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Great Emperor Scripture!

A servant, demanding the Great Emperor Scripture from the Imperial Child!

Yanliu Imperial Child’s face turned livid.

He wanted to rage, wanted to smash the lowly servant’s head with the Huoyan Da Ji just as he killed Qingyan, turning it into a burst of blood mist.

However, he dare not.

Not that he didn’t wish, but he was simply no match.

With the silence of the Yanliu Imperial Child, specks of blood-light bloomed around him, the air grew gradually colder, freezing, and the viscous, foul smell of blood almost submerged the entire Pink Imperial Palace.

A killing intent, almost solidifying into reality.

”You cannot kill me.”

”Blood River King.”

Yanliu Imperial Child struggled to breathe, forcing a mocking and disdainful expression, he scornfully said: ”I am shielded by my father’s protection, you mere lowly servant, cannot kill me!”

”Do you think you are Cangkong?”

”Just a servant!”

Upon hearing this, heads of the strong warriors of the Slave Clan like Demon Mountain dipped lower once again.

Imperial Child, not to be killed by non- Imperial Child hands.

This is the law of the Horned Ming Realm.

Not set by any decree, but a terrifying force suppresses everything, no creature below a Great Emperor could resist the slightest.

”I know.”

”Yanliu, this is no secret.”

Jiang Ding’s expression remained calm, his blood-colored longsword completely drawn, slanting towards the ground, he lightly said: ”I came here prepared for everything.”

”Either, to obtain the Great Emperor Scripture.”

”Or, please let me witness the might beyond a king’s reach of a Great Emperor.”

”Thus, I could die without regrets.”

Clang!

The blood-colored longsword softly hummed and in the sea of blood-light, it turned into a beam.

This beam of light, splitting heaven and earth, splitting the sea of clouds, with the light from the sky and Sword-light meeting in an instant, forming a bright spot.

That spot, precisely the Yanliu Imperial Child, tightly tensed at this Divine Soul moment.

The sword, indeed fell.

”Blood River King, you dare!”

Yanliu Imperial Child cried out in alarm and anger.

It seemed that up until this moment, he had been absolutely confident, believing that a king of the Slave Clan would never truly strike at him, at most it was a mere bluff.

Because in his entire past life, not to mention experiencing such an event, he had not even heard of it.

Completely shattering his worldview.

However, the cold and bloody killing intent falling like a tide now bore no falsehood.

This servant, truly intended to kill him!

”Blood River King, you’re courting death!”

Yanliu Imperial Child roared to the heavens.

His whole body’s essence blood blazed like a furnace, sweeping away the previous decay and gloom, his body rapidly expanding to a hundred zhang tall, dark scales bristling.

Around him, the unbroken ten-zhang Chaotic Space hummed and spun, infinite fiery power of the world gathered here, pouring into the immortal Huoyan Da Ji Imperial Weapon Prototype.

In the sky, a fiery Scorching Sun appeared!

A mysterious pressure emerged between heaven and earth, unbearable to look directly, as if seeing the Child of Heaven and Earth.

”Kill!”

Under the scales of Yanliu Imperial Child, his muscles bulged, holding high the Huoyan Da Ji, as if holding up a world of flames, smashing down with refined force.

Crack~

Amidst it all, a crisp sound rose from between his bones, as if something was being broken free.

The might of the Huoyan Da Ji increased yet again!

Yanliu Imperial Child had an epiphany.

Imperial Child of the Imperial Clan, if not innately powerful, must engage in bloody battles on the battlefield, returning from blood battles to break through such strength, beyond the so-called sparring, defeating a king of the Slave Clan, which was like mere child’s play, of no value.

Endless confidence surged in Yanliu Imperial Child’s heart, his eyes gradually turning manic.

Then, they shifted to horror.

Clang!

That blood-light sword fell.

The blood-colored Sword-light clashed with the Huoyan Da Ji in an instant, the blood sword striking towards the hundred-zhang giant holding the fiery world, like deities clashing in myths.

In comparison, the blood-colored longsword was far less in aura than the Huoyan Da Ji, like the difference between ordinary iron and divine weapons, worlds apart.

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Ding!

A burst of brilliant sparks erupted, the sharp, piercing sound tearing through tens of thousands of miles of the sky.