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Chapter 260: The King of Heaven is seriously injured, and the Third Prince appears
Although it was a draw, any discerning person could see that King Dingxuan was in a very bad condition.

He was covered in blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and his aura was fluctuating violently. It was obvious that he had fallen from his peak state.

Especially those few painful coughs, black blood oozed out from the corners of his mouth and eyes like little snakes.

The king is stained with blood!

He did not stay on the battlefield for long.

He looked at Su Heng deeply, then turned and left.

The strong body turned into a green light, sank into Xuantian Mansion, and disappeared.

In front of King Dingxuan, Su Heng stood in the void. After a period of fighting, his dragon blood burst out, and he became more and more courageous. The injuries on his body were almost completely healed, and even the dragon wings that were torn and swallowed alive before were regenerated.

At this time, it naturally stretches outward, standing above the clouds, blocking out the sky and the sun, and casting shadows unscrupulously.

The huge, dark rolling clouds seemed to cover the entire Xuantian Mansion.

On the city wall of Xuantian Mansion.

Whether they were ordinary warriors who had just broken through the limits of the human body, or masters of the Tiangui level, when they looked up at Su Heng, their hearts were trembling. That kind of innate majesty, high above them, seemed to have turned into substance, weighing heavily on their chests, making them a little breathless.

Of course, Su Heng would not take out his anger on these irrelevant people.

He glanced at the blazing green flames burning in the sky in the distance, then turned around, his deep dragon transformation state was lifted, and his body shrank rapidly. He took a step forward, and with a piercing whistling sound, Su Heng also disappeared from the battlefield.

The battlefield was quiet.

The few cold auras lingering in it seemed a little disappointed.

After a sigh, it dissipated silently.

And at the edge of the sky far away, King Qingyang's powerful aura, as if it were a substance, was gradually surging away.

Wow!

The sword energy that cut off the Qinglan River dissipated.

The river water began to flow again, making a loud rumbling sound.

Hearing the dull roar like thunder, everyone present gradually came back to their senses from the aftermath of the battle. Seeing the shattered earth and the mountains that were torn apart and collapsed, these people fell silent again.

Then a few people started to discuss in a low voice.

More and more people started talking about it, and the voices became louder and louder, until it finally exploded completely, like a loud bang.

"The king is injured and at a disadvantage. Unbelievable!"

"Who is that person? He has a strong spirit and is very young." A gray-haired old man sighed, "But he already has the combat power of a king. His future prospects... are simply immeasurable."

"It is said that the seven states of Jiang and E are a barren land with scarce resources and unpopular martial arts. I heard that many people living there don't even know what demons are. How could such a monster suddenly appear?" This is a young man born into a large family.

He is very strong, and his cultivation is extraordinary for his age.

He had heard his family elders comment on the seven states of Jiang and E with disdain, but now he felt that his worldview had been reshaped.

"King Qingyang also showed up, but he didn't make a move and just left." Someone else frowned and said worriedly, "His attitude is a bit strange. I don't know what he is thinking."

"The matter of the Heavenly King is too far away from us." Another person replied, "You should practice hard and deal with the matter at hand first!"

Some people could not withstand the aura of tearing the sky apart during the battle between the King of Heaven and Su Heng, and their Taoist faith collapsed on the spot.

But there are also people with bright eyes, who swear in their hearts. They believe that as long as they practice hard and have some opportunities, they may be able to replace them in the troubled times. The flame of ambition burns in their hearts, urging them to keep moving forward.

……

And at this moment.

Xuantian Mansion, an old and dark mansion in the inner city.

boom!
King Dingxuan staggered and walked out from the dissipating green light.

The bluestone floor seemed unable to bear his weight, and it cracked and cracked. In the middle of the courtyard was an octagonal well, and above the well was a wooden windlass, used to draw water from the well. Next to the well was a large vat, more than three meters high, that seemed to be made of bronze.

A locust tree grows in the corner of the courtyard wall, lush and green, with its broad leaves casting shadows and blocking out the sunlight.

The whole courtyard was unusually quiet.

There were no birds singing, no insects chirping, not even the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

Snapped!
King Dingxuan took a step forward and grasped the edge of the vat tightly with both hands.

The bronze water tank was extremely hard, but in his hands it was as fragile as rotten wood, crackling, twisting and breaking.

The water tank was filled with well water, creating ripples.

You can vaguely see the broken shadows of trees and a hideous and distorted face.

Wow!
King Dingxuan only felt his internal organs twitching violently.

A strong feeling of discomfort surged up from the stomach along the esophagus.

He opened his mouth and a mouthful of black blood spurted out, which gradually spread in the water tank. Looking at the dark red bloodstains spreading like ink in the well water, King Dingxuan's distorted face gradually calmed down.

He untied the armor on his hands and put it aside.

He scooped water from the water tank to wash his face, but blood was still oozing out while he was washing away the blood on his hands and face.

In the end, the entire water tank was dyed a strange dark red. Looking at his bright red reflection in the water, King Dingxuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He squinted his eyes, raised his head, and looked through the gaps between the leaves at the fiery red sun gradually rising in the sky.

"When troubled times come, there will be evildoers." King Dingxuan's dry lips moved up and down, and he whispered, "The ancients were not deceiving me."

Snapped!
Footsteps came from behind.

A young servant in blue appeared under the arch of the courtyard.

He lowered his head and bowed to King Dingxuan first, then lowered his voice and said, "Sir, there is a secret letter from the Third Prince."

Swish!
Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew.

At the edge of the courtyard, the lush locust tree swayed gently, making a slight sound.

"Sir?" The young servant noticed something was wrong, trembled slightly, and looked up. A bloody face like a beast appeared in his sight, looking back. The majestic pupils were full of bloodshot, and two black blood snakes flowed down the cracked corners of the eyes.

"Ah! King, you--" The young man felt as if he was hit hard on the head by a sledgehammer.

There was a gust of flying sand and rocks on the ground.

The strong majesty, as if it were real, came from across the air.

The young man was extremely frightened, his eyes went dark, and he almost screamed. He used all his strength to barely control his muscles. Without a stumble, he fell to the ground. But he was still panic-stricken and pale.

Because just now, the moment their eyes met, he clearly sensed a hint of cold murderous intent in King Dingxuan's injured, beast-like gaze.

"Third Prince..." King Dingxuan nodded slightly, "I understand."

The cold murderous intent dissipated.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, "Your Majesty, I will take my leave now."

"Go." King Dingxuan said.

The young servant bowed his head and faced King Dingxuan. He slowly retreated, and when he was close to the archway behind him and about to leave the courtyard, he turned around.

The moment he turned around—poof!

A flash of force passed by and pierced his heart. The young man fell in a pool of his own blood, his eyes wide open, and died with his eyes open.

"Even you look down on me, thinking that I shouldn't lose, or even get hurt, haha." King Dingxuan paused beside the young man's body, sneered, and shook his head. Then he stepped over the body and quickly disappeared into the quiet courtyard.

There was a rustling sound.

Some black vines with thorns crawled out of the soil and covered the young man.

After a while of wriggling, the vines stained with blood shrunk back into the flower bed, and the young man's body was gone. Even the bloodstains and the remaining clothes on the ground were cleaned up. The courtyard returned to its previous tranquility, as if no one had ever been there.

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King Dingxuan walked to a ceremony hall at the back of the mansion.

This hall was specially built to communicate with the third prince. The ceiling is over nine meters high and supported by red dragon pillars.

In the shadows on both sides stood statues of ancient generals, each of them covered in scales and armor, with a ferocious face and dragons and tigers around him.

In the middle of the room is a long altar.

There were incense burners, candlesticks, and plaques of the immortal gods on the altar. At this moment, two Tianqi masters dressed in white were standing on both sides of the altar.

They first bowed slightly and saluted King Dingxuan, and then lit the incense in their hands and inserted it into the incense burner.

The two of them recited the incantation silently, and then bowed earnestly towards the plaque and incense burner on the altar.

Then he slowly stepped back and left the hall.

boom!
Behind King Dingxuan.

The heavy door was shut and locked.

The room that was originally bright and bright suddenly became dark, and a majesty that seemed to be tangible flowed in the shadows. The wide hall seemed to be unable to bear it, and it trembled and hummed, and dust fell from the walls and the beams above.

Against the backdrop of the shadows, the general sculptures on both sides seemed to come alive, with red eyes, staring angrily at King Dingxuan in the center of the room.

Even though King Dingxuan is the King of Heaven.

When they felt the vast power descending from Changshengtian, their hearts were slightly shaken.

boom!
His knees went weak and he knelt on one knee on the ground.

It drilled directly through the ground, leaving a huge hole on it.

Wisps of smoke rose from the burning incense, becoming more and more numerous and thicker, until it was almost like a gusher. It formed a continuous sheet and turned into a curtain. With a long sigh, the flame ignited in the void.

A slightly illusory, but extremely tall and majestic figure emerged from the smoke.

Just like the war wizards and giants in myths and legends, just half of his body was enough to fill up this nine-meter-high hall.

(End of this chapter)