"Song Knife?"
"Other Dao Lords may bully him, but can I, the Giant Sword, not?"
The Giant Sword Daoist Monarch coldly snorted.
Since Song Knife's Master, Lingxiao Dao Lord, passed away, the Lingxiao Sect has declined, and Song Knife has since been without backing. Last time, to refine a First-Rate Dao Pill, Song Knife willingly served Wangui Daoist for one hundred years.
He was wary of the Gong and Ruan families, the Five Temple Surnames, and the Nine Mountain Great Halls.
But he was not afraid of Song Knife.
Kill the chicken to warn the monkeys.
Pinch the softest persimmon.
As a Nascent Soul Daoist Lord, dealing with a Dao Pill Daoist like Song Knife was a piece of cake. Although he could not violate the Sect prohibitions, the authority wielded by a Nascent Soul Daoist Lord, and the resources they could mobilize, far surpassed those of a True Monarch by a significant margin.
As long as he deliberately targeted Song Knife, he would ensure Song Knife suffered.
