Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1146 - 342: Hard Times Are Over

After waiting a few silent moments, Guen shook his head and softly muttered, "As expected, with that fool Luo Xiuqing leading for so many years, the Ghost Race people have grown far more cowardly."

Hundreds of individuals from the various tribes of the Ghost Race deeply suppressed their thoughts, obediently lowering their heads, not daring to meet Guen's gaze.

He then sighed, his tone laced with a hint of impatience: "Since no one wishes to perish, then simply follow my commands obediently!"

Guen's voice was filled with disgust and dissatisfaction:

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

Within three months, any tribe that fails to gather, the very first thing I shall do after assembling the other tribes is lead them to flatten your settlement!

Remember this, take heed! Do not provide me with such an opportunity."

Guen's tone held a touch of madness, yet not one of the hundreds of Ghost Race elders dared to utter a word, though their expressions betrayed a range of emotions.

Some bowed and offered salutes before departing, while others turned ashen, their faces etched with worry.

A few left with an air of indignation, all of which Guen duly noted.

"You have only just assumed your position, and you are already acting this way; are you not concerned about provoking trouble? As the new clan leader, you have yet to establish your authority."

East Sea spoke with a cold edge.

"I possess no damned authority," Guen cursed, his voice sharp. "After being confined for hundreds of years, who on earth still recognizes me? Those old fellows from my era are either long dead. As for those still alive, the ones you eliminated during your recent purge of the Black Wood Tribe were also killed by you. Now, within the Black Wood Tribe, the younger generation likely hasn't even heard my name. I have been imprisoned for centuries; outside, I have no standing, no support. What kind of authority could I possibly have? Why should I concern myself with prestige?

I am the clan leader appointed by the ancestor. Thus, I shall act according to the ancestor's will. Why would I require personal authority? I merely need to invoke the ancestor's prestige. Whatever I do is the ancestor's decree; defying me is defying the ancestor, an act deserving of execution!"

As he spoke, Guen directed his gaze at East Sea: "Did you not employ a similar tactic when you purged the Black Wood Tribe and eliminated the elders?"

East Sea let out a sigh: "But are you truly intending to initiate a war at the City of No Return? Against the Demon Race..."

"Let us wage war."

Guen spread his hands. "We have been idle for decades. The Ghost Race has grown lethargic over these years, becoming lazy to a ludicrous degree!

Luo Xiuqing, that woman, was far too weak, perpetually seeking to achieve her objectives through strategies and schemes, failing to grasp that what cannot be secured on the battlefield is even more difficult to attain through mere negotiation.

His tone gradually grew colder: "A conflict is inevitable! A fierce and bloody conflict!

Victory or defeat is not truly the crux, for the ultimate outcome hinges on the Saints above engaging in a battle of wills. We, mere ants, must simply uphold the honor of the Saint Venerables.

Fight! Fight with ferocity, even if we falter, let us raze dozens of mountains and spill rivers of blood!

Let tens of thousands perish! Let this serve as a message to those who oppose the Ghost Race, to the entire world, that regardless of the outcome, the Ghost Race does not fear death and dares to embrace it!

Let the world know, whoever stands against the Ghost Race, regardless of the consequences, the Ghost Race is capable of tearing away a massive portion of their flesh!

Luo Xiuqing governed the Ghost Race for years; she was intelligent, but her greatest flaw was being excessively so. Acutely intelligent individuals are always calculating, striving to resolve issues through the most ingenious means, never resorting to ruthlessness, perpetually weighing pros and cons.

The result was a crippling fear of conflict, leading to failed negotiations. Decades of stagnation have led the Domain Realm to perceive the Ghost Race as increasingly feeble. Even when half of the City of No Return fell to the Demon Race, she wavered in her decision, unable to display steadfastness, unwilling to adopt the stance of a desperate struggle, thus inevitably facing consumption!

As he articulated this, Guen cast a glance at East Sea: "Do you truly believe the ancestor punished Luo Xiuqing merely for those minor, clandestine stratagems? The Saint Venerable does not concern themselves with the petty schemes of those below, provided those schemes align with the Saint's desired outcome.

But in the end, Luo Xiuqing engaged in numerous trivial schemes, yet the overall situation continued to deteriorate. If she had not been unfortunate, who would have been? It is merely because the ancestor possesses a soft heart and nostalgia.

Had it been my era, Luo Xiuqing's hide would have been fashioned into drums, and her head severed and paraded among the eighteen tribes as a grim warning!"

East Sea let out a bitter laugh. "You... are truly a madman."

"You grasp absolutely nothing, brat from the East Sea." Guen sneered, casting a dismissive glance at East Sea. "Just focus on your duties as a Sword Servant. This path of a Sword Cultivator is beyond your comprehension, something you'll never grasp in this lifetime. It's simply not suited for you."

East Sea let out a sigh. "So, your next target is indeed the City of No Return? Is its capture even feasible?"

"That is of no consequence." Guen dismissed the question with a shake of his head. "Whether we succeed in capturing it or not holds no importance."

Even if we face ultimate defeat, my aim is to still bring ruin to the City of No Return, to inflict damage, even to annihilate it completely, reducing it to mere rubble!"

The potential loss of a million Ghost Race members is of no concern."

This conflict serves as a stark message to the entire Domain Realm: the Ghost Race harbors no fear of death. Even if a million, or several million, perish, it will not deter us! Should anyone dare to oppose the Ghost Race, they must be prepared to pay an exorbitant price in lives!

The Ghost Race was forged in the unforgiving wilderness! We have carved our domain in the Southern Border, our strength derived from sheer fearlessness and a willingness to court recklessness!"

When contrasted with the Demon Race, and the established major sects and ancient families, the Ghost Race is like the barefoot beggar."