Chapter 342 [The Hard Days Are Over]

Guen waited a few seconds, and when no one spoke, he shook his head and muttered softly, "As expected, having that fool Luo Xiuqing lead for so many years, the Ghost Race people have become much more cowardly."

Hundreds of people from various tribes of the Ghost Race suppressed their thoughts deeply, obediently lowered their heads, and dared not look at Guen.

Then he sighed, his tone carrying a hint of impatience: "Since no one wants to die, then just obediently follow orders!"

Guen’s tone was filled with disgust and dissatisfaction:

"Within ten days, each of you return to your tribes and reorganize your people.

Within three months, any tribe that doesn’t gather, the first thing I’ll do after gathering the other tribes is lead them to flatten your tribe!

Remember, remember! Don’t give me this opportunity."

Guen’s tone carried a hint of madness, but none of the hundreds of Ghost Race elders dared to speak, though their expressions varied.

Some bowed and saluted before leaving, while others turned pale, looking worried.

And some left with a look of indignation, all of which Guen took note of.

"You’ve just taken office and are already doing this, aren’t you afraid of causing trouble? The new clan leader, you haven’t established your prestige yet."

East Sea spoke coldly.

"I have no damned prestige," Guen cursed, coldly saying, "After being locked up for hundreds of years, who the hell recognizes me now, those old fellows from my era are either dead already. Those still alive, the other day you cleansed the Black Wood Tribe, were also killed by you.

Now in the Black Wood Tribe, those younger folks probably haven’t even heard my name. I’ve been locked up for hundreds of years, outside, I have no prestige, no backing, what kind of prestige do I have, why would I care about prestige.

I am the clan leader appointed by the ancestor, so I’ll do as the ancestor says, why would I need prestige? I just need to borrow the ancestor’s prestige, whatever I do, it’s the ancestor’s order, defying me means defying the ancestor, deserving execution!"

As he spoke, Guen looked at East Sea: "Didn’t you do the same trick when you cleansed the Black Wood Tribe and killed the elders?"

East Sea sighed: "But you’re seriously planning to wage war at the City of No Return? Against the Demon Race..."

"Let’s fight."

Guen spread his hands: "It’s been idle for decades, the Ghost Race has grown lazy over decades, idling to a ridiculous degree!

Luo Xiuqing, that woman, was too weak, always thinking to achieve her plans through strategies and schemes, not realizing what couldn’t be obtained on the battlefield is even harder to get through negotiation.

His tone gradually turned cold: "A battle is inevitable! A fierce battle!

Winning or losing isn’t really important, because the matter of victory is ultimately about the Saints above arm-wrestling.

We ants just have to uphold the prestige of the Saint Venerables.

Fight! Fight fiercely, even if we lose, but let’s destroy dozens of mountains, spill rivers of blood!

Kill tens of thousands of people! Let this tell those opposing the Ghost Race, tell the world, that regardless of victory or defeat, the Ghost Race doesn’t fear death and dares to die!

Tell the world, whoever opposes the Ghost Race, no matter the outcome, the Ghost Race can tear a huge chunk of flesh from the opponent!

Luo Xiuqing reigned over the Ghost Race for years, smart enough but her biggest problem was being too smart. Smart people are always calculating, trying to solve problems the cleverest way, never ruthless, always weighing pros and cons.

Resulting in being too scared to fight, failing negotiations. Strands for decades make the Domain Realm perceive the Ghost Race as increasingly weak.

Even when half of the City of No Return got taken by Demon Race, she hesitated to make a decision, couldn’t be stalwart, dared not show a stance of a desperate fight, thus inevitably getting devoured!

As he spoke, Guen glanced at East Sea: "You think the ancestor punished Luo Xiuqing merely for those small-handed schemes done secretly?

The Saint Venerable doesn’t care about those small schemes from the ants below—the premise is that your schemes achieve the kind of purpose the Saint desires.

But ultimately, Luo Xiuqing had many petty schemes, yet the overall situation increasingly declined.

If she wasn’t unlucky, who would be?

It’s only because the ancestor is soft-hearted and nostalgic.

If it were my era, Luo Xiuqing’s skin would have been peeled off to make drums, and her head chopped off and passed among the eighteen tribes to serve as a warning!"

East Sea laughed bitterly: "You... truly are a madman."

"You don’t understand a damn thing, little East Sea." Guen sneered, glancing at East Sea: "Just focus on being a Sword Servant, this sort of thing, being a Sword Cultivator, you won’t figure it out in a lifetime, it’s not your forte."

East Sea sighed: "So, you’re really going to attack the City of No Return next? Can it be captured?"

"Not important." Guen shook his head: "Whether it’s captured or not is not important.

Even if we lose ultimately, I’ll still wreck the City of No Return, damage it, even destroy it, reducing it to ruins!

Even if a million Ghost Race die, it’s irrelevant.

This battle is to tell the Domain Realm that the Ghost Race doesn’t fear death, even if a million or several million die! If you want to oppose the Ghost Race, be ready for such a hefty price in deaths!

The Ghost Race emerged from the wilds! They’ve established themselves in the Southern Border, relying on fearlessness, relying on recklessness!

Comparing with the Demon Race, with the major sects and families, the Ghost Race is barefoot.