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Chapter 1110: The Great Dao is Difficult to Achieve, Swing the Sword to Kill the Emperor's Son
The Taoist in blood-red robe sat cross-legged in the door hall, practicing with his eyes closed.

People were coming and going in the hall, and from time to time, members of the Horned Demon Emperor's clan came and went in the palace. These people looked at the Blood Robe Taoist with hatred, disgust, and contempt... These relatively young monks were unable to perfectly hide their emotions.

However, no one dared to actually step forward and say anything bad.

Jiang Ding didn't care about it at all.

He forgot himself and the world. Even at this moment, he was still absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to practice, consolidating his foundation bit by bit. The favorable training environment in the Imperial Palace accelerated his training speed a lot, and he was still making slow progress.

I do not know how long it has been.

"Emperor, I want to see you."

The Mountain King's dull voice echoed in the air.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, slowly ended his practice, nodded, stood up, and walked towards the center of the palace complex with the Demon Mountain King.

The two men walked side by side, as if they were still working together in the past, scheming against each other, stabbing each other in the back, deceiving each other, but on the surface they were smiling and talking, calling themselves brothers and close friends.

There was silence.

"Why?"

"Why don't you be more respectful?"

The Demon Mountain King couldn't help but lower his voice and ask, not because of sympathy, but simply because he was confused, and said in his heart: "Weren't you like this before?"

"In terms of flattery, he is far superior to me, and he has made the emperor's son very happy. I admire him secretly and have been trying to learn from him privately."

"Why is it like this now?"

"You should be more respectful and humble, and make the emperor's son happy. Not only can you survive, but your sect and your people can also prosper. Isn't it good for you and me?"

"Since when has something as insignificant as dignity become so important to you?"

The Mountain King was puzzled.

"Are you curious?"

Jiang Ding looked up at him, and now he no longer had the hatred he had in the past.

There is no other reason. He is just a high-ranking slave who gave up everything and depended on the Yanshi family. Of course he is guilty and has committed many crimes. He deserves to die, but we should not hate him.

Hatred should be directed at the Horned Demon Emperor clan and the Flame Stone family. This is the mindset that a real man should have, instead of just targeting the weak.

"Yes, I am curious."

The Mountain admitted.

"This is not your usual cautious self. You actually dare to spy on the Emperor Realm."

Jiang Ding smiled, not hiding anything, and sighed: "The Emperor Realm is already considered to be a division of the power of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, even the Slave Emperor is like this."

"This level of situation cannot be compensated by flattery."

"Only value can make up for it a little."

"value?"

The Mountain was stunned.

Jiang Ding no longer paid attention to him. He put his hand on the hilt of the sword and walked silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, the two came to the Crown Prince's Palace, but did not enter. Instead, they walked past it and went straight to the tall and majestic Flame Emperor's Palace.

The temperature around was getting hotter and hotter. As they went deeper, it was enough to melt the shields of the Nascent Soul cultivators, as if they were walking step by step into the depths of a fiery hell.

Arrived at the deepest part of the Flame Imperial Palace.

Here, Jiang Ding saw Emperor Yanliu sitting high on the Flame Throne.

Yes, it was not the smaller throne of the Emperor's Son, but the more magnificent and majestic Flame Throne of the Great Emperor. He just sat there, looking down at the two servants who were constantly approaching below, with no expression on his face.

"Son of the Emperor, the King of Xianuxuehe has been brought here."

The Mountain knelt on his knees and kowtowed three times in a row, not missing any opportunity to express his loyalty.

Jiang Ding stared quietly at Emperor Yanliu sitting on the throne of Emperor Flame without saying a word.

"Bastard!"

"You lowly slave, why don't you kneel before me?" Yan Liu looked unhappy and scolded, "Do you know that if I hadn't protected you, you would have died in my father's hands?"

"If you still want to have a chance to get a glimpse of the Great Emperor Realm, you need to make your position clear!"

"You're a slave!"

"You will be a lowly slave for eternity, even if you are promoted to the emperor!"

"You will always be the dog of my Flamestone family!"

"Only in this way can you get a chance. With my grace and permission, you can be promoted to the Emperor Realm. Do you understand?"

He used both kindness and force, threats and intimidation, and through all these methods, he had mastered the art of employing people.

The Blood River King indeed showed hesitation.

"Ha ha!"

Emperor Yanliu felt a strong sense of pleasure in his heart.

So what if he is the unrivaled genius in swordsmanship of the human race?
So what if he is the invincible king?

You just have to bow your head respectfully at the feet of this prince and act like a lowly dog.

But even so, this dog is not qualified!

The Emperor Yanliu was looking forward to torturing him in every way, completely destroying his self-esteem and swordsmanship, and turning him into a real dog, and then telling him that he had no intention of granting him the opportunity to become an emperor from the beginning to the end. He wondered what kind of expression the blood-robed Taoist in front of him would have.

It must have been very exciting at that time.

Keng!
At this moment, a melodious sword sound resounded between heaven and earth.

The murderous intent surged like a surging wave, overwhelming the entire palace and all living beings in an instant, causing everyone inside to tremble in their hearts and feel a chill.

This includes the Emperor Yanliu who is high above and looking down upon others.

His strength is just that of an ordinary king. He is like an ant in front of the real invincible king. With such murderous intent, his body trembles and he cannot control himself.

"You lowly slave..."

Emperor Yanliu was so angry that his body was shaking.

The anticipation and pleasure in his heart immediately turned into fear, and then instantly turned into intense shame and anger, his face turned red with anger.

"After all, isn't it?"

"My imperial realm."

Jiang Ding slowly pulled out his sword and sighed with regret, his expression filled with sadness, despair, and grief.

The murderous intent around him became more and more violent and cold, and all the kings around him were like sitting in a small boat in the wind and waves, as if they would be swallowed up by the huge waves in the next moment, leaving no trace of their bodies.

"Bastard!"

"If you are so unruly, you will never reach the Emperor Realm!"

Emperor Yanliu was furious and said coldly.

"well,"

"Yanliu, you bastard,"

"Has no one ever told you that your acting skills and your scheming are just like a child's?"

Jiang Ding sighed slightly and said sadly: "You are such an idiot that you can't even pretend. Your eager little thoughts, cruelty, tyranny and murderous intentions are as clear as if written on paper."

"It seems that something happened that I didn't plan for."

"Heaven wants me to die. The Great Dao will never come true..."

Keng!
Boom!

A ray of blood light burst out, and the blood was like a dragon, violent and bloody, engulfing the entire sky, and rumbling down to suppress the Emperor of Flame on the Flame Throne.

The murderous intent like a tsunami enveloped him, and he couldn't even move an inch. As for King Moshan, King Shenshan and others, they were like ants and couldn't even react.

Under this blood-red sword light, the nobleman who was high above, the emperor's son on the throne, was weaker than a reptile!
(End of this chapter)