"Your guild gave the New Holy Court tremendous help, but you also caused us no shortage of trouble. If there were no benefits involved, would you have been willing to help us so much? Since we're talking about benefits, then let's talk about benefits. Surely you don't want the benefits while also expecting me to show you personal consideration?" I asked coldly.
"Hmph, Devourer of Gods, there's no arguing with that. But even if we're talking about benefits, shouldn't our benefits be guaranteed? Yet you want us to undergo the same modifications as the Ten Elders' Council. That's a method for dealing with enemies—how can you use it on us?" The Supreme Guildmaster voiced his dissatisfaction with a cold snort.
I chuckled and said, "I'm modifying your divine eyes, but I'm only leaving a back door. If everyone remains at peace, naturally no one will do anything to you. But if you act against us, why should I let you, my defeated subordinates, knead me as you please? You've fallen into my hands now. I could wipe you all out right here, then go back and tell both the guild and the Holy Court that you died fighting one another. How about that?"
The words sounded like a joke, but they still left the dozen or so top divine cultivators present deathly pale, because I truly had the ability to do it.
No one dared answer. I continued, "I don't want to threaten people. Compared to killing all of you cleanly, threatening you is actually more troublesome for me. I'd still have to consider the cost of taking your lives in the future. But if I kill you now, the Holy Court and the guild will both lose their strongest combatants. Wouldn't it be even easier for my New Holy