Heavenly Fire Old Ghost was at least formidable, having roamed these waters unchecked for years, and their clashes had brought victories and defeats on both sides.
But this Blood River Old Devil was merely a junior fresh out of the thatched hut. What gave him the right to act so arrogantly?
Recently, people had even been claiming that he held sway over the borders of three archipelagos. To Dragon-Seal Vajra, that was utterly absurd.
What a fucking joke on the founding patriarch!
True, that down-and-out Condensed Jade Sect had stumbled into a pile of dog-shit luck and produced Xuanji, a Dharma Nascent Soul True Lord.
With that mighty figure behind them, they could indeed flourish for four or five hundred years.
But that was absolutely no reason for the brat Blood River Old Devil to ride on their heads and throw his weight around!
His Cold Mountain Temple and the Three Corpse Demon Sect might not have a True Lord presiding over them like the Condensed Jade Sect did.
But as long as they acted cautiously, committed no major mistakes, and left no leverage in the Condensed Jade Sect's hands, even Xuanji True Lord could not attack them at will.
Moreover, in conflicts involving the two sects' core interests, as long as nothing as serious as the Four Sects' siege of Xuanji Peak occurred, even if Xuanji True Lord intervened, the True Lord would not strike to kill.
At most, it would be like slicing flesh with a dull knife, making them bleed a little.
Dragon-Seal Vajra gazed into the distance. Across these waters spanning millions of li, the archipelagos interlocked like canine teeth, their powers tangled in a complicated web.
But everyone knew one thing: these waters had only one sea-steadying divine pillar, and that was Heavenly Shu True