Royal Court Blood Dragon

Atop the ancestral tower of the Hei Clan,

Two Nascent Soul True Lords quietly watched the Golden Core cultivators below die and self-destruct, utterly disregarding their own lives.

For some reason, though they were clearly so weak, a faint chill rose in both their hearts.

"Hahaha!"

"Look at these people."

Divine Crow True Lord pointed at Hei Louxi and the other collateral-line Golden Core cultivators fleeing below, then suddenly laughed. "Tell me, if they escape successfully, will they make exterminating the Iron Clan their lifelong goal?"

"Will they curse me, this old ancestor, as a dog-bastard in their hearts, wishing they could eat my flesh and sleep on my skin?"

"Hahaha, and this is only them. In the future, the Iron Clan will surely create countless Hei Louxis, countless Golden Core cultivators willing to self-destruct."

"Just thinking of it, old friend Gui Fu, fills me with bliss and delight."

Divine Crow True Lord burst into laughter. "I think that even if the entire Northern Plains can surrender, even if the Six Paths Sect might be accepted, you alone, old friend—you and the Iron Clan alone—will inevitably be exterminated to the last chicken and dog by the many Nascent Soul cultivators born of Northern Plains collateral lines, should they ever get the chance."

"Come, drain this cup."

"Hahaha!"

A thread of Nascent Soul pressure, together with ripples spreading from the Hei Clan's formation, enveloped True Lord Gui Fu.

Clearly, he was not as unconcerned as he appeared about being forced to slaughter every remaining Hei Clan Golden Core cultivator, crippling the clan's strength from then on and bringing its reforms to utter failure.

"Thank you for your congratulations."

"Divine Crow, old friend, this is precisely what my Iron Clan hopes for."

True Lord Gui Fu's expression remained calm. "Over the past