Finishing the blood wine in one mouthful, Hu Qianqiu smashed the bowl in his hand onto the ground, saying viciously, "If I go against my oath, let my Iron Tiger race be like this bowl!"
Hu Qianqiu used a lot of force, but that bowl was extremely high quality. There was a puncturing sound as it shot into the ground and disappeared, leaving behind a deep hole one couldn't see the bottom of.
As for whether or not the bowl broke, Zong Shou wasn't certain and too embarrassed to dig it out to take a look.
After forming the blood alliance, Hu Qianqiu's eyes showed killing intent as he looked at Zong Ling and Zong Yuan, who were tightly bound. "How is the Prince going to deal with the two of them? Although Zong Ling and Zong Yuan are your cousins, I think you should be more vicious. Leaving these two bastards around would only create problems; why not kill them as sacrifice to your rule?"