Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 795 - 445: Rivers of Blood, Sword Moves in Eight Directions

Alexander had to show respect to this grandmother, even though he wasn’t familiar with her and had only interacted a few times. This Nine Swords Master had always been around.

When his father was ruling the Kingdom, she was in the palace, but she never intervened in the affairs of the Kingdom or family, thus her presence was minimal.

Yet now, she had stepped from the shadows to the forefront, finally intending to involve herself with the family and interfere in the Kingdom; after all, the impact of this matter was too significant.

"Alexander, this is our first formal meeting. I originally thought you were an excellent child, and the Augustus family, along with the country founded by Tidel, would develop well under your leadership and governance. But I didn’t expect you to be so indecisive in character."

After surveying Thunder Hall, this elder with an enigmatic aura and the Nine Swords Master whose beautiful silver eyes finally fell on the slightly uneasy Golden Dragon Lord, Alexander. Her words stirred the family elders greatly,

"Your achievements surpass your father and your grandfather, but your character is too weak. You don’t have the qualifications to be a Monarch.

Your success rests merely on the foundation laid by the family and Noah’s aid. Your performance today is truly disappointing!

You fall short of your father and even more so of your grandfather. You lack resolve and decisiveness. As such a Family Head, you should abdicate!"

"Indeed!"

"The Queen Mother is right!"

"Alexander, you are simply unfit to be the leader of the Augustus family!"

"You should step down!"

As soon as Edith’s words fell, the elders, who had been watching with anger and discontent, were immediately excited. Seeing this family pillar, with such strong combat power, support their stance emboldened them further.

Ideas that had long emerged but dared not be spoken were now voiced, turning into invisible knives and spears directed at Alexander.

"Grandmother, I..."

Alexander didn’t care about the opposition and resistance from the family elders, but he couldn’t bear the direct senior family members’ rejection of him. He didn’t deny that his success was founded on the legacy of his ancestors and the blessing of the Holy Dragon. Yet, he was unwilling to have his century-long governance achievements denied because of this.

"Do you know what your grandfather or your father would do if they were in your position now?"

A slender sword blade appeared in Edith’s hand, its clear and bright blade like a handful of moonlight. The moonlight then flowed like water through Thunder Hall, blood splattered, and a crimson streak shot toward the ceiling, splashing onto the hall above.

"Noah was never a vassal of the Augustus family. What gave you such an illusion?"

Edith turned, her indifferent and emotionless gaze sweeping over the panic-stricken family elders. A headless corpse in luxurious attire lay on the ground, blood flowing, spreading the metallic scent of blood throughout the hall, instilling fear,

"In those days, when my husband Tidel was still alive, he treated Noah as a brother! How dare you look down upon Noah? Want to demand fealty from him?"

"Queen Mother, what are you doing?"

"We are the elders of the Augustus family, we are loyal to Augustus!"

Ignoring the clamoring of these family elders, Edith looked at the stunned Alexander, the sword in her hand falling again,

"What are you waiting for? As the Family Head, you bear responsibility for the emergence of so many fools in the family. You are unqualified, far inferior to my husband, even less than my son."

"Grandmother, you are right!"

Initially somewhat defiant, Alexander was completely convinced after witnessing his grandmother decapitate the family elders like cutting vegetables. Meanwhile, he also took a step forward, initiating action.

Having acknowledged his mistakes, it was time to correct them. The Golden Dragon Lord showed a bloodthirsty side for the first time since ascending the throne, turning his sword inward rather than outward.

Grandmother and grandson joined forces to slaughter the family elders. Even those among the elders who had become legends with the help of family resources were powerless, unable even to flee.

The massacre in the Thunder Hall lasted only a moment before ending. The once tumultuous elder council now had only two or three people left, cowering in a corner, trembling. They were among the few who hadn’t spoken from the start.

"I’m from another family, not a person of the Augustus family. So, let this purge be led by you, the current bloodshed is your doing alone."

Edith, who slaughtered more than half of the Augustus family elders, let the final drop of blood fall from the slender moonlight-like blade in her hand, not a trace of bloodstain tainting it, glowing bright and pure.

"I alone will bear all the consequences!"

"You are the Family Head and the King; you must bear this, or should I bear it?"

Edith glanced at the grandson, who was quite unfamiliar to her, yet his Dragon Scale gave her a sense of connection,

"What you need to do now is to eliminate all their subordinate forces and take over all their properties, leaving no future troubles. Do I need to teach you this?"

"I will handle everything thoroughly."

Though following this grandmother’s words would severely damage the family’s power, since the elder council had been blood-washed, naturally, the aftermath needed to be addressed.