The Right Protector, however, looked at the Blood Soul King Beast and said calmly, "Blood Soul King Beast! This was an accident. We never wanted this either."
At those words, the Blood Soul King Beast snorted coldly and shouted with scorn, "An accident? Hmph! Then if I killed all of you here, would that count as an accident too?"
As he spoke, wisps of black-and-red aura erupted from his body, writhing like spirit snakes. Every Immortal Race Cultivator present felt a heart-stopping pressure from his cultivation realm. It was so terrifying that even their auras seemed to freeze.
The Right Protector said coldly, "Blood Soul King Beast! Are you trying to declare war on the Immortal Race? Your Blood Souls Sea may be powerful, but do you think you can stand against us?"
As she spoke, a sharp glint appeared in the Right Protector's eyes as she stared at the Blood Soul King Beast.
Indeed, the Immortal Race was the strongest race in the Heavenly Spirit Realm, far beyond anything ordinary races could compare with.
If the Immortal Race stamped its foot in the Heavenly Spirit Realm and issued a command through an Immortal Edict, who, aside from a handful of exceptional beings, would dare defy or resist it?
The Immortal Race was notorious for repaying even the smallest slight and shielding its own. It was not so easily humiliated.
Hearing this, the corner of the Blood Soul King Beast's eye twitched. His aura surged as he said coldly, "Hmph! Which Immortal King do you serve, to dare speak to me like this?"
Members of the Immortal Race had their own ranks and standing. Those who were not listed in the clan genealogy and served under ordinary Immortal Kings were merely ordinary clansmen, with nothing much to fear.
How could