"Ah-ha, you mean we should make a move and assassinate Zhou Hui?" White Zetsu said with great interest.
Words that none of the major powers on the Southern Bright Continent dared to speak lightly were delivered by White Zetsu as casually as if the person they wanted to kill were merely an ordinary man, someone they could dispose of with a wave of the hand.
"Do you have any suggestions?" the Deva Path asked indifferently.
"I wouldn't call it a suggestion, but with the strength of our [Akatsuki] organization at the moment, I'm afraid it will be difficult. As the ruler of a nation, Zhou Hui's means of preserving his life, along with the guards around him, are our greatest obstacles," White Zetsu said softly.
If the ruler of a nation were truly so easy to kill, the emperors of the five great nations would have been assassinated countless times already. The reason they had stood firm on this ancient continent for so many years was because their foundations were beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
"Just because we can't kill him now doesn't mean we won't be able to kill him later. Zhou Hui must die. The only question is how much longer he gets to live," the Deva Path said.
"First, investigate the defensive forces around Zhou Hui and gather intelligence. Once the time is right, we'll strike. At the very least, he needs to understand the price of laying hands on a divine envoy of our [Akatsuki] organization!"
"Understood!" White Zetsu nodded and began arranging for his clones and subordinate guardians to gather toward the imperial capital of the Land of Fire.
Lin Chuan was currently adjusting his condition in the Luo River Sect. Once the eight Nascent Souls in his body had completely stabilized, he would