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Chapter 1069 The Emperor's Son is Just a Dog
When the blood sword was slowly unsheathed, a cold, freezing, terrifying aura of slaughtering all things in the world filled the air.

Everyone was about to freeze to death, and a strong fear arose in their hearts.

It was as if he was facing the enemy of all living beings.

"kill!"

The Mountain roared.

He could no longer endure the increasingly terrifying pressure and took the initiative to charge forward.

He was as tall as a mountain, his entire body made of pitch-black magic stone with faint runes on it, and a sinister demonic aura, as if a magic mountain between heaven and earth had revived, and was rushing down with terrifying and brutal murderous intent, and a manic and violent aura was spreading out.

The Mountain has apparently begun fighting for his life.

From the slightly shrunken pupils of Emperor Yanliu, it can be seen that the Demon Mountain is now obviously much stronger than usual.

"Mountain, you are too weak."

Keng!
Jiang Ding drew his sword and slashed it down.

A flash of blood-red sword light appeared, as if it had insight into space, cause and effect, and the way of life, and it slashed the creature's most vulnerable point.

The huge body of Demon Mountain froze.

Boom!

The dark rock body of the Demon Mountain froze for a moment, then collapsed with a loud bang. Countless pieces of rubble exploded in all directions, and its aura continued to fall. In the end, only a head as big as a house fell to the ground, looking at the blood-robed Taoist in front of it in horror, its soul trembling continuously.

A sword.

Just one sword.

This old rival of long time beheaded him and left him vulnerable to attack.

The Mountain thought back to past hostilities and fights and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"You are much weaker than King Shen Shan, even at your full strength."

Jiang Ding took a step forward.

With a light tap of his toes, he pressed the Mountain's massive head little by little into the palace stone slabs and into the soil, leaving only a dark rock scalp on the ground.

The Mountain, maybe it will work.

That's the only reason he's still alive.

There is no more obstacle in front of me.

"Emperor's son!"

The severely injured King Shenshan struggled to come over. The imperial guards and slave guards around him rushed over here frantically. They were extremely loyal, but their bodies stiffened at the sound of a soft sword, and they could no longer affect anything.

Jiang Ding placed his hand on the hilt of the sword and looked at the Emperor Yanliu in front of him.

The Emperor of Yanliu said nothing, but his eyes were filled with shock, anger, murderous intent, disgust, and even ecstasy, which was very complicated.

He looked at the blood-robed Taoist in the distance as if he was looking at a treasure.

There was silence.

I do not know how long it has been.

Snapped!
clap clap!

"Hahaha!"

"Blood River King!"

The son of Emperor Yanliu laughed loudly, clapping his hands, as if he was extremely happy: "The human race is indeed a powerful race in the vast realm. Even in this corner of the imperial race, a strong man like you, King of Blood River, can be born."

"I am so lucky, so lucky!"

He laughed heartily, showed great courtesy and an expression of having forgiven all past grudges, which melted a lot of the cold atmosphere around them.

"Oh?"

"A powerful clan in a vast realm?"

Jiang Ding was not moved by his humble attitude and asked slowly.

"Indeed."

Emperor Yanliu frowned slightly and felt a strong discomfort in his heart.

His humble attitude would immediately earn the slave kings gratitude and loyalty until death.

He was quite confident about this, believing that his ability to control people far surpassed that of other princes and was completely different from their rough and brutal methods.

Now, the blood-robed Taoist in front of him was so calm.

It's totally different from the servile appearance of the past.

This made him feel a strong sense of disgust.

"Blood River King."

"The human race, in a distant realm, in the past history, once had a prosperous immortal civilization."

"It's just that he was born lowly and loved to fight among himself, so he died."

The Emperor Yanliu hid his disgust very well and said with a smile: "Even so, his potential should not be underestimated. As long as you work hard, King Xuehe, I am willing to take the human heritage collected by the imperial family for you. It is unknown whether you can be promoted to the emperor in the future."

He made a specious promise right off the bat, a promise that was enough to drive countless slave kings crazy.

"The imperial clan has the imperial inheritance of our human race?"

Jiang Ding's heart moved.

"Indeed there is."

The Flame Flow Emperor confirmed it, and said confidently: "King Xuehe, as long as you work for me and defeat the Cangkong Emperor, I will definitely not let you down and take out the human race's imperial scripture inheritance for you!"

"In addition to the human race's imperial inheritance, I wish to upgrade the human race to the ninth level of slavery after becoming an emperor, so that the human race and the Flame Stone Family can share honor and disgrace and the authority of the Flame Stone Star Region."

He swore to heaven and put forward all his conditions.

When the Demon Mountain's head buried deep under the earth heard these words, his eyes turned red, he was extremely envious and jealous, his soul was trembling, but he dared not say anything.

The Emperor Yanliu stared at the Taoist priest in blood robe with scorching eyes, very confident.

A slave king would definitely not be able to refuse such an unprecedented condition.

There is no way to refuse!

"is it?"

"The emperor is so generous."

Jiang Ding's reaction was very calm.

"Oh?"

The Emperor Yanliu's expression gradually grew gloomier.

This slave did not follow his expectations in every step, and had no loyalty at all. He was indeed an inferior slave in the records of the imperial family, and had no qualifications to become a ninth-class slave.

Keng!
The cold blood-red sword light flashed, and the killing intent spread. Soon, the gloomy expression of Emperor Yanliu changed.

"What are you going to do..."

Emperor Yanliu said sternly.

He stared at the blood-robed Taoist who was starting to draw his sword. The anger in his heart quickly disappeared, replaced by a hint of panic that he himself could not believe.

Panic appeared in front of the lowly slaves.

"Emperor's son,"

"Imperial Realm inheritance, I want it now."

Jiang Ding pulled out the blood sword bit by bit, and the cold murderous intent spread out: "The human race does not have the emperor realm inheritance, so I want the emperor scripture of your Yanshi family."

"Otherwise, you will die."

"Do you understand?"

His straightforward words shocked countless people around him, leaving them stunned and wondering if they had heard wrongly.

A slave asked his master for the most powerful scripture of the emperor!
"Be bold!"

Before the Emperor Yanliu could say anything, the Emperor Yanhua beside him was already so angry that her face turned red. She pointed her jade finger at the Taoist priest in blood robe and scolded him, "You are just a member of the slave clan, yet you dare to covet the scriptures of the emperor clan? Do you want to die without a burial place?!"

"Do you know that this will bring horrific disaster to your race?!"

"The human race will be destroyed because of you!"

She threatened harshly, and what she said was true.

Keng!
A blood-red sword light came slashing down with a loud bang.

The ten-zhang unbreakable chaotic space of the Flame Flower Princess was as fragile as paper. She was chopped away by the sword, spitting blood in the air, and her body was almost broken in half, with her breath barely visible.

As weak as an ant.

"Bad maid."

Jiang Ding said with disgust.

This person, with only the title of the Emperor's daughter, is only at the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm. Her hope of advancing to the Great Emperor is slim. It was in vain that she treated the Emperor's son as the same as the Son of Tao in the past.

Damn it for failing to live up to so many expectations of myself.

"A lowly slave!"

"you dare?!"

The Emperor's son Yanliu was furious. He took out a flaming halberd and blocked the Emperor's daughter in front of him. His hair and beard were all standing on end and dancing wildly. It was obvious that he was extremely frightened and angry, and his murderous intent was extremely cold.

Being bullied to such an extent by a servant was unimaginable to him, and he almost lost his mind.

However, he did not lose his mind after all.

He did not rush forward to fight immediately.

Because he is weak.

"Flame Flow!"

"You bastard!"

Jiang Ding drew his sword and called him by his name, no longer being polite. With cold killing intent, he interrupted the scolding of Emperor Yanliu and said, "Do you think you are so smart?"

"In the past, we could be moved to tears and pledge our loyalty to him by relying on a so-called courtesy."

“Just a few casual words can make us realize a lot and feel grateful.”

"A promise made casually can make us, me, Moshan, and the fox clan king Huyan believe it without a doubt."

"Do you think that you are so smart that you can easily manipulate us kings?"

Jiang Ding sneered, "Is that so?"

Emperor Yanliu's face turned blue and then white.

"Actually, you're shit!"

"You know, these little tricks of yours are as childish and ridiculous as a child wearing open-crotch pants in front of us old guys who have lived for nearly ten thousand years."

"In fact, I am just acting with a little brat like you."

“In fact, laugh in your heart!”

Jiang Ding said coldly.

He touched the ground, and the Mountain's head burst out of the ground with a bang.

"The Mountain,"

"Ha ha!"

"What do you think of this little brat's ridiculous and childish ways of controlling people? Have you ever laughed in your heart?"

Jiang Ding asked.

The Mountain remained silent.

"you……"

Emperor Yanliu felt a burning pain on his face and was filled with shock, anger and rage.

He wanted to vent again, however, the omnipresent cold murderous intent gave him enough calmness, and his so-called rage did not lead to any substantial action.

"Without the protection of the many great emperors of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, Yan Liu, you are nothing but a dog."

"Your talent is not as good as mine."

"You are not as strong as me."

Jiang Ding pointed his sword at the emperor's forehead and said calmly, "Stop making these ridiculous promises and promises. Any king can guess what you are thinking. It's very simple."

"Let me guess, are you angry and want to use me to your advantage and ask your father to kill me immediately? And let me go through endless torture?"

"childish."

"It's just pediatrics."

Emperor Yanliu's expression changed.

"It seems that I guessed right, Yanliu."

Jiang Ding said calmly: "Don't make any promises to me. You don't have such a broad mind and heart. There is no one you can trust."

"I just said one sentence."

"Give me the Great Emperor's Scripture, and I will fight for you."

"how?"

(End of this chapter)