Send that head to the Celestial Dragons?
Did he think they weren't making enough of a fuss already?!
That was a bomb just waiting to explode!
But then the Elegant Five Elder reconsidered. What did that have to do with them?
Randall was the one sending the head, after all.
Besides, it would help intimidate those Celestial Dragons.
They would reap the benefits, and Randall would take the blame. Perfect.
The Elegant Five Elder returned, followed by someone carrying a bundle.
Seeing this, the One-Speck Five Elder couldn't help asking:
"What is that? It reeks of blood."
The Elegant Five Elder gestured, and the attendant placed the bundle on the table and opened it.
Inside lay a severed head, its eyes still open in death, blood seeping from the ragged stump.
The others sucked in a sharp breath.
"Wait, what the hell is this?" Even the One-Sword Five Elder was stunned.
This wasn't the Elegant Five Elder's style.
Seeing his colleagues wearing the exact same expressions he had earlier, the Elegant Five Elder felt a little better.
He said slowly:
"This is Saint Babababa's head.
Randall learned that the Celestial Dragons were protesting, so he asked us to deliver this to them."
The other four sucked in another sharp breath at that.
How had he come up with such a diabolical idea?
"Well, that could work.
I've been sick of those pigs for a long time.
This is the perfect chance to use Randall to put them in their place!"
The One-Sword Five Elder tightened his grip on his sword's hilt, his smile brimming with killing intent.
Soon, the protesting Celestial Dragons were summoned before the Five Elders.
"Five Elders, how could you let a lowborn wretch run wild in the Holy Land?!"
"Exactly! What does that make us Celestial