The Witch Clan's great figures in the hall all smiled.
They had long wanted to turn their blades on Lixin Sword House!
A top-tier Heavenly Sovereign faction that had lost its ancestral grounds and pillar of support was now nothing more than a fat sheep penned within their territory, waiting to be slaughtered.
"Patriarch, give the order, and we will immediately storm Lixin Sword House. We guarantee that we'll take them all down!"
The armored man, burly as a mountain, spoke in a deep, booming voice.
Bei Lin.
The Witch Clan's Second Priest, with formidable combat strength and a bloodthirsty nature.
"That would be unwise."
Patriarch Meng Che shook his head. "The sword cultivators of Lixin Sword House are all unafraid of death. If we push them into a corner, it is bound to end with both sides suffering."
"Then what should we do?"
Everyone turned their gazes toward Meng Che.
"Threaten them!"
Meng Che said calmly, "Tell them plainly that if they wish to continue receiving our protection, they must submit, hand over all of Lixin Sword House's inheritances and treasures, and allow everyone in their sect to accept the command of our Witch Clan and act according to our orders!"
"Otherwise, they must get out at once! Our Witch Clan does not feed idlers!"
The crowd exchanged glances, unable to conceal their disappointment.
Such a threat was far too conservative. It was nowhere near as straightforward as simply killing their way in.
Patriarch Meng Che smiled faintly. "Do not worry. To preserve their inheritance and the lives of their disciples, Lixin Sword House will surely submit. After all, they know full well that without our protection, they will be homeless dogs hunted and cursed by everyone beneath the heavens."
After a pause, his gaze deepened. "Besides, do they