Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 813 - 812: Battle Clan

"Concede?" Su Han was taken aback.

The members of the Phoenix Sect were also somewhat puzzled, staring at Xuanyuan Qiong in disbelief, their faces filled with astonishment.

Xuanyuan Qiong’s voice wasn’t loud, but many outside had heard it clearly. Moreover, with Xuanyuan Qiong being the only one who stepped onto the stage, his demeanor polite and respectful, it was easy to guess his intentions with just a little thought.

"The Xuanyuan Clan is actually conceding to the Phoenix Sect?"

"Isn’t this absurd? I clearly saw that the Xuanyuan Clan hasn’t even used their trump cards yet!"

"Xuanyuan Clan, I bet a ton of Spirit Stones on you! You must compensate me for my Spirit Stones!!!"

"As one of the most mysterious and ancient of the Thirteen Families, they lack even the courage to fight and instead concede outright—truly disgraceful."

"Was it simply because Su Baliu defeated Wang Mo? Yes, he’s strong, but they should at least give it a try, right? This is the Xuanyuan Clan we’re talking about. How can they give up so easily?"

The news of Xuanyuan Qiong conceding spread rapidly, sparking discontent among many.

The majority of these people had bet Spirit Stones on the Xuanyuan Clan. The rest either bore grievances against the Phoenix Sect or were simply there to watch the drama unfold.

Especially those who had staked Spirit Stones—Xuanyuan Clan’s concession meant their bets were now entirely worthless. If the Xuanyuan Clan had truly lost to the Phoenix Sect in battle, they wouldn’t complain much; after all, Xuanyuan Clan’s skills would have proven inferior, and blaming themselves for the wrong bet would be reasonable.

But without even the courage to fight, losing those Spirit Stones felt particularly agonizing.

More notably, in this Sect Tournament, among the three rounds of competition, this was the first time a faction had given up without a fight.

On the stage, Xuanyuan Qiong ignored the murmurs of the onlookers, maintaining his polite demeanor and gazing at Su Han with a smile that seemed both evaluative and contemplative.

Under his gaze, Xuanyuan Qiong’s expression of courtesy and respect became even more pronounced.

"Why concede?" Su Han paused for a moment before asking aloud.

He had always been observing the Xuanyuan Clan. Their strength was undeniable, fully deserving of a position in the top six. Su Han could not believe that merely seeing his strength would strip the Xuanyuan Clan of the will to fight.

"If I were to say that the Xuanyuan Clan fears your power, would you believe me?" The elder chuckled.

"No." Su Han shook his head without hesitation.

Xuanyuan Qiong laughed, his gaze drifting into the distance, becoming somewhat fleeting and enigmatic.

"Sect Master Su, are you aware of a race in the Starry Sky called... the Battle Clan?"

"The Battle Clan?"

Su Han’s pupils contracted sharply, and he drew in a cold breath involuntarily.

Of course, he had heard of the Battle Clan—one of the Top Ten Races in the entire Starry Sky, including the Holy Domain!

On par with the True Dragon Clan, the Phoenix Clan, the Titan Clan, and others, the Battle Clan possessed a power that shook the heavens and earth. Their very existence was a supreme force that could cause the Starry Sky to tremble with just a stomp of their feet!

In his previous life, Su Han had harbored ambitions to subdue all Ten Great Races one by one, but he never succeeded—not even one yielded to him.

To rank among the Top Ten Races, none of them were weaklings. They were proud, unwilling to bow to anyone, not even the Ancient Demon Dragon Emperor!

Especially the Battle Clan!

The Battle Clan left Su Han with an indelible impression of defiance—unyielding and proud, willing to die rather than submit.

They carried an innate spirit of battle. When described positively, it was called fighting spirit; negatively, it was sheer madness.

They never admitted defeat, never surrendered. Even in death, they would not bow to anyone.

In the vast Starry Sky, those with such attitudes rarely lived long, as they did not know the art of compromise, diplomacy, or adaptability.

Yet, the Battle Clan thrived despite such a nature, firmly holding their place among the Top Ten Races—evidence of their colossal strength.

"It seems you are aware of them."

Seeing Su Han fall into deep thought, Xuanyuan Qiong smiled slightly and said, "Then you should understand why the Xuanyuan Clan has conceded."

"Your concession is connected to the Battle Clan?" Su Han asked, frowning.

"No, it’s connected to you." Xuanyuan Qiong shook his head.

Su Han’s frown deepened further. He couldn’t fathom Xuanyuan Qiong’s true intentions.

"Speak plainly." Su Han’s patience was running thin. He detested being left in the dark.

"When the Dragon Martial Continent first took shape, the Xuanyuan Clan already existed. The rumors are indeed true—we were the first family to emerge on the Dragon Martial Continent, as well as the first great force."

Xuanyuan Qiong lowered his voice to a confidential tone, transmitting directly to Su Han’s ears. "This was around three million years ago."

"In other words, the Dragon Martial Continent has only existed for about three million years?" Su Han asked.

"No, the Dragon Martial Continent has existed for three and a half million years. But what’s half a million years compared to three million years? That’s negligible, wouldn’t you agree?" Xuanyuan Qiong replied.

"Continue." Su Han nodded.

"When the Xuanyuan Clan first emerged, it wasn’t yet a complete clan, but rather three ancestral elders and about a hundred tribe members. Over time, we grew to our current stature."

Xuanyuan Qiong continued, "Those three ancestral elders each lived for nearly a hundred thousand years. Before their deaths, they performed an extraordinary divination, foretelling that nearly three million years into the future, a person would appear. This person would unlock the bloodline of the Xuanyuan Clan. That person... is you."

"Bloodline? Me?"

Su Han narrowed his eyes, pondered briefly, and then his expression turned sharp. "You’re saying... you’re part of the Battle Clan?!"

"Hahaha, the ancestors’ prophecy was indeed accurate!"

Xuanyuan Qiong laughed heartily. "Time has flowed on endlessly, so long that our clan nearly forgot about their divination. But a few years ago, that ancient prophecy suddenly ignited with light. The ancestors once said, when the prophecy’s signs change, the destined one will have arrived."

"How do you know this destined one is me?" Su Han questioned.

"Because, throughout this entire Dragon Martial Continent, only you have one body and two souls!" Xuanyuan Qiong’s expression turned grave.

Su Han’s face shifted, and he instinctively stepped back.

He now understood Xuanyuan Qiong’s implication. The prophecy’s change occurred a few years back—precisely the moment he was reborn and his soul descended into "Su Han’s" body!

This "one body, two souls" clearly referred to him.

The fact that the Xuanyuan Clan was aware of this stirred a fleeting yet powerful murderous intent in Su Han.

"Sect Master Su, since you know of the Battle Clan, then you must also know that the Battle Clan never concedes, never yields."

Seemingly oblivious to Su Han’s killing intent, Xuanyuan Qiong added, "But we have been on the Dragon Martial Continent for far too long... Countless millions of years have passed, and our bloodline has grown unimaginably thin. If things continue as they are, there may come a day when this bloodline completely disappears."

"Thus, if Sect Master Su can help us restore the Battle Clan bloodline, we are willing to obey your every command!"