"At worst, I'll kill him and be done with it. That will save you from worrying about him here, too."
Hearing those utterly overbearing words, which treated human lives like weeds, everyone from the Luo God Clan atop the walls turned livid with anger.
But Elder Winter paid no heed whatsoever to their fury.
He advanced two steps, looking down from above, and his vast pressure as a Great Perfection Earthly Sovereign bore down on the city like an icy cold tide.
"Luo Tianshen, Luo Li, you'd best open your eyes and take a good look at the situation."
He pointed the tip of his staff at the sea of troops from the Blood God Clan Army surrounding the city and began tallying the score in a sinister tone:
"Here today, apart from me, apart from our Western Heaven Battle Hall, who else can save the several million lives of your Luo God Clan?"
"Unless His Majesty the War Emperor intervenes personally, what Alchemy Master could cure the Chronic Dark Poison Blood God Son inflicted on you?"
"Let me tell you the truth. So long as His Majesty the War Emperor hasn't agreed, so long as the War Hall issues a single prohibition, who in this vast Great Thousand World would dare send a single soldier to help you?"
At this point, Elder Winter put away his Ice Staff and turned his gaze back to the pale-faced Luo Li. A hypocritical sneer curled his lips as he slapped a damning accusation straight onto her.
"Little girl, since you're the Luo God Clan's future hope, you ought to spare more thought for your old clan leader, whose life hangs by a thread, and your hundreds of thousands of clansmen."
"Are you really going to watch the elders who watched you grow