"All right, let's talk terms."
White Garment glanced at the Pope.
That beating would leave him recuperating for at least a few years.
"You were right about one thing." The corners of White Garment's mouth lifted slightly. "The Dragon Kingdom's younger generation is stronger than the Alliance's divine sons."
"If it weren't for Little White Tiger and Old Ninth, I'd have risked everything today to wipe out you, the Marquis, and all those Ancestors and Demon Ancestors in one go."
"But I'm in no hurry now. My old goal was to break through to Nine Awakenings, kill you all, and make the Dragon Kingdom the sole dominant power."
"Things are different now. I want to watch those two brats reach Nine Awakenings."
The longer things dragged on now, the better it was for the Dragon Kingdom.
Naturally, White Garment was in no hurry.
Once Little White Tiger broke through to Eight Awakenings, he and Old Ninth could beat the Pope to death.
"Go back. Keep a close eye on Eden."
White Garment and the Pope were very much in agreement when it came to Eden.
As a rule, they were to be killed on sight.
After all, Eden posed a far greater threat than the Alliance and Federation.
"Then could you let the Coalition Forces soldiers who surrendered return home?" the Pope bargained. "The Alliance needs them to stabilize military morale."
"Go home if you want to dream." White Garment rolled his eyes dramatically. "Have you gone senile? Or did I beat you into dementia?"
"Don't bring up such unrealistic requests again."
"Everyone who took up arms against the Dragon Kingdom must die."
"The Coalition Forces soldiers are already digging their own graves on Kou Island," White Garment said with great benevolence. "Don't you know how to chant scriptures? Go