Roar of the Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 6711

They had considered many things but never expected the Chosen One to have a personality and temper utterly different from usual mortal beings.

The white-haired old man looked at Zenda and asked, “What should we do now? Do you want to go into the Forbidden Bloodshade, or should we go instead?”

Zenda said calmly, “If we’re both afraid to enter, we can just stay here and wait. They’ll come out eventually.”

The white-haired old man scoffed, "That's simple for you to say. Who can predict what dangers lurk within this Forbidden Bloodshade? What if it turns him into a demon?

Remember, he still harbors the remnant soul of a demonic spirit in his body, not to mention his Hongrome Children.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be omniscient, Lord Toviyyah? Yet, this is the extent of your knowledge?” Zenda’s tone was full of irritation.

The white-haired old man, known as Lord Toviyyah, was stunned by her words.

Suddenly, the old woman with sideburns stepped forward and remarked, “The Chosen One is merely a lowly creature from the lower realm. Is there something with him that could make us fearful?”

Zenda turned to look at the old woman and asked, “Are you familiar with Hongrome and Chaos Essence?”

At these words, the expression on the old woman with sideburns’ face shifted dramatically.

Zenda said with a soft sigh, “I had a brief confrontation with him just now. He matches the Jadhea Tablet’s prophecies and is indeed the Chosen One. Strangely, I could sense three mysterious forces within him. I couldn’t decipher them and was wary. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had the chance to escape.

“Everything aside, the bell protecting them is already quite exceptional. Do you know who is controlling it? Could it really be manipulated by a few cultivators at the Ninth Xaeclon Rank?”

The old woman bristled with anger. She retorted, “You! Didn’t you also agree—”

Annoyed by their bickering, Zenda interrupted, “Enough. What’s the point of arguing over it now? Our priority should be to lure the Chosen One Out. Without him, none of us will benefit.

“Let’s not forget. Zymurgy is growing eager, and many of them are scheming to ascend. If they rise before we do, the Ten Holy Temples will be like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.”

After hearing Zenda’s words, Toviyyah and the old woman clenched their fists. Then, their gazes fixated on the area shrouded by a crimson mist, feeling powerless.

Zenda sighed and murmured, “We can only wait. Even if we can’t bend him to our will, we must avoid driving him to our enemies. Otherwise, the Great Historial Land will be doomed.”

Toviyyah and the old woman remained silent, pondering the gravity of their situation.