He was right!
Naturally, no one would be foolish enough to listen to his nonsense now.
But what if the war turned against the Human Race, or they even sank into despair?
At that point, his words would become a straw they could clutch at to save their lives.
Countless people would be unable to stop themselves from persuading themselves, deceiving themselves!
Because when that time came, they would see willingly letting the Blood Clan devour their bloodlines as their only path to survival!
"What methods! What scheming!"
The Primordial Saint sneered, but he also knew that whatever he said now would be meaningless.
"I am merely telling you all the truth in complete sincerity!"
The Blood Clan Little Prince shook his head earnestly. His gaze rested darkly on the Primordial Saint, the friendliness from before suddenly gone, replaced by intense killing intent.
"Now, I would like to ask: who killed those of my clansmen who descended ahead of time?"
As soon as he said this, a cold wind swept through the scene, and everyone felt an intense killing intent.
Naturally, everyone had a hand in slaughtering the Blood Clan, but now that the Blood Clan Little Prince had come to collect the debt, few could truly remain calm.
"It was me!"
The Primordial Saint spoke calmly. He met the little prince's eyes without flinching and even walked slowly toward him.
"A mere Saint! In the endless starry sky, you are nothing but a tiny ant! Yet you dared to slaughter my clan at will?"
The Blood Clan Little Prince sighed. He gazed darkly at the Primordial Saint, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.
He had to slay the Primordial Saint with the force of thunder and lightning!
Only then could he strike fear into their hearts