First, when Lin Su wanted to wipe out a clan, no one could stop him. Even a race as formidable as the Fire Clan, with every one of its members focused on the task, was still powerless to change anything.
Second, in Lin Su's Grand Chess Game, the Twelve Foreign Races were dispensable.
With that, the psychological "price" of the Twelve Foreign Races was driven straight into a corner.
What they had to consider was no longer how much benefit they could claim from this unprecedented great cooperation. Before them, there were only two choices: obey, and live! Refuse, and perish!
Thus, the remaining Ten Great Foreign Races set aside all conditions, immediately swore Heavenly Dao Oaths, and happily rushed out of seclusion to slaughter demons.
Without those two earlier displays of utter resolve, did they really think these races would have behaved so obediently?
If they had not argued with you over every unreasonable demand until heaven darkened and earth dimmed, would they have been willing to let the matter rest?
The Military Sage took military strategy as his Dao.
The Yi Sage took Go as his Dao.
While deeply admiring Lin Su's uncompromising strategy, steeped in the Dao of war, the Dao of Go, and even the Dao of negotiation, the Military Sage and the Yi Sage could not help sharing a question: would that man from the Confucian school launch a trial against Lin Su over his excessively murderous, extreme actions?
Not at present!
Not in the slightest!
It had been nine days since Lin Su began his two ruthless massacres. Word had long reached the Holy Hall. Debate raged over there, yet Above the Third Heaven was quiet as night. That in itself was abnormal!
This was what unsettled the two great figures at this moment.