Royal Court Blood Dragon

Atop the Black Clan ancestor's lofty tower,

the two Nascent Soul True Lords silently watched the Golden Cores below die and self-destruct, utterly disregarding their own lives.

For some reason, though these people were clearly so weak, a faint chill rose in both their hearts.

"Ha ha!"

"Look at these people."

True Monarch Divine Crow pointed at Hei Louxi and the other fleeing collateral Golden Cores, then suddenly laughed. "Tell me, if they escape successfully, will slaughtering the Iron Clan become their lifelong goal in the future?"

"Will they curse this ancestor of mine as a dog bastard in their hearts, hate me so much they wish to eat my flesh and sleep on my skin?"

"Ha ha ha, and that is only these people. In the future, the Iron Clan will surely create countless Hei Louxis, countless Golden Core cultivators willing to self-destruct."

"Just thinking about it, old friend Gui Fu, makes me feel utterly delighted and at ease."

True Monarch Divine Crow threw back his head in laughter. "I think that even if the entire Northern Plains could surrender, even the Six Paths Sect might be accepted—but only you, old friend, only the Iron Clan, if the opportunity comes in the future, will surely be exterminated by the many Nascent Soul cultivators born of Northern Plains collateral branches, leaving not even chickens or dogs behind."

"Come, drain this cup."

"Ha ha!"

A thread of Nascent Soul pressure, together with ripples spreading from the Black Clan's formation, enveloped True Monarch Gui Fu.

Clearly, after being forced to slaughter every remaining Golden Core of the Black Clan, causing their strength to plummet and their reforms to fail completely, he was not as unconcerned as he appeared.

"Thank you for the congratulations."

"Old friend Divine Crow, this is precisely what my