Elephant Nation

Outskirts of Xiong City, Zhao Palace.

Study.

Zhao Hao had a head of black hair, with only his temples slightly gray. He had a broad face, a high forehead, and an imposing gaze.

Sunlight from the clear sky streamed into the study, yet a faint layer of dark clouds surfaced in Zhao Hao's eyes.

All his children were dead.

A trace of suspicion flashed through his eyes.

How had this happened?

According to the original plan, everything should have gone smoothly.

Could it be that the Supreme Court and the other Martial Clans had joined hands against the Zhao family?

Yet all information indicated that the Supreme Court was holding still, and none of the Martial Clans had openly torn off the mask.

The Supreme Court had a tradition: luring the snake from its hole.

He had not left the hole, so the Supreme Court had baited the snake without striking.

The world had never been a single slab of iron.

Back when they faced the Eagle Alliance, the compromising factions within the country had been immensely powerful. Even after Zhao Sheng defeated the Eagle Alliance, he had not completely shattered the braids in those people's hearts.

All these years, the Martial Government had never lacked administrators who worshiped the Eagle Alliance.

Much less now, when Dragon Nation's opponent was the Demonic Beast World, far surpassing the Eagle Alliance.

The current Zhao family was no longer merely the Zhao family.

It was the banner of those forces willing to compromise with Demons. It could not fall.

Even most neutral forces had admitted that the compromise faction might have some use, in case Humans were defeated—

Only the hardline forces resolutely opposed this mistaken way of thinking.

It was not only the Martial Government factions. Some Martial Saint Realm experts already