Jade Rakshasa slashed down with her long sword, and the Immortal Emperor who screamed the loudest had his head cut off with her sword.
The crisp clicking sound resounded throughout the countryside.
The Rakshasa clan, which was noisy just now, became deathly silent in the blink of an eye. The surrounding senior Rakshasa clan members retreated one after another, not daring to take a step forward.
"Your father is a traitor, and you are also a traitor. How dare you kill the Immortal Emperor of your own clan."
It took three breaths for everyone to recover from the shock.
What greeted Jade Rakshasa was countless abuses, shaming her as a traitor, and all kinds of unpleasant words, all around.
"You can insult me, but if you insult my father, you will die."
The Jade Rakshasa does not have a strong sense of belonging to the human race, nor does it have a strong sense of belonging to the Shura clan.
She has two bloodlines in her body, between the human race and the Shura race, and it's hard to say which race she is more closely related to.
After saying that, Jade Rakshasa took action again.
She would never show mercy. She would not allow anyone to humiliate her father like this, let alone let her father bear the reputation of a traitor.
"Niece Jade, don't you want to find out what happened back then? You might as well come in and talk about it."
A cold voice came from the depths of the Shura clan, suppressing all the surrounding noise.
"It's the patriarch!"
All the Shura clan began to cheer, and the clan leader finally appeared.
"You don't think I'm afraid of you!"
Jade Rakshasa was not afraid at all. She was at the peak of the Immortal Emperor realm, and she strode towards the depths of the Shura clan.
Other senior leaders of the Shura clan followed closely to prevent the Jade Rakshasa from going on a killing spree and killing other Shura clan members.
At that time, the Shura clan was divided into two factions, and they fought among themselves. As a result, the Shura clan was in a state of collapse and a large number of people died.
It was not until tens of thousands of years ago that this kind of internal fighting ended, and the Shura clan was able to take a breather.
A huge palace appeared in front, and a middle-aged man had been waiting for a long time. This man was the blood droplet mentioned by Jade Rakshasa.
It was he who defeated Yumeiko back then and inherited the position of clan leader, which he continues to this day.
Just as Jade Rakshasa was about to step forward, someone suddenly grabbed the corner of her clothes from behind.
"Child, this is not the place for you to come. Find a way to leave as soon as possible."
It was the old man from before who didn't know when he appeared behind Jade Rakshasa and secretly transmitted messages to her.
Jade Rakshasa cast a grateful look, even if it was a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, she would still try to break through today.
Now that I'm here, I have no intention of retreating.
"You are the bloody one!"
Standing ten steps away from Xue Dropzi, Jade Rakshasa asked coldly.
"You have the same temper as your father, and you are still so impulsive in doing things. Are you so anxious to see me just to avenge your father?"
Apart from some differences between the blood droplets and humans in appearance, both their conversation and facial expressions are the same as humans.
Over the years, he has been studying human management methods, and the results have been very obvious. The Shura clan is developing rapidly, both in terms of cohesion and overall strength.
The Blood Drops have indeed contributed a lot to the development of a race that was about to become extinct into a super large ethnic group today.
"You used shady means to force my father to leave the world of reincarnation. Today I am here to seek justice for my father and take back everything that belongs to my father."
The Jade Rakshasa's long sword pointed at the blood droplet, and after saying that, he was about to take action.
"Before I start again, can I ask you a question?"
Xue Di Zi did not fight back, but asked Jade Rakshasa.
"explain!"
Jade Rakshasa waved his hand impatiently, asking him to speak quickly.
"If you kill me, can you go back tens of thousands of years in time and change everything?"
Xue Di Zi asked.
"cannot!"
No one can reverse time, not even God.
"If you kill me, will the Shura clan become stronger?"
Xue Di Zi asked again.
The Jade Rakshasa was questioned and killed the Blood Droplet. The Shura clan was left leaderless and would surely fall into civil strife and fall into a curse that would last for hundreds of thousands of years.
In order to compete for the position of clan leader, they will kill each other, and history will happen again.
This is not the result that Jade Rakshasa wants, and it is also not the result that his father wants.
"If you can lead the Shura clan to become stronger, I can kill myself in front of you without you taking action."
Xue Di Zi spoke again.
The eyes of the surrounding Shura tribe were about to burst, and they wished they could cut the Jade Rakshasa into pieces with a thousand knives.
Most of the Shura clan don't know what happened back then. They only know that the current clan leader is very powerful and has led the Shura clan to gradually gain a foothold in the world of reincarnation.
If anyone dares to kill the clan leader, they will fight him to the death.
"No matter how eloquent you are, you can never change my mind about killing you."
Jade Rakshasa quickly realized that the drop of blood in front of her was more cunning and cunning than she thought, and she stopped herself in just a few words.
A few seemingly mundane issues have inadvertently pushed Jade Rakshasa to the forefront.
If she kills the Blooddrop now, the Shura clan will surely fall into disarray, and the Jade Rakshasa will be the sinner of the Shura clan.
The Shura clan, which had finally recovered, fell apart overnight because of her arrival.
Blooddrop actually learned to use the morals and ethics of the human race to kidnap the Jade Rakshasa.
The real art of killing is not a killing technique or some supernatural art, but a mind-attacking art.
The Blood Droplet has been able to control the Shura clan for tens of thousands of years because of his strategy.
No wonder the Shura tribe around them glared at the Jade Rakshasa.
These Shura clans know very well that if the clan leader dies, the clan will be in turmoil. At that time, other races can take advantage of the situation and kill them all.
Regardless of the fact that there are ten major races in the world of reincarnation, things that invade and plunder each other often happen in the world of reincarnation.
How could Jade Rakshasa be fooled by Xue Didi Zi? He soon discovered that Xue Di Zi used morality to kidnap him.
"How about this? You now have three days of rest for the Shura clan. You can go anywhere freely during these three days. I hope that after three days, you can change your mind about killing me."
Xue Di Zi waved his hand gently and defused the Jade Rakshasa's attack.
Let him stay with the Shura tribe for three days. After three days, it will not be too late to take action.
These words put Jade Rakshasa in a dilemma, so he continued to take action, which seemed to be unkind.
The drop of blood in front of her was much more difficult to deal with than she thought.
"Three days is all. I want to see what tricks you can come up with in three days."
Jade Rakshasa took back her long sword, and she didn't want to go on a killing spree.
If her father knew that she was killing people of her own clan, she would definitely be punished.
"Take her down to rest, and no one is allowed to interfere with her actions."
Xue Dropzi said to the Shura tribe around him.
All the Shura clan dare not speak out in anger. Although Jade Rakshasa has the blood of the Shura clan flowing in her body, she wants to kill the clan leader, which is unacceptable to them.
"Niece Jade, if you need anything, just ask and we will satisfy you."
Xue Dizi said to Jade Rakshasa in a kind tone.
soon!
A female Shura tribe member walked out from the crowd and made a gesture of invitation, signaling the Jade Rakshasa to rest first.
To be continued...