How could it possibly be that simple?
Saint Lord Taichu asked him, "Let me ask you something. Did your Father King raise a group of magical beasts before?"
"Where are those magical beasts being kept now? Is it convenient for you to tell me?"
That was already an extremely polite and dignified way of putting it.
If he refused to answer, Saint Lord Taichu would crush him.
To his surprise, the other party truly had no intention of responding. In his heart, he had always believed—
If Saint Lord Taichu had the guts, he could just kill him. There was no need to waste so much breath here on meaningless nonsense.
Those little dragon beasts were all descendants of the Dragon King. The Dragon King wanted to restore the entire Dragon Clan to its former state.
Then they could only rely on these little dragon beasts. No one else could help.
But if Saint Lord Taichu killed all these dragon beasts, then in the days ahead—
Wouldn't the Dragon King lose all hope? That was why Saint Lord Taichu had always said—
Although the Dragon King was already dead, Saint Lord Taichu still had leverage over him. He simply had not been willing to mention it.
Saint Lord Taichu said to them, "My temper is still fairly good right now."
"If you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, don't blame me for being rude."
Logically speaking, once such threats were spoken aloud—
They should have been quite frightening.
Yet for some reason—
No matter how frightening something was, there would always be people willing to take the risk.
People who wanted to go against Saint Lord Taichu.
One of the little dragon beasts said to Saint Lord Taichu, "All you know is how to bully ordinary people like