Chapter 1004

The Emperor's Scripture!

A servant dares to demand the Emperor's Scripture from an Imperial Son!

Flame Stream Imperial Son's face turned ashen.

He longed to rage, to crush the vile servant's skull with his Flame Spear as he had done to Qing Yan, turning it into a burst of blood blossoms.

Yet, he dared not.

Not from unwillingness, but from inability.

As Flame Stream Imperial Son fell silent, tiny specks of bloodlight bloomed around him; the air gradually grew icy, freezing, thick with a sticky, foul stench of blood that threatened to drown the entire Pink Imperial Palace.

Killing intent nearly solidified into fact.

"You cannot kill me."

"Blood River King."

Flame Stream Imperial Son struggled to breathe, forcing a sneering, contemptuous expression as he spat: "I bear my father's protection—you, a lowly servant, cannot kill me!"

"Do you think you are Cang Kong?"

"Just a servant!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding slave tribe elites, like Mo Shan, bowed their heads even lower.

An Imperial Son does not die by non-Imperial Son hands.

This is the Dao of Jiao Jiao Mingyu.

Not because of any law, but because terrifying power suppresses all—beings below Emperor rank cannot resist even a fraction.

"I know."

"Flame Stream, this is no secret."

Jiang Ding's expression was calm; the blood-colored longsword was fully drawn, slanted toward the earth, and he said softly: "I came here prepared for everything."

"Either I obtain the Emperor's Scripture."

"Or let me witness the Emperor-level arts beyond the King realm."

"Then I may die without regret."

Jing!

The blood-colored longsword hummed softly, and amid the bloodlight, it became a beam of light.

This beam split heaven and earth, parted the cloud sea; heavenly light and sword light converged in an instant into a brilliant point.

That point was none other than Flame Stream Imperial Son, whose soul was taut with tension.

The sword truly fell.

"Blood River King, how dare you!"

Flame Stream Imperial Son cried out in shock and fury.

Until this moment, he had been certain of victory, convinced no slave tribe king would truly dare strike him—maximum they would force him to yield.

For in his entire life, he had never seen such a thing, nor even heard of it.

It shattered his entire worldview.

Yet now, the cold, bloody killing intent descended like a tide—utterly real.

This servant truly meant to kill him!

"Blood River King, you seek death!"

Flame Stream Imperial Son roared to the heavens.

His entire body

Blazed like a furnace, dispelling his earlier gloom; his form swelled rapidly to a hundred zhang tall, his black scales gleaming menacingly.

Around him, a ten-zhang unbreakable chaotic space hummed and spun; boundless fire power from heaven and earth gathered here, surging into the immortal Flame Spear, an embryonic Emperor weapon.

In the sky, a blazing sun of fire appeared!

An inexplicable pressure emerged in heaven and earth, making all dare not look directly—as if witnessing a child of heaven and earth.

"Kill!"

Flame Stream Imperial Son's muscles beneath his scales twisted like ropes; he raised the Flame Spear high, as if lifting a sky of fire, and brought it crashing down like a storm tearing through dry grass.

Crack~

In some inexplicable way, a crisp sound echoed through his sinews and bones—as if something had snapped free.

The Flame Spear's power surged another notch!

Flame Stream Imperial Son suddenly understood.

An Imperial Clan's imperial son, if not born supremely powerful, must fight through battlefields and return from bloody wars—only then can his strength break through. Past so-called sparring and defeating slave tribe kings was mere play—worthless.

Infinite confidence surged instantly within Flame Stream Imperial Son; his gaze gradually turned mad.

Then, it turned to terror.

Jing!

That bloodlight sword fell.

The blood-colored swordlight and the Flame Spear crossed in an instant; the bloodsword slashed at the hundred-zhang giant holding up a sky of fire, as if gods from myth clashed.

Compared side by side, the blood-colored longsword's aura paled far beneath the Flame Spear—like common iron versus a divine weapon, heaven and earth apart.

Ding!

A shower of brilliant sparks erupted, a piercing shriek tearing through tens of thousands of li of sky.

This blood-colored longsword effortlessly cleaved through the sky of fire that Flame Stream Imperial Son held aloft!

She shattered the sky of fire, then slashed toward the embryonic Emperor weapon—the Flame Spear; amid the sparks, the blood blade lightly flicked, using the art of "four ounces deflecting a thousand catties," effortlessly sending the sea-weight Flame Spear flying from his grasp.

Then, the blood-colored swordlight struck directly upon Flame Stream Imperial Son's ten-zhang unbreakable chaotic space.

Boom!

The Flame Stream Imperial Prince spat blood and staggered back.

His ten-zhang unbreakable chaotic space shattered and healed again, frantically dissipating force, yet still could not stop the sword from slashing down.

The flesh on his body tore continuously, ruptured continuously; the crackling sounds of snapping tendons and bones rang unceasingly.

Boom!

The Flame Stream Imperial Prince was slammed hard into the ground, sinking dozens of zhang deep, utterly embedded, his aura plummeting.

"Flame Stream,"

"you've broken through?"

Jiang Ding said calmly: "But still too weak—even weaker than Chen Shan Wang."

"In the end, just a weakling."

"Blood River Wang!"

"You damned lowborn!"

"I refuse to believe you can do anything to me."

The Flame Stream Imperial Prince went mad.

He had never suffered such a setback, let alone one inflicted by a lowly servant; his eyes turned blood-red.

"Come, kill me!"

"I refuse to believe..."

"Good!"

Clang!

Another sword shriek rang out!

The crimson longsword descended from the sky, slashing down toward the Flame Stream Imperial Prince trapped in the deep pit.

Boom!

First strike: the ten-zhang unbreakable chaotic space shattered, exposing the bloodied, mangled body within.

Shhh!

Then came the second strike: the crimson blade's speed did not slow—it accelerated further, becoming a streak of light, and with a crisp crack, severed the Flame Stream Imperial Prince's throat!

The crimson blade had no interest in his sturdy neck bone; it surged wildly toward the Flame Stream Imperial Prince's flaming brain matter.

She would slaughter all, destroy all!

"Stop!"

"No! Blood River Wang, don't—"

Seeing this, Chen Shan Wang and Mo Shan went mad, burning their essence blood and divine souls, breaking free from their restraints, and charging frantically toward this spot.

Yet,

no matter how fast they moved, how could they rival the sword?

That bloody longsword not only did not relent—it grew even more resolute, accelerating further, piercing toward the Flame Stream Imperial Prince's brain matter, determined to turn it into a lifeless rag.

"No!"

Boundless fear, boundless cold, engulfed the Flame Stream Imperial Prince.

In this moment, he was terrified, helpless, afraid.

In this moment, he clearly felt how weak he was, utterly unable to face life and death.

"Spare..."

"Spare my life!"

The Flame Stream Imperial Prince struggled to beg, no longer madly demanding death.

This was not speech—it was a faint plea transmitted through his soul, so subtle it could easily be missed.

Then, Jiang Ding heard it.

The crimson longsword halted.

It stopped, lodged within the Flame Stream Imperial Prince's throat, its tip having pierced the membrane of his brain matter, about to pierce the tofu-like mass within.

The crimson longsword halted precisely.

"Flame Stream, look,"

"isn't this better?"

Jiang Ding's murderous intent and coldness softened slightly; he spoke quietly: "Just a child, boasting before this Lord of his fearlessness toward life and death."

"Do you deserve it?"

"Pathetic!"