Kong Changluo was dead.
His bones had been crushed to dust, and he had been refined into Calamity Ash.
Such a death dealt an immense blow to the minds of the other Dao ancestors.
The Water Cloud Sword Court was one of Biheng Realm's foremost powers, and as its Supreme Grandmaster, Kong Changluo had lorded over the winds and clouds for countless years, able to call for wind and get wind, call for rain and get rain.
Who could have imagined that he would perish like this?
"If they cannot afford to offend the Zhuanyu Clan, then they can afford to offend my Taihao Clan?"
Taihao Yun Jue sneered. "Such traitors are the most despicable!"
The atmosphere was oppressive, and everyone felt heavy-hearted.
"I know full well that the only reason you serve me is to climb aboard the Taihao Clan's ship and use that connection to free yourselves from the Mystic Phoenix God Race's control."
Taihao Yun Jue spoke again, his tone grim. "But if you want to gain something, that will depend on your own performance!"
Huang Hongyao found those words particularly grating, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed.
Yet in the end, she said nothing.
The other Dao ancestors hurriedly declared their positions, saying that on the road ahead, they were willing to follow Taihao Yun Jue unto death and brave boiling water and blazing fire for him!
Clearly, they had all realized that, during the standoff with the Zhuanyu Clan's camp earlier, none of them had stepped forward on their own initiative, thus provoking Taihao Yun Jue's displeasure.
And now, Taihao Yun Jue was plainly using Kong Changluo's death to rap their knuckles!
Suddenly, the Black-Clothed Woman said, "Huang Hongyao, if you do not mind, come to my room. I have something to ask you."
Huang Hongyao's