"Younger Brother Yun He, you saw it yourself. I meant to show mercy and let him off, but instead he spouted outrageous nonsense, saying whatever came into his head. Tell me, can we let him leave? If you keep standing in my way, don't blame us for disregarding the friendship our families have shared for years!"
As Nie Que spoke, he spat out his Lip Spear and Tongue Sword, making no attempt to hide the murderous intent in his eyes.
The Lip Spear and Tongue Sword before Yun Ao trembled slightly, giving a clear, melodious ring.
"Uncle, as our family head, you are still my kin. I'll give you ample time to consider. Once all the dragon-pattern rice and Sacred Blood Jade have been harvested, if you remain stubbornly misguided and continue protecting this outsider, your nephew... will have no choice but to act for the Cloud Family!" Yun Ao's expression was resolute as he laid all his cards on the table.
Nie Que said, "Then I'll do Yun Ao the courtesy of waiting until the rice and Sacred Blood Jade have been harvested before deciding. Let Yun Fang live a little longer! Men, help Yun Ao's people excavate the Sacred Blood Jade. Once it's dug out, divide it equally into four shares. No one is to touch them. Anyone who dares pocket even one piece of Sacred Blood Jade will have three branches of his clan exterminated!"
Over a hundred men ran toward the harvested Dragon-Pattern Rice Field with mechanical components on their backs. After assembling the mechanisms, they began rapidly digging up the soil, stopping whenever they reached the hard rock of the mountain.
The mechanisms excavated with remarkable speed. In less than two hours, the vast stretch of soil had been cleared away, and all the dragon-pattern