Protect Our Clan Leader

"Good job. As expected of an excellent disciple of the Immortal Palace!"

Wang Ying Xuan patted his shoulder and praised him fiercely.

Soon, the four human heads, plus a big fat rat's head, gathered together again to discuss the details of the plan.

Half a day later.

Night fell, and a strange red shrouded the Gluttonous Demon King's Castle.

Suddenly.

Explosive sounds of fierce energy came from within the castle.

At the same time, the passionate shout of a young man echoed throughout the whole castle: "Despicable foreign demons, how dare you feast on the human race, I, Zhang Huaibing, will not rest until you are wiped out!"

Boom boom boom!

Various combat energies erupted, and amidst the deafening roars were the howls of the foreign demon guard.

A full ten heartbeats later, the sounds gradually subsided.

Then, the young man's shout rang out once more, even more impassioned and indignant than before: "Despicable foreign demons, do as you wish with killing or torturing me; if I so much as furrow my brow, I'm not Zhang Huaibing!"

And then, there was no more.

Quickly, the castle fell silent once again.

The only change was that the hot-blooded youth Zhang Huaibing's attempt to rescue the prisoners failed, and instead he was captured alive and thrown into the dungeon.

The Dungeon.

The light here remained gloomy and oppressive.

Huge metal cages loom in the dark, the stench of blood and rotting wounds pervasive, the air almost suffocating.

In an isolated barred cell, Zhang Huaibing, who was shackled with a Soul Lock designed for the human race, his mouth stuffed, and tightly bound, was thrown inside.

The commotion alarmed all the human captives in the surrounding cells. Many stood up, and even those who remained seated turned their gaze toward the cell.

The "battle" and the shouted words just now made them realize what had happened.

Through the bars, looking at the disheveled Zhang Huaibing, their expressions were somewhat complicated.

This elder brother, was it really necessary to be so impulsive? If you genuinely wanted to rescue everyone by storming the prison, couldn't you bring along more people? Coming here alone, what on earth were you thinking?

"Senior Brother Chen, is that fool... really the famous Immortal Palace sequence Zhang Huaibing?"

In a barred cell, a group of human captives crowded around a scarred, desolate-looking man, resting against the wall.

One of them glanced toward Zhang Huaibing's cell and asked the man crouched in the middle.

Clearly, this man was the one they referred to as "Senior Brother Chen."

"Alas~ I've met Junior Brother Huaibing a few times. I looked closely when they escorted him past, and indeed, it's him!" Senior Brother Chen's weak voice sighed deeply, "Junior Brother Huaibing is ultimately too young and impulsive, too hot-blooded~ such grand schemes to rescue the imprisoned, how could he act so recklessly?"

If Wang Licui and the others were here, they would certainly find Senior Brother Chen's voice familiar. He was the very same iron-willed man who was harshly interrogated by the foreign demons earlier.

He, too, was a well-known and named Great Heavenly Proud of the Sacred Land of the Immortal Palace, a dignified Divine Power Seed, who was unfortunately caught during a mission due to the treachery of the foreign demons.

Through the long epochs, wars between the human race and the foreign demons were unending and brutal. Not to mention the Great Heavenly Proud, even the Unparalleled Heavenly Child and the Immortal Dynasty Dukes were not exempt from falling on this battlefield.

And in another cell, Wu Mingyan, another Great Heavenly Proud, was similarly surrounded by female disciples.

They sighed deeply as well, their words carrying hints of blame for Zhang Huaibing's brainless and zealous behavior.

"Regardless of what, Junior Brother Huaibing was captured trying to save us." Wu Mingyan said solemnly, "You being so accusatory is really quite heartless."

The female disciples all showed embarrassed expressions: "Sister Mingyan is right, we were too hasty."

"Alas, I'm just hoping no one else comes to rescue us anymore." Wu Mingyan's face was filled with sorrow, "If I really can't hold on any longer, please help give me a quick end."

"Sister Mingyan!" The female disciples were both touched and distressed, each of them sobbing, "You must persevere; no matter how slim the hope, we cannot give up."

At this moment.

A burly Demonic General led the prison guards over, speaking in perfect human language: "Wu Mingyan, our lord wants to interrogate you again. If you dare resist again, be careful with the lives of these kinsmen of yours."

"Wasn't the interrogation just finished? Why another one?" The female disciples grew anxious.

Each time Sister Mingyan was interrogated, she would return bruised and battered, it was dreadful to watch. If it continued like this, how could Sister Mingyan withstand it?

"All of you, shut up."

The Demonic General ignored them, roughly grabbing Wu Mingyan and leaving, only to leave behind a group of crying female disciples.

After bringing Wu Mingyan into a secret chamber, the Demonic General quickly put her down, then reverently prostrated itself on the ground, trembling, "Forgive me, Mistress."

Wu Mingyan waved her hand indifferently, "All for the greater plan, what's there to forgive? That Zhang Huaibing I 'know' of, his identity shouldn't be fake, and breaking into the prison fits his usual pattern of hot-blooded impulsiveness. Yet, I somehow feel there's something odd about his sudden appearance here."

"Interrogate him thoroughly, ask for the motive, ask for accomplices!"

"Yes, Mistress." The Demonic General responded quickly, "I will make sure he spills everything."

"Be careful, Zhang Huaibing's identity is special, his value alive far exceeds that if he were dead, don't actually kill him."