Chapter 13489 Rebellion

The bandaged man's expression became complicated when he heard this. He was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, or weighing the pros and cons.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, with a hint of determination in his voice: "My Demon Dragon Clan's inheritance has never been passed on to outsiders since ancient times. Although you have been recognized by the Demon Lord, you are not a member of my Demon Dragon Clan after all. I cannot easily pass on the inheritance to you."

The bandaged man's words carried a hint of helplessness and regret, but more of his perseverance and persistence in the inheritance of the Demon Dragon Clan. He knew very well that the inheritance was a very serious matter, and once it was leaked to outsiders, it would bring endless troubles and disasters to the Demon Dragon Clan.

Therefore, although he was shocked and recognized Ling Xiao's strength and potential, he still couldn't make a decision easily.

"It's already this late, and you're still saying such ridiculous things." Ling Xiao's tone carried a hint of helplessness and sarcasm. His eyes were fixed on the bandaged man, with a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"If you don't teach me, will the Demon Dragon Clan's inheritance disappear silently in the long river of history? Well, of course, it's not completely lost. After all, if I'm lucky enough to find the Demon Dragon King's true body one day in the future, I'll still have a chance to obtain the complete inheritance. But, by then, this Dragon Transformation Technique will be nothing more than icing on the cake for me, so it's better not to learn it."

Ling Xiao shook his head gently, with a bitter smile on his face. He knew that since the other party was unwilling to teach, he could not force him.

The bandaged man looked like a living dead, indifferent to everything, and could not be threatened or moved by any means. However, Ling Xiao felt a little regretful in his heart. He did not understand why someone would be so stubborn and would rather let the precious inheritance be cut off than show it to others easily.

He turned around and was about to leave, but his steps seemed a little heavy.

At this moment, a slightly hoarse but experienced voice suddenly sounded, interrupting his thoughts: "You are right. If I don't pass it on to you, the inheritance of my Demon Dragon Clan may never be passed on... But, can you do me a favor?"

There was a barely perceptible pleading and expectation in the bandaged man's voice, and his eyes became much softer. Ling Xiao stopped and turned to look at the bandaged man, with an inexplicable emotion welling up in his heart.

He realized that perhaps beneath the seemingly indifferent appearance of the bandaged man, there was an unknown past and deep worries.

Ling Xiao was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about something. His eyes flashed with determination and resolve, as if telling the bandaged man that as long as things made sense, he was willing to lend a helping hand.

"Go ahead!" Ling Xiao's tone was calm, but his eyes revealed an unquestionable determination. He raised his chin slightly and looked directly at the bandaged man, as if he was waiting for the other party's next words, and as if silently telling the other party that he was not someone who could be easily dismissed.

The bandaged man took a deep breath, as if he was organizing his thoughts. After a moment, he slowly spoke: "Let me hear what it is first. If it is within my ability, I will do my best."

Ling Xiao's words were filled with caution and consideration. He knew very well that once he agreed, it would mean taking on a responsibility, a responsibility that might be too heavy for him to bear.

When the bandaged man heard this, a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by deep hatred. He gritted his teeth and spat out a few words: "Revenge for my people!" Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with endless anger and unwillingness.

Ling Xiao was slightly shocked when he heard this. He had never expected that what the bandaged man wanted was so heavy and difficult. But after thinking about it, he felt relieved. In this world where the strong are respected, hatred and revenge are common things.

He frowned slightly, as if he was weighing something, but quickly gave an answer: "Revenge? Don't worry, the Holy Church and I have become mortal enemies. Sooner or later, I will destroy the Holy Church. There is no problem with that."

There was a certain frankness and determination in Ling Xiao's words, as if he was telling the bandaged man that when it comes to revenge, he will not only try his best, but will also devote all his strength and will not give up until he achieves his goal.

"No, although the Holy Temple is the enemy of my Demon Dragon Country, if it weren't for that guy, our Demon Dragon Clan would not have fallen into such a situation."

The bandaged man shook his head. The eyes hidden in the gaps of the bandages not only showed strong hatred, but also deep nostalgia and endless sorrow for the glorious past. His voice was low and hoarse, as if every word carried a thousand pounds of memories.

"Aren't you looking for the holy temple?" Ling Xiao's face flashed with surprise when he heard this, and then his eyes became sharp, trying to capture more information from the bandaged man's expression.

"Tell me what happened." His tone was firm and unquestionable. Obviously, he was full of curiosity and desire to explore this forgotten history.

The bandaged man sighed, and the sigh echoed in the empty room, sounding particularly long and heavy. He paused for a moment, as if he was organizing his thoughts, or as if he was preparing for the scar that was about to be revealed.

Finally, he spoke slowly, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice:

"In the past, the Demon Sect was defeated. It was a war that overturned the entire Bai Ze Continent. The Demon Dragon Nation, as the most powerful ally of the Demon Sect, naturally did not escape the disaster and suffered an unprecedented catastrophe. However, thanks to the wisdom and foresight of our ancestors, our Demon Dragon Clan was well prepared and secretly built an underground fortress, which allowed us to preserve the last bloodline in that disaster."

“At that time, even though we were in a desperate situation, there was an unquenchable flame burning in our hearts—the flame of revenge and restoration of our country.

Thus, a bold and resolute plan quietly sprouted in our hearts. We decided not only to drive away the people in the temple, but also to take this opportunity to regain our glory and territory.

To this end, we carefully selected the brave men of the Dragon Clan. They volunteered to undergo face-changing techniques, disguised themselves as humans, and lurked inside the temple, waiting for the right time to work together inside and outside to complete this seemingly impossible task. "

At this point, a trace of determination and heroism flashed in the eyes of the bandaged man. It was a respect for the victims and a persistence in the unfinished cause.

"Originally, everything was going smoothly and we saw hope of winning, but at this time, a traitor appeared." The bandaged man's face became extremely hideous at this moment, as if all the pain and anger were condensed on this bandaged face, and his voice seemed a little hoarse due to excitement.

"That woman," the bandaged man gritted his teeth and said these words, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of his heart.

"Just because she fell in love with someone from the Holy Temple, she revealed our face-changing plan. At that moment, I seemed to hear the heart-breaking sound of the Demon Dragon Clan. All our efforts and sacrifices were in vain."