Ling Tianyu heard this and only smiled, saying, "You've got backbone."
"But no matter how much backbone you have, sending your own clansmen into the fire pit—that's being irresponsible, isn't it?"
"Do you really want to ruin everything your Eight-headed Demon Drake clan has, just for your own backbone?"
"I don't think you actually want your clan annihilated, do you?"
The red-haired man just laughed and said, "No matter how strong your Emperor Lineage is, in the end you're still ants under this Heaven. The one we submit to is Heaven, the one we follow is Heaven. You people only follow Ancestor Xuanyuan and the others."
"Tell me, who's going to win?"
"Of course our backer will win."
"You Emperor Lineage should stop dreaming. Ants are ants—they will never defeat Heaven."
Ling Tianyu wasn't angry; after all, each served his own lord. He said, "Whether we can or not isn't for you to decide. We each serve our own master. Since that's the case, there's nothing more to say."
