Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The middle-aged man's voice was filled with despair and helplessness, as if he was telling Hun Yu a cruel reality.

"If you stay, you can at least live." The middle-aged man's words were filled with helplessness and compromise. He knew the cruelty of war and understood that survival had become a luxury in this land ravaged by war.

However, Hun Yu was like a ignited gunpowder barrel, and suddenly became excited:

"Stay? Stay here? Like a poor creature, living a life that is neither human nor ghost? Dad, when can you stand up like a man? When I went to help the people in the Demon Suppression Mansion, you didn't agree. If you agreed, then we could take down another branch of the Soul Clan, unify the Soul Clan, and end this endless war!"

Her voice was filled with strong emotional fluctuations, and every word seemed to burst out from the bottom of her heart. Her eyes flashed with determination and unyielding, as if at this moment, she had forgotten the fear and danger, and only remembered her mission and responsibility.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and looking at Hun Yu's excited appearance, a complex emotion surged in his heart. He knew that although Hun Yu's words were excessive, every word hit his sore spot.

As a clan leader and a father, he did have too many concerns and responsibilities. He could not selfishly consider only his own feelings, let alone let Hun Yu take risks.

However, Hun Yu did not stop, she continued:

"Now, you retreat again, just like the maggots in the cesspool, only knowing how to hide and escape. Is it interesting to live like this? Dad, our Hun Clan is a brave warrior, a warrior who never gives up! We can't just succumb to fate and be enslaved by the Holy Hall!"

Her voice became louder and louder, and her emotions became more and more excited.

Tears flashed in her eyes, but it was not fear and despair, but anger and unwillingness. She looked at her father, as if waiting for an answer, an answer that could rekindle her hope.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath. He understood Hun Yu's feelings and her persistence. He said slowly:

"You have a point, but even so, I can't let you mess around. If I were a person, I could be as reckless as you, but I am the patriarch of this lineage, and I have to protect them. I can't let anyone get hurt because of me, and I can't let the entire Soul Clan fall into a greater crisis because of me."

There was firmness and determination in his voice, as if telling Hun Yu that his choice was not out of selfishness and cowardice, but out of responsibility and commitment. He understood that as a patriarch, he must consider the future of the entire Soul Clan, not just personal emotions and interests.

"Live like this for generations? Do you think they are willing? Have you asked for their opinions?" Hun Yu's voice was full of doubt and anger, and her eyes were fixed on her father, as if to penetrate his heart and reach the deepest soul.

Her tone revealed disappointment and dissatisfaction with her father's long-term decisions, and deep concern for the fate of the clan.

She continued:

"If they are willing to stay here and live, I have no objection, but if they want to fight, what reason do you have to stop them? We can't be trapped in this darkness forever, and we can't live like rats in the ditch forever. We also have the right to pursue light, freedom, and our dignity and glory!"

Hun Yu's voice became louder and louder, and her eyes flashed with a firm light, as if at this moment, she was no longer the weak girl, but a real warrior, a warrior fighting for the future of her people.

She took a deep breath, calmed herself down a little, and then continued:

"Dad, our lineage has been trapped here for many years like rats in the ditch. We have endured endless pain and torture, and endured the oppression and massacre of the Holy Temple.

Now, there is a chance for us to see the light again, even if many people will be sacrificed, but as long as our descendants can live under the light, why not?

We can't always give up hope for the future for the sake of the present comfort, and we can't always ignore the future of the entire tribe for the sake of personal survival."

There was a hint of determination and tragedy in her voice, as if telling her father that she was ready and willing to give everything for the future of the tribe.

There was a fearlessness and determination in her eyes, as if to prove to her father that she was not a weak person who only talked about ideals, but a warrior with practical actions and determination.

"Are you serious?" The middle-aged man asked in a deep voice, with a hint of disbelief and worry in his voice. He stared at Hun Yu closely, trying to find the answer from her eyes, looking for the hesitation or retreat that might make him feel at ease. However, he was disappointed.

He continued:

"Do you know that the Holy Hall has contacted a total of seventy-eight forces? Among these seventy-eight forces, eighteen of them have strength comparable to that of the Demon Suppression Mansion, or even stronger.

They are strong and well-equipped, and there are countless strong men in charge. In addition, the strong men of the Holy Hall command and plan, and the Demon Suppression Mansion is like an ant trying to shake a tree. There is no chance of winning."

The middle-aged man's tone was full of helplessness and despair about reality. He seemed to have seen the impending disaster and the scene of Hunyu and those tribesmen who were willing to follow him heading towards destruction.

"You are not pursuing light, you are going to die!" He almost roared this sentence, his eyes were full of pain and struggle, as if he was trying to convince Hunyu, and as if he was trying to convince himself.

However, Hunyu did not back down. She gritted her teeth tightly, and her eyes flashed with a firm light.

She looked at the middle-aged man and the tribesmen who were willing to follow her. Her voice was firm and powerful: "That's better than a life of cowardice! We can't go on like this, we can't hide in the dark like mice, and live a dark life. We have to fight for our future, for our dignity, and for our glory!"

Her voice was full of passion and determination, as if at this moment, she was no longer the weak girl, but a real warrior, a leader fighting for the future of her people.

She continued:

"Listen to those who are willing to follow me. You may die. I will not hide this fact. But I promise that if we win this battle, we won't have to live such a miserable life. We can live openly and practice openly, and we can choose the place we like to practice. We can get rid of the oppression and massacre of the Holy Temple and become truly free people!"