The blood oath had been formed, with the Heavenly Dao as witness.
The golden rune, woven from origin essence blood and Heavenly Dao Profound Yellow Qi, floated in midair, emanating an ancient and solemn aura. The fate of the entire Dragon Clan had been placed on this desperate gamble.
The hall was deathly silent.
Nezha and Shi Ji had been completely intimidated by Ao Bing's resolve to perish together with his enemy.
They had never imagined that the Dragon Clan, renowned for its boundless pride, would be driven into such a desperate corner and make such a mad decision.
They were trading the future of their entire clan for the title of servant.
That required more than courage.
It required the despair of being forced to the edge of a cliff, with a bottomless abyss behind them.
Ao Bing knelt on the floor, his body swaying as though he might collapse at any moment. His face was white as paper, and cold sweat had soaked his entire body. Yet his eyes remained fixed on the man who had shown no reaction from beginning to end, carrying his final thread of hope.
Throughout Azure Stone Palace, every gaze, every aura, every thread of karma converged upon Qin Feng alone.
Yet Qin Feng still did not look at him.
Qin Feng merely swept his gaze over the golden oath rune. His eyes were as still as an ancient well, as though the blood oath carrying the destiny of an entire race was nothing more than a somewhat unusual sight to him.
Protect the Dragon Clan?
Qin Feng's thoughts raced.
To him, it was no difficult matter.
Oppose the Heavenly Court?
For Shi Ji's sake, he had already confronted Yuanshi Tianzun's decree head-on. He had trampled the Heavenly Court's pride into the dirt