Politics meant making our people many and the enemy's people few.
Lianshan Xin had not understood politics, but he had studied the Dragon-Slaying Technique.
All one could say was that reading more books really did help. He Miaojun had not lied to her son.
Of course, Lianshan Xin had no intention of making the Zhou Family his own people. As a Jiangzhou native, he could hardly become one of the Divine Dragon Island Celestial Dragons' own.
But as long as the Zhou Family still had value as an ally, Lianshan Xin was willing to court them for the time being.
Once he had dealt with Taotie, he could settle accounts with these Celestial Dragons after the harvest whenever he liked.
Lianshan Xin personally helped Zhou Shixiong up, and Zhou Shixiong asked earnestly, "Demon Emperor, you said that outside the secret chamber, a gaping, blood-red maw had been hanging over my head all along. Since there was one above me, I imagine the other clan heads have them too?"
Maitreya suddenly reminded Lianshan Xin, "There wasn't one above Xie Wu."
Lianshan Xin raised his eyebrows slightly, but he was not particularly surprised.
If Taotie had been above Xie Wu's head, it would only have been natural for her to have been eaten.
So Taotie's Execution Line must have been established within the last five hundred years. Or perhaps, when Xie Wu advanced to the Celestial Phenomena Realm, someone powerful enough to threaten Taotie had been guarding her, allowing her to escape Taotie's hunt.
Lianshan Xin did not know which was the truth, but he could make it up himself.
As long as he was strong enough, whatever he said was the truth.
And so Lianshan Xin spun a tale without hesitation. "In ancient times, Taotie ate indiscriminately, devouring people everywhere, and