"Blood River King! My Flame Slurry Family has already pledged loyalty to the Flame Liu Imperial Son..."
"Your slave has some nerve! We serve beneath the Flame Liu Imperial Son..."
"You'll die a miserable death!"
Within the Flame Slurry Family, the last Horned Demon Tribe lineage in the Yellow Sand Minor Realm, a blood river that reached the heavens emerged from the void, breached the formation, and flooded the entire lineage.
All the clamor, curses, and roars eventually vanished without a trace.
Moments later, one smooth, single-horned white skeleton after another floated up within the blood river, carpeting a vast expanse as far as the eye could see.
The lofty masters and noble lords who had once stood supreme in the hearts of countless slave races had now become lifeless objects, no longer distinguishable from one another.
"All beings are equal..."
"I have bestowed this upon you. You should be grateful to me..."
The Blood Robe Daoist emerged from the blood river, muttering to himself.
The blood river rolled back upon itself, and the entire Flame Slurry Family became silent. The air was fresh and pleasant, without the slightest scent of blood. Everything was exceptionally clean.
The Azure Sky Imperial Son did not appear.
The people of this lineage had never been his subordinates to begin with. Having betrayed him once again, they naturally could not expect rescue.
As for the Flame Liu Imperial Son...
Though his attitude had always been forceful and he berated others at the drop of a hat, at this moment, he might not have dared to appear before the half-mad Blood River King and scold him from on high in the manner of a master.
After the last Flame Slurry Family was destroyed,
the Blood River King calmed down somewhat.
He looked across the entire