"Enough pointless talk, Old Ma... Master. Just do as I said and go straight to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Either they hand Gangzi over, or their entire clan gets wiped out."
Seeing Qian Daoliu's eyelids twitching so hard they were practically falling apart, Bai Ranmo finally understood the message in his eyes: "For fuck's sake, act like my disciple!" Bai Ranmo decided to spare the Old Man some dignity and call him Master in front of others.
"Doesn't the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect go on every day about how the Upper Three Sects stand together? Let's see how they stand together when two of those three are gone!" Bai Ranmo declared with utter bravado. In his plans for the future, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was little more than an NPC. Whether he destroyed them made hardly any difference.
"Saint Son, in my opinion, destroying the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would be quite inappropriate. Necessary measures must still be taken, however." Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyelids twitched. This was one of the Upper Three Sects. How could they simply wipe it out like that?
Bai Ranmo looked speechless. "Fine, then I have another plan—"
None of the Consecrations or Elders expected a good idea from Bai Ranmo.
Sure enough, Bai Ranmo spoke with a perfectly straight face. "First, go to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and tell them to hand Gangzi over. If they refuse, Master, you hit them with an Angel's Breath. Tell them they have to hand him over next month. If they still refuse next month, hit them with another Angel's Breath! Keep going until they hand him over!"
Everyone: "..."
How was this any different from his last plan?
Looking at the silent crowd, Bai Ranmo wrinkled his nose. "Is there