This sentence sounded ordinary, yet it carried a stench of blood.
What Eighth Lord meant was for Zhou Daqian's personal guards to kill someone and take their demon bone as the primer for the Gu Emperor's hatching.
Not only would that ruin the plans of Wu Luoye and the other mixed-blood shamans, it would also greatly offend Zhou Daqian. The lives of his personal guards were lives too. If they died fighting with all their strength, that was only natural—but if they were slaughtered as materials...
"Lord, please think twice!"
Lian Feihong was absent, so Wu Luoye could only brace herself and plead. Her purpose was not to squeeze out Zhou Daqian. If this matter drove the Zhou Clan of the Left Manor and them to the point of fire and water, the loss would outweigh the gain.
Demonic creatures were rare, but not nonexistent. With enough time and effort, they could always find one or two alive.
There was no need to force Zhou Daqian to sacrifice his personal guards.
Lu Xiangxing was shaken to the core. Zhou Daqian had barely stepped down as Thousand Commander when Eighth Lord crossed the river and tore down the bridge, setting his sights on the other man's personal guards. Such a ruthless, cold-blooded nature was truly not the bearing of a ruler.
His heart was uneasy as he recalled a recent rumor: Xiaoyaozi of the northern lands was very likely that Body Engraver he knew.
He secretly resolved to find a chance to visit the man and explore how the road ahead should be walked.
Eighth Lord said calmly, "No need for further words. If Zhou Daqian cares for the greater good, he should hand over the demon bone willingly."
Clearly, he would not listen to persuasion and was determined to make