Watching Little Tenth Zhao Yang sprawled by the pool, vomiting nonstop, Wu Chu guessed that this fellow was very likely the future Lu Ya Daojun. After all, the little guy was stubborn as iron and remarkably bold, which suited the temperament of that Lu Ya Daojun, who had been bent on restoring the Demon Clan's former glory.
By then, the Witch Clan had vanished, the Demon Clan had weakened, the Heavenly Court had only just been established, and the Human Clan reigned supreme. Without a head of iron and enough courage, how could one dare harbor such lofty ambitions?
Seeing the other nine little ones looking pitifully at little Zhao Yang, as if they felt he had been terribly wronged and wanted to plead for him but did not dare, Wu Chu waved a hand and shoved them all into the bath pool, forcing them to gulp down several mouthfuls of water. "Your little brother made a mistake and was punished, yet you older brothers did not even speak up for him. You have no brotherly affection at all. You all deserve punishment!"
"..."
Glug glug glug...
The little ones wanted to curse, but the moment they opened their mouths, they all drank bathwater.
Their divine power had long been sealed, leaving them no room to resist.
Fortunately, Xi He was not secretly watching at the time. Otherwise, she would surely have been angered to tears by this sight. Her sons, whom she cherished like treasures, afraid they would melt in her mouth or break in her hands, were being taught like this. What mother would not feel heartbroken?
But Wu Chu did not care. These little ones had roots and origins that were far too formidable, and each was unruly and arrogant. If he did not give them a