"So much the better."
King Shen Shan felt relieved. "This Slave King is clearly someone who harbors immense hatred toward the Imperial Clan. If he cannot be controlled, he must be eliminated as soon as possible."
"Haha!"
"Seventh Uncle, rest assured."
Flame Liu Imperial Son was unconcerned. "Blood River King is hardly the only one who hates the Imperial Clan. Among the many slave races, I would say at least seventy or eighty percent of the Slave Kings are like this."
"No matter, no matter."
"They are merely weaklings like ants. If they did not bear resentment, I would be worried instead."
"That does seem to be the case..."
King Shen Shan smiled wryly.
Indeed. Slaves, Blood Food, and the like possessed intelligence. Aside from a few exceptional cases, it would be stranger if they bore no resentment.
The Magic Rock Tribe's patriarch stood respectfully where he was, taking no part in any discussion among the Imperial Clan's kings.
"Seventh Uncle, can the various kings still be won over..."
Flame Liu Imperial Son asked with a trace of concern.
Having undergone tempering, he was rapidly maturing. He was not nearly as naive as he appeared outwardly; much of the time, he was simply putting on an act for others to see.
"It will be difficult, Imperial Son."
"I have already spread the news that Blood River King is your avatar. The kings' rage has gone from extreme fury to considerable fury, which has reduced it somewhat, but it is still of no use."
King Shen Shan said heavily.
"We have already lost the moral high ground."
"Under such circumstances, there is only killing, only slaughter—beat them until they tremble in fear, kill until blood flows into rivers, until kings' heads fall one after another and blood splashes across the starry