"Curse-kill forty-nine?" The guardian froze for a moment, then quickly understood. "A code phrase? The escaped one?"
"That's right, a code phrase," Nether Shadow replied faintly. The other party was a mighty being, but he was also at the Body Integration Stage and had his own dignity. If he tried to stop the curse-killing, the other party would surely think he had no self-respect. So he could only use this... to send out a coded message.
Did he not cherish his disciples and descendants? That was impossible!
Yet if he did not try to stop it, all his disciples and descendants would die. If he tried, he might save most of them.
It was a difficult decision, but he had no more room to maneuver. From the sect's perspective, losing Golden Core cultivators was still better than losing Nascent Soul cultivators—there were not many disciples in his lineage, but they now had nearly a thousand Golden Core cultivators.
This kind of curse technique was actually very difficult to use. It was not a bloodline curse, but a curse based on karma and connections. Not only was it difficult and mastered by few, but once the backlash came, the caster would bear tremendous karma as well.
To be fair, he did not truly believe the other party had mastered such a curse technique—even if he had, would he really be willing to use it?
His current line of thought was this: assuming the other party could do it, then let forty-nine Golden Core cultivators die.
To put it bluntly, he also harbored some resentment toward his own disciples and descendants. Were they idiots? Such a formidable enemy—never mind that others had provoked him without thinking, but did they not know to investigate first and warn their Ancestral Patriarch?
If they did