Slapping the Pope? The Emerald Swan Transforms into a Gluttonous Goose!

Yu Yuanzhen stared fixedly at Yu Luomian, his chest heaving violently. The bloodshot veins in those dragon eyes seemed on the verge of overflowing.

"If you go, wouldn't it still be the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan begging that bitch to release him?"

"Of course it's different."

Yu Luomian's tone was as cold and calm as ice.

"Big Brother, you are the clan leader. You represent the pride of the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. If you go personally, it means the clan is bowing its head, that we are wagging our tails and begging for mercy."

"With Spirit Hall deliberately steering the narrative, people across the continent might even think we were the ones trying to start a war."

He paused, and his voice grew even colder.

"But if I go, it'll be different."

"I'm merely the clan's second-in-command. I can go as the clan's representative, or as an uncle worried about his disappointing nephew. How we frame it is entirely up to us."

"Whether it is the clan applying pressure or an elder paying a visit, the initiative remains in our hands. Even if Bibi Dong wants to lash out, she won't have an excuse to blow things up."

After he finished speaking, the council hall fell deathly silent.

Yu Yuanzhen panted heavily. He wanted to refute him, but found himself unable to say a single word.

That was right.

The man was already dead.

Going to fight now would accomplish nothing except turn the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan into a complete laughingstock and cost them even more lives.

What mattered most now was putting on a show for the entire continent.

We of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan dare to clash head-on with Spirit Hall, even for a piece of trash!

They could not