"Brother, your considerations are most sound. This way, we need not worry about the Yao Race's warriors growing restless!
But before we eliminate the Witch Race, that grave threat to our very heart, neither daoist Kunpeng of the North Sea nor East King Duke's Purple Mansion Immortal Court can be allowed to remain.
Otherwise, after all our toil, we would merely be making wedding clothes for them!"
A cold glint flickered in Eastern Emperor Taiyi's eyes, and a trace of sinister severity surfaced on his face as he spoke.
"Mm." Dijun nodded, a hint of ruthlessness appearing in his eyes. "First, subdue the Yao Race under Kunpeng's command and perfect the fortune of the Yao Race Heavenly Court. Then dispatch our armies to wipe out the Purple Mansion Immortal Court, and use East King Duke's head to deter those Great Divine Ability Users harboring ulterior motives!"
After speaking, Dijun let out a faint sigh. "What a pity. Fellow daoist Kunpeng's fortune is linked to that of our Yao Race Heavenly Court. I had originally intended to slowly win him over, but beneath the crushing force of the Heavenly Dao Trend, our Yao Race Heavenly Court no longer has enough time!
I only hope fellow daoist Kunpeng knows what is good for him. Otherwise, for the Yao Race Heavenly Court's grand ambition, I can only bring down the killing hand!"
"Brother, you worry too much. Kunpeng is a lonely person with no power to speak of. Once we force him into a desperate corner, there is no fear that he will refuse to submit. When the time comes, we can refine a wisp of his true spirit into the Monster Summoning Banner. Wouldn't that leave him at the mercy of our Yao Race Heavenly Court?
Still, we must be more cautious