The elderly man spoke.

He possessed great authority among the Blood Race and had the final say over the external affairs of the clan. Even the First Blood Emperor obeyed his command.

He was Sergio Walchelin, grandson of Kaiden Walchelin. Since he had lived for five hundred years, he had reached the peak of Ninth Stair.

Kaiden briefly contemplated before saying, “How about this? We’ll hand over the dragon blood we possess and leak information about the dragon’s whereabouts. In the meantime, we’ll seize the opportunity to weaken the Solean martial artists.”

Sergio said, “Give your orders, Grandfather.”

Kaiden said, “We’ll let the Soleans fight against each other. Whoever emerges victorious will obtain the dragon blood and information about the dragon’s whereabouts.”

“What a brilliant move!”

“That sounds like a good plan.”

“If Sol sends its ninth-rank grandmasters, we’ll make them turn against each other. Even if they’re only severely injured, we can seize the opportunity and