"Cough, cough, cough..."
In the bottom of the deep pit, Song Daoling was disheveled and drenched in blood, utterly stripped of his former majesty.
He struggled to his feet, staggering so badly he could barely straighten his back. His body was covered in gashes left by Spatial Power's rampage, some of which even reached his internal organs.
Looking at Song Changsheng standing close before him and the chains covering the heavens, he suddenly understood something. Hot blood rushed from his heart straight to his head, and he roared with a savage expression, "You did this on purpose?"
"That scout was indeed deliberately allowed to return. You could have taken that opportunity to transfer resources, reinforce your defenses, and fight This Seat openly and honorably. Yet you chose the most cowardly path.
"If you had even a shred of the pride befitting a Golden Core True Person, this Space Blockade would have been useless no matter how carefully I laid it out.
"This Seat told you before that the next time we met would be the day This Seat took your life. This Seat had not intended to act so soon, but if I waited any longer, I feared [Brocade Banner] would be utterly destroyed by your hands." Song Changsheng's gaze was icy, his eyes filled with contempt.
Both were Grand Elders. Song Tianyuan had been willing to give everything for the family's interests, while Song Daoling had cared only about preserving himself. [Brocade Banner] had reached this point, and he absolutely deserved to be called the chief culprit.
The Wangyue Song Clan and [Brocade Banner] had shared the same roots and source. They should have been the closest of allies, yet they had developed into one another's greatest enemies, draining enormous amounts of their energy.
On this point alone, Song