Qin Sheng's voice was neither loud nor charged with intense emotion, as though he were discussing some trivial matter. Yet this command made the divine light in Li Daoqing's eyes flicker uncertainly, and his heart could not calm.
Destroy a Primordial Royal Clan?
At such a sensitive time, this was undoubtedly a matter that would pierce the heavens.
Now that Primordial Creatures had begun to emerge, the situation was at its most chaotic. The Desolate Ancient Sacred Lands and the Primordial Clans were both restraining themselves and probing each other, trying to find their place in Beidou and determine how they should coexist.
An invisible string stretched across the entire Beidou Cultivation World. It was being drawn tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment.
Any action could send the relationship between the Ancient Clans and the Human Race sliding into an unknowable abyss, let alone such an extreme act as directly wiping out a Primordial Royal Clan.
To many Ancient Clans, this was no different from a declaration of war. It showed that Shaking Light simply did not take them seriously.
If they dared destroy the Primordial Spirit Clan today, would they dare attack Spirit Valley tomorrow? Would Ten Thousand Dragon Nest be trampled flat the day after?
To put it in Earth's terms, the international situation was tense, with the signs of a world war already brewing. For the moment, everyone could still restrain themselves and tried to resolve matters through other means—public opinion, assassinations, espionage, and the like.
But if Shaking Light Holy Land suddenly launched a blitz attack on the Primordial Spirit Clan—
After a moment of silence, Li Daoqing said, "Saint Lord, the Primordial Spirit Clan is rather unusual. Destroying them may be somewhat difficult."
"They have an Ancient Emperor Weapon as well?" Qin