With his terrifying talent as the fifth prince of the Southern Sea Dragon Palace,
if his father personally killed the White-Robed Youth who had luckily seized the shattered continent from his eighth brother and successfully broken through to the Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Realm,
perhaps he could use that shattered continent to fulfill his eighth brother's unfinished dream and break through to the Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Realm himself.
But judging by his father's reaction to the news, he had no intention of hunting down the mastermind behind his eighth brother's death.
What is Father hiding up his sleeve?
Could he be afraid that if I become a Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal, the Southern Sea Dragon Palace's rules will force him to share his Cultivation Resources with me?
Father, you truly disappoint your son!
He was a demon who had lived for countless years. Perhaps such a long life had dulled the bonds of blood.
But Old Eighth was still his father's own son. Yet his father had shown such indifference to his death.
It seemed that in the Southern Sea Dragon Palace, where cultivation and strength were all that mattered, everything else was empty talk.
"Sigh!"
"Ao Shun, if you won't show me kindness, don't blame your son for showing you none!"
With a sigh, Ao Quan glared resentfully toward the great hall. Then he transformed into a giant dragon and sped into the distance without looking back.
Ao Shun withdrew his head, unaware of everything that had happened outside the hall.
Of course, even if he had known, he would not have done anything to his son in front of so many members of the maternal clan.
As the information his fifth son had brought him echoed through his mind, Ao Shun's expression grew calmer.
He had known that his eighth son had failed