Upon hearing this, Poyachi's face was immediately filled with disappointment, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes as he looked at Rakṣita and Vimalakirti.

But the two pretended not to notice Po Yazhi's expression, and still had a sad and helpless look on their faces.

In fact, there is a third option, which is to hand over the five princes and princesses and apologize to Master Hongqing.

But Po Yazhi couldn't bring herself to do that. Her dignity as the Asura King wouldn't allow her to give in when facing Fang Jian even though Fang Jian hadn't made a move yet. This would be a huge blow to her dignity as the Asura King.

So she had to find a way out, so she asked that question just now, hoping that Rakhitra and Vimalakirti would take the initiative to hand over the five princes and princesses, so that she could take advantage of the situation.

But it's clear that Rakṣita and Bhimaṇṭhāra have teamed up to frame her. We know there's a third option, but we won't mention it. Didn't you say before that you'd use my children to atone for yours? Now we refuse to mention it, so what can you do?

At this moment, the years-long conflict between the three supreme rulers of the Rakshasa tribe finally became public on a small scale. Daliman, who was standing aside, was sweating all over and was restless, just wanting to leave as soon as possible.

"Hmph!" Poyazhi snorted coldly. She knew that these two Rakshasas had long been dissatisfied with her monopoly of power and now wanted to take this opportunity to undermine her prestige.

Thinking of this, Po Yazhi sneered in her heart: "Want to laugh at me? Don't even think about it!"

Then, driven by anger, Poyazhi actually began to write a sutra and said, "Tell Master Hongqing that it will take another thirty years to repair the blood bridge."

Po Yazhi originally planned to write about a hundred years, but then she thought it would be better not to say it too decisively, so as not to anger Fang Jian even more.

After finishing writing, Poyazhi stamped his seal on the jade book, sealed it, and handed it to Daliman, saying, "Quickly present this book to the Immortal Hongqing."

Upon hearing this, the messenger felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly took the book of Dharma, bowed and said, "I will obey the Dharma's command." Then he left the hall, left the Shura Realm and went to the Heavenly Army camp.

When Fang Jian received the Dharma book presented by Daliman, his eyes were instantly filled with smiles.

Fang Jian sealed the sutra with thunder magic and put it away. He then said to the messenger, "You can go back now. By the way, let me tell you, King Asura, that the Blood Bridge, the only way to connect Xiniu Hezhou and the Asura Realm, will take thirty years to build. It will delay many things. As the most virtuous government in Xiniu Hezhou, Xitian Prefecture is willing to build a bridge over the Blood Sea for the Rakshasa Clan free of charge."

"What?!" Daliman's hair stood on end when he heard this. Heaven built a bridge over the sea of ​​blood?

Not to mention whether this bridge can be built over the sea of ​​blood. If it is built, the bridge can only be controlled by the Heavenly Court. At that time, the natural barrier of the sea of ​​blood will become a joke. Unless the Rakshasa tribe completely turns against the Heavenly Court, the people of the Heavenly Court can enter the Shura Realm at will from the bridge.

When Daliman thought of this, he felt unwell. He stammered incoherently, "Master Hongqing, why would you bother the Heavenly Court with such a trivial matter? The Blood Bridge can be repaired by my Rakshasa clan."

Fang Jian's face was gloomy. He looked at Daliman and said, "And you're taking thirty years to build a bridge? That's too slow! As the Celestial Sovereign of Xi Niu Hezhou, I will provide free aid to the Rakshasas and mobilize the celestial soldiers to repair the bridge. It won't take thirty years, but only a few months."

"We, the Rakshasa clan, are extremely grateful for the kindness of Master Hongqing, but there is really no need for Heaven to build a bridge for us, really not!" said Daliman.

Fang Jian raised his hand and pointed, saying, "I am not discussing this with you, the Rakshasa Clan. I am informing you! Go back and tell King Ashura that once the 300,000 heavenly soldiers I have dispatched arrive, I will begin building a bridge over the sea of ​​blood. This is free, selfless, and without any compensation."

"I hope she won't be ungrateful for the selfless 'Xian Daoism' she provided to the Rakshasa tribe without any strings attached."

After saying that, Fang Jian waved his sleeves and said, "You can go now."

"Master Hongqing." Tuliman wanted to continue, but Tang Yu, standing beside him, glared at him, stepped forward and shouted, "Didn't you hear what the Heavenly Monarch said? Back off!"

Daliman's body was shocked. He first looked at Tang Yu, then looked at Fang Jian in shock. Finally, he had to bow and turned around and left in a hurry.