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Chapter 664 We are the descendants of heroes!

Upon hearing the old man's words, all the cultivators from the Sinful State present felt a jolt in their hearts.

In the past few years in the Sinful State, their days of being oppressed by those immortal ancient cults can only be described as indescribable.

Anyone who recalls it will grit their teeth in hatred.

But what can you do about it?

The highest-ranking cultivator in their Sinful State is only at the Heavenly God Realm, and their cultivation resources have been constantly encroached upon by others.

Those ancient immortal sects could easily suppress a large area of ​​their territory by simply sending a core disciple.

Of course, if that were all, it would be fine.

What they hate most is that those immortal ancient sects, and even the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, regard them as sinful blood, as descendants of traitors.

This kind of mental torture is what they find most unbearable.

They wanted to clarify their identities and prove their ancestors' innocence.

But with the Immortal Palace and those ancient immortal sects pressing down on them, they didn't even have a chance to clarify things.

No one will stand up for them.

There is no justice under the rule of might.

Why is it that no one in their province can handle things?

Perhaps it was because they had been oppressed by those ancient, immortal religions for too long.

Or perhaps they were moved by that old man.

Not long after, another middle-aged cultivator from the Fire Clan stepped forward from the crowd.

He gritted his teeth, his face filled with anger, and said, "Back then, in the battle at the border, our ancestors led their troops to defend the Imperial Pass and held off the foreign army. But after the battle, the people of the Immortal Palace suddenly turned their backs on us, saying that the Seven Kings colluded with the foreign lands and betrayed the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Our clan's descendants were either killed or demoted, and the rest were all banished to the Province of Sin, where they are forbidden to leave for generations to come..."

"But we all know in our hearts that our ancestors did not betray us; they were wronged. But... but what can we do? We are weak and powerless; we can't even leave the Province of Sin, let alone clear our ancestors' names!"

Seeing someone step forward, the cultivators from the other races also chimed in:

"How hateful! Our Fire Clan was once a renowned clan, but now we can't even train a decent cultivator."

“Our Kunpeng clan is even worse off. Any young cultivator with a bit of talent will be targeted by those ancient sects. They will either be captured and enslaved or killed directly to prevent them from becoming a threat in the future.”

"Those people from the ancient sects don't treat us like human beings at all. They come to Sin Prefecture like they're hunting in a game, killing and robbing at will..."

Everyone spoke at once, recounting the hardships and grievances they had endured over the years.

Some started crying as they spoke, while others clenched their fists, their faces filled with indignation.

Zhu Chen stood to the side, listening quietly without saying a word.

His gaze swept over the agitated group of cultivators from the Sinful State, and a complex emotion welled up within him.

These people have been oppressed and suppressed for too many years. They need an outlet for their emotions and someone to lead them out of the darkness.

As Shi Hao listened to these people's stories, his heart was also filled with turbulent emotions.

He recalled the mockery he received from cultivators in the upper realm when he was in the lower realm.

Sinful Blood, Great Calamity, Mount, Humanoid Medicine in the Herb Garden...

So this is where it all started. His ancestors, those heroes who shed blood and sweat for the heavens and the earth, were slandered as traitors.

As a result, he, and all the descendants of the seven kings of the borderlands, were branded with the infamy of "sinful blood".

He turned his head and looked at Zhu Chen.

Zhu Chen nodded slightly to him, a hint of encouragement flashing in his eyes.

Shi Hao took a deep breath and stepped into the center of the crowd.

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over everyone's face, and then spoke:

"Everyone, please listen to me. Your ancestors, the Seven Kings of the Borderlands, did not betray the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!"

"They fought bravely on the border, shedding their last drop of blood to protect this land!"

"They are not traitors, they are heroes, and those who call them traitors, the Immortal Ancient Cult led by the Immortal Palace, are the real sinners!"

"Back then, the Seven Kings of the Borderlands guarded the Imperial Pass and made outstanding contributions. However, after the war, in order to eliminate dissidents and consolidate their own positions, those people fabricated the lie that the Seven Kings colluded with foreign lands. They not only killed the Seven Kings, but also slaughtered their tribes and drove you descendants to the Sinful State, where you will suffer for generations to come!"

“You are not sinful blood, your ancestors were not traitors. All of this… is a conspiracy by the Immortal Palace and those ancient sects. What we must do now is not remain silent, but rise up in resistance. Otherwise, you will only be slaves to those bastards here for generations to come, at their mercy…”

"The glory of our ancestors should not be lost in our generation..."

Zhu Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable power that moved everyone present.

In the crowd, some began to sob quietly, some trembled all over, and some clenched their fists, their eyes filled with anger and agitation.

The white-haired elder of the Stone Clan, tears streaming down his face, choked out, "Children... can you really lead us out of here?"

Shi Hao looked at him, his gaze resolute: "We will not leave, but reclaim what our ancestors left us, to take back the glory that belongs to them and our own dignity..."

The old man trembled, then knelt on the ground with a thud, looking up to the sky and roaring, "Ancestors! Can you hear me? Someone has vindicated you! You are not traitors, you are all heroes..."

The other cultivators from the Sinful State also knelt down.

Zhu Chen was filled with emotion as he watched this scene.

He walked over to Shi Hao, patted him on the shoulder, and then turned to the crowd, saying, "Everyone, everything my brother Shi Hao said is true. You don't need to worry. I don't care what Sin Prefecture was like before, but from today onwards, there will be no more Ancient Cult disciples causing trouble here..."

"In this battle of geniuses across the Three Thousand Provinces, Shi Hao will represent the Sinful Province. He will use his fists to tell the entire Three Thousand Provinces, the Immortal Palace, and those ancient sects that you are not of sinful blood, but descendants of heroes. Your ancestors did not betray you. And I will be here guarding. As long as those people from the Immortal Ancient Sects arrive, I will make sure they never return..."

Shi Hao stepped forward and continued Zhu Chen's words, "Don't worry, everyone. I will show everyone in the Genius Battle that we are not sinful blood, but descendants of heroes..."

As soon as Shi Hao finished speaking, a deafening cheer erupted from the crowd.

"Shi Hao!"

"Shi Hao!!"

"Shi Hao!!!"

The cultivators from the Sinful State shouted Shi Hao's name, their eyes filled with hope and reverence.

They knew that from this day forward, the world in Sin State was truly about to change.

...(End of this chapter)