Chapter 1002: Blood So Familiar

Jiang Ding ignored Chen Shan Wang's rebuke.

He strolled forward, countless crimson sword qi erupting from his body, slaughtering enemies blocking his path, draining their divine souls and vital blood until only withered corpses remained, collapsing to the ground.

The withered corpses were incredibly fragile, shattering into several fragments; all essence within their bodies had been drained.

Amidst the swirling thousand turns of blood qi, Jiang Ding's expression was somewhat dazed.

This scene seemed beautiful.

Very, very beautiful.

And somewhat familiar.

It seemed that in the very distant past, such a scene was frequently seen.

Thump, thump-thump!

"Blood River King,"

Chen Shan Wang charged forward with heavy steps, his feet pounding the space like war drums, dragging behind him a mountain of gleaming silver metal!

At this moment, he spoke not a single word.

This mountain instantly expanded to a thousand zhang in size, merging with the ten-zhang indestructible chaotic space of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, seized by a sky-piercing giant arm of knotted muscle, and violently smashed down upon the blood-robed Daoist below!

The Demon Rock Clan King, Demon Mountain, protecting the Flame Stream Emperor's Son, felt his eyelid twitch at this sight.

Boom!

The mountain of gleaming silver metal, violently smashed down by the sky-piercing giant arm, seemed to transform into a chaotic black hole, emitting infinite attraction, swallowing everything, destroying everything.

This is the ultimate power of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan!

This race, which achieved brilliant success in the path of body cultivation, possesses indestructible, undying bodies, mastering ultimate power, causing all races to feel despair, daring not to provoke the Emperor Clan's dignity in any way, willingly becoming servants, regarding it as the highest honor.

Both being at the peak of the King realm, this single strike was enough to inflict severe injury upon him upon contact.

Let alone that weak human Blood Dao King!

"Servant, you shall die!"

Chen Shan Wang roared.

He went mad, revealing a ferocious, bloodthirsty glint; this is the innate talent of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, going berserk in battle, a race born for combat.

Ultimate power manifested as a terrifying chaotic black hole pressing down.

From all directions, countless wildly dancing crimson sword lights were swallowed by that chaotic black hole; countless human, demon, and Demon Rock cultivators were swallowed by the black hole, their bodies turned to dust, their divine souls utterly annihilated.

All blood light vanished.

Jiang Ding looked up.

The blood robe around him rustled loudly, pulled into threads of blood, seemingly about to be swallowed by that chaotic black hole; his body was bound by heavy pressure, unable to move.

"Chen Shan."

"How can someone like you be worthy to be my opponent?"

Jiang Ding looked at a blood sword that had appeared in his hand at some unknown moment, whispering.

"You are not worthy."

Hum!

The tip of the broken sword within his divine soul trembled slightly.

At the instant the black hole formed from ultimate power descended upon his head.

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword.

Following some inexplicable realization in his heart, he gazed across the four wilds; the world was filled with crisscrossing blood lines, no longer possessing the color of metal, but pure blood, lines composed entirely of blood.

These blood lines existed within life, within rivers, within mountains and palaces, within heaven and earth.

And even more so, within the Horned Demon Emperor Clan King who was pushing forward and suppressing with the mountain of gleaming silver metal!

On Chen Shan Wang's body existed a blood pattern changing like a ball of thread; the complexity of this blood pattern was far simpler than the patterns of heaven and earth, far too simple, not even existing on the same order of magnitude.

"It should be like this,"

"Slash."

Jiang Ding thought.

Clang!

A beam of blood sword light slashed out!

Heaven and earth fell silent, covered by thick blood light, sticky, obscuring the vision of all living beings; all living beings had their minds go blank, losing the ability to think.

Unknown time passed.

The blood light Xu Xu dissipated, revealing again the various vibrant colors in heaven and earth; the figures of people and the sound of wind in heaven and earth began to flow once more.

"I... am still too weak..."

In Jiang Ding's heart, a strong sense of shame arose.

At the instant heaven and earth returned to normal, Chen Shan Wang, carrying the mountain of gleaming silver metal and pressing down with one hand, revealed a look of terror.

Boom!

Chen Shan Wang spat blood and retreated; his body, like Shenshan collapsing, retreated at a speed far faster than before, smashing violently to the ground, collapsing palace after palace; protective array patterns of numerous palaces spread out, then shattered once again.

"Wah!"

"This is impossible!"

Chen Shan Wang spat a large mouthful of blood again, spraying it all over the ground; his body stumbled uncontrollably, exclaiming in shock and rage.

On his body appeared a faint blood mark, from the brow to the throat, then to the chest, down to the groin; the sword mark was deep enough to see the bone, almost splitting his entire body evenly in two.

Chen Shan Wang's skin and flesh were about to become two halves, separated by a sword mark, revealing black demon-iron-like bones within.

The skin on both sides of the wound frantically tried to close, his body indestructible, yet unable to do so under the erosion of residual sword qi within the sword mark.

Flesh and blood on both sides closed together, then parted, repeating endlessly, terrifying beyond measure.

This is precisely why the Horned Demon Imperial Clan excels in body refinement, with peerless defense.

Had this been a spell cultivator, it would have been enough to kill him ten times over.

"Dong Xue He Wang, you..."

Demon Mountain gazed in terror at that blood-robed Daoist, his own

long-time rival.

"Chen Shan, your strength is not bad."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

He sheathed his sword and walked step by step into the pink Imperial Palace, heading toward that decadent Flame Stream Imperial Son.

Along the way, anyone who dared block him died, including all the Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators who stood in his way, including the cultivators of the Flame Stone Family; no mercy was shown, no retreat was possible. Watching this, Demon Mountain's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and a chill ran down his spine.

Without any hesitation, Demon Mountain still blocked the path before the blood-robed Daoist.

"You... hid your strength all this time?"

Demon Mountain's voice was bitter.

"Are you not the same, Demon Mountain?"

Jiang Ding said calmly: "In ordinary times, even a single king from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan could defeat you, treating you like a slave to be commanded. Though you are of the same realm, they view you as weak, even a newly ascended king from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan."

"Is this the truth?"

Demon Mountain fell silent.

This is the sorrow of slave-tribe kings; born weaker than others, it is only fitting.

All slave-tribe kings hide their strength in ordinary times; he did so, and so did Dong Xue He Wang.

What he did not expect was that Dong Xue He Wang had hidden so much.

"Dong Xue He Wang,"

"You schemed and plotted for countless years. Since you have already succeeded in breaking free from the slave seal and gaining freedom, why return?"

Demon Mountain said in a heavy voice.

Clearly, he was stalling for time, giving King Chen Shan time to recover. Cultivators of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan possess tenacious vitality; as long as they do not die on the spot, they do not perish easily.

At the same time, he was curious: back then, the other party had clearly faked their death, deceiving everyone, so why return now?

"Because of lifespan."

The Dong Xue He Wang whom Jiang Ding had transformed into paid no heed to his stalling.

"I have over a thousand years left, and I am about to die."

"After being free for a while, there is no longer any meaning, so I came here."

"I wish to meet the Imperial Son of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan."

"Now, you should step aside."

Jiang Ding moved neither quickly nor slowly, drawing the blood sword bit by bit.