For His Majesty Xue Ye, the destruction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could also turn the conflicts among his country's nobles outward, uniting them against a common enemy. That was another benefit!
Of course, there were drawbacks too.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had, after all, supported the imperial family of the Heaven Dou Empire. The deaths of so many Soul Masters were a blow to the empire's overall strength that could not be ignored.
At that moment, His Majesty Xue Ye's heart was torn between joy and anger. He snarled, "Do they really think my Heaven Dou Empire wouldn't dare declare war on them?"
"Dad!" Ning Rongrong still had not recovered from the shock. Her eyes were filled with grief.
"Rongrong, you must hold on. Turn your grief and anger into strength, succeed him as sect master, and rally the direct-line disciples who are away training. Stand with the Heaven Dou Empire against Spirit Hall and avenge our fallen kin," the old man said solemnly.
"Yes, you're right, Seventh Grandpa. If I don't avenge this, I swear I'm not worthy of being human!" Ning Rongrong clenched her delicate hands. Su Chen's figure surfaced in her mind, and a flicker of conflict appeared in her eyes. A moment later, that conflict was swallowed by the flames of rage.
"Your Majesty, a Soul Master claiming to be from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is outside requesting an audience."
A soldier entered the hall and addressed His Majesty Xue Ye.
"This is bad!" Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened.
Since Spirit Hall had already struck the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was presumably among its targets as well.
"Big Brother?!"
Yu Xiaogang stared in astonishment at the middle-aged man entering the hall. When he