When Zhao Yi finished speaking, the vast Martial Arts Arena fell into dead silence.

Led by the old monk Hui An, all the cultivators from the Cultivation Realm turned their heads to glare at Xu Yue'Er and Xu Qin'Er with anger.

"Those who are not of our race, their hearts must be different."

This kind of saying isn't only limited to the Armor-Breaking Army of Great Xia attacking the Barbarian Race of the Northern Border, it also applies in the Cultivation Realm.

The relationship between the Four Seas Dragon Race and the major sects of the Cultivation Realm has always been ambiguous.

They mutually exploit and guard against each other.

If Zhao Yi ordered the major sects of the Cultivation Realm to slaughter each other, those sects might not really fight to the death.

After all, the Cultivation Realm is only so big, they often meet one another, and many sects are intermarried, one could say their fates are intertwined.

If Zhao Yi truly pushed them too hard, they might even unite to resist.

But if they were told to kill the Dragon Race, that would be different.

The Dragon Race occupies the Four Seas and is wealthy beyond measure.

In contrast, the major sects of the Cultivation Realm have always been living frugally.

They had long been displeased with the Dragon Race.

The Dragon Race is full of treasures.

The Dragon Horns, Dragon Scales, and Dragon Claws can be used for Artifact Refining.

Dragon Eyes, Dragon Beards, and Dragon Tails can be used for Alchemy.

Dragon Liver, Dragon Heart, and Dragon Meat are exquisite delicacies.

In the past, while the Zhao Clan suppressed the Cultivation Realm, even though the major sects coveted the benefits of the Dragon Race, they dared not act rashly.

Now that Zhao Yi ordered them to slaughter each other.

They couldn't blame them for their ruthlessness!

Hui An exchanged a glance with several cultivators at the Tier Nine Saint King Realm, and both sides immediately understood each other's intent.

Set aside their differences and unite against a common foe.

First, deal with the Four Seas Dragon Race, then resolve the issue of previous betrayals.

"Amitabha."

The old monk Hui An joined his palms together and solemnly asked Zhao Yi, "Crown Prince, if we succeed in subduing the dragons, can we also be pardoned?"

The old monk was cleverer than the great cultivators of those sects.

The old monk had just heard Zhao Yi say that they were guilty of a capital offense, and Zhao Yi only mentioned that if the Dragon Race killed all the sect cultivators, they would be pardoned, but he did not say that the same applied if the human cultivators killed all the dragons.

Upon hearing this, the several cultivators at the Tier Nine Saint King Realm were surprised and simultaneously looked at Zhao Yi.

Fortunately, the old monk was meticulous; what if the Zhao Clan took advantage of the major sects and the Four Seas Dragon Race being both severely injured, and then reaped the benefits?

Zhao Yi sat back on the Imperial Carriage and waved his hand, "I have always treated everyone equally. No matter who among you survives to the end, I can pardon your capital offenses!"

Saying this, Zhao Yi squinted his eyes at the old monk, seemingly smiling, "What I just said to the Dragon Race applies to you as well. If the Dragon Race wins, your sects will be erased from existence!"

As soon as this was said, everyone's expressions became solemn.

Because this battle concerns not only their lives but also the heritage of their sects for millennia.

One misstep, and it's all over.

The Dragon Race's life force is incredibly strong.

Although Xu Qin'Er was kicked hard by Zhao Yi, after a short while, she was already able to stand up on her own.

She bowed to Zhao Yi, respectfully saying, "Crown Prince, this sinner will return to notify my father, brothers, and the elders of the clan, determined to eliminate these rebels!"

Xu Qin'Er was smarter and more ruthless than Xu Yue'Er.

She immediately labeled the major sects of the Cultivation Realm as rebels.

In this way, even if the Four Seas Dragon Race suffers after a great battle with the Cultivation Realm, the Great Xia Zhao Clan might ensure their safety in light of their loyalty in serving their master.

Thinking this, Xu Qin'Er looked up at the numerous Tier Nine Saint King Realm cultivators in the sky.

The history of the Four Seas Dragon Race can be traced back to the era of "Ling," having dwelled in the Four Seas for tens of thousands of years.

However, even in the prime of the Four Seas Dragon Race, they never nonchalantly dispatched hundreds of Tier Nine Saint King Realm cultivators to serve as bodyguards for the Dragon Race Crown Prince.

It was too extravagant!

Tier Nine Saint King Realm cultivators are titans in their own right, they possess the dignity of the strong.

Take, for example, the Tier Nine Saint King Realm cultivators of the Four Seas Dragon Race.

If they were ordered to be bodyguards for the Dragon Race Crown Prince, they would certainly rebel!

With that in mind, Xu Qin'Er was even more determined to cling tightly to the Great Xia Zhao Clan's influence.

Xu Qin'Er had already seen through it.

The royal family of Great Xia actually had clear insight into the affairs of the Four Seas Dragon Race and the Cultivation Realm.

It was just that the Great Xia Zhao Clan was preoccupied with various matters before, so they were too lazy to deal with them.

Now that the Zhao Clan finally had time, they could handle the matters of the Cultivation Realm, and it so happened that the Four Seas Dragon Race and the Cultivation Realm collided.

Zhao Yi merely ordered one death among them, which was already considered merciful!

Thinking this, Xu Qin'Er respectfully bowed to Zhao Yi, "The Four Seas Dragon Race will absolutely live up to Your Highness's expectations, eradicating evil without hesitation!"

Zhao Yi raised an eyebrow and waved his hand, "It's rare that you have this intention, go ahead, I give you the time of one incense stick."

After speaking, Zhao Yi nodded at Huang Ying.

Huang Ying stepped forward, took out a White Jade Porcelain Bottle from a Brocade Bag, and threw it towards the Martial Arts Arena below the platform.

The old monk Hui An hurriedly reached out to catch it.

"Amitabha."

He joined his palms together, respectfully asking Huang Ying, "Honored one, may I know what is in the bottle?"

Huang Ying, remembering the old monk's earlier attempted coup against Zhao Yi, responded irritably, "The bottle contains Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk, which our master rewarded to those guys for healing their injuries."

Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk?

Upon hearing this, a gasp instantly echoed through the Martial Arts Arena.

Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk is one of the most precious Treasure Medicines in the Cultivation Realm.

This medicine not only can bring the dead back to life and regenerate flesh, but also extend lifespan and enhance abilities.

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