Lin Xiong burst into hearty laughter.
"Of course I knew! Second Master and I are blood brothers!"
"Lin Zhongjian had wanted to use it at a more useful moment, but the Dark Clan forced it out by sending two members of the Illusion Heaven Clan. Still, it's fine. I think the greatest value of this matter was letting you, Lin Changkong, see their true colors! Is this an alliance? Joining hands with outsiders, hiring murderers to kill their own kin—this isn't an alliance at all. It's groveling and licking boots. Only beasts would do such a thing. Are you willing to keep company with beasts?"
"Lin Changkong, turn around and look at the ancestral memorial tablets. Search your heart properly. We of the Sword God Lin Clan may die standing, but we can never live kneeling!"
The same thing had happened during Lin Jianxing's Little Realm King Rankings struggle, and his elders had done the same outside.
In the end, they had all been killed in return!
"Lin Changkong, the conditions and treaties you proposed are things they could never agree to. Your so-called union of the strong is merely an immature fantasy. Even if they agree to you, once the Sword God Lin Clan is swallowed by them, they can tear up the treaty whenever they wish."
"Perhaps you'll tell me that times have changed, that everything is different now. But let me remind you: the Dark Clan's most miserable period of weakness in history was caused by our two generations of realm kings. No matter how the times change, a hatred that cannot exist beneath the same sky will never change! The New Faction isn't seeking survival—they're sending the Sword God Lin Clan to its death!"
Lin Xiong's voice was rough, but his eyes burned with exceptional fervor.