouldn't provoke her anger.

"Alright, let's talk about the attitudes of those who came today."

Yang Yan playfully joked, then shifted the topic to more pressing matters.

Setting aside her demure demeanor, Zhuge Wushuang grew serious.

After pondering a moment, she said:

"They initially came to verify the authenticity; I showed them the artifact activated by Demonic Qi."

"They don't doubt its authenticity, and most Eastern Hidden World factions have expressed their willingness to follow your lead, going all out to face the impending Demon Race battle."

"Among them, the Kunlun Sect and Hidden Heaven Lineage are the most proactive."

"Representatives from both sides indicated that upon returning, they'd issue orders, allowing disciples and clansmen to await your command."

"As for those who haven't made clear their stance or opposed, they've stated they'll consult their superiors and soon provide a reply."

Yang Yan nodded.

He was quite satisfied with the responses from the various Eastern Hidden World forces.

At least it was far better than he'd expected.