Chapter 1005: Da Di Jing Scriptures

The Flame-Flow Emperor's Son said he feared no death?

Jiang Ding nearly laughed his teeth out.

Fear no death.

Is this something one can do by merely speaking, with blood rushing to the head, temper flaring, and gritting one's teeth?

Without undergoing countless trials, without experiencing numerous social practices, without knowing all manner of worldly affairs, without understanding the laws governing society, without constantly strengthening one's Dao heart throughout this process...

Without experiencing these things, a child raised in a greenhouse dares to say he fears no life or death?

This is a joke.

"You..."

The Flame-Flow Emperor's Son's face turned green and red, yet he dared not speak another insulting word.

This lowly slave truly dared to kill him!

He had no doubt that if he had not begged for mercy, that blood-colored long sword would have pierced his skull, causing countless brain matter to explode into a mass of lifeless cotton.

In this moment, he deeply felt the gap between himself and a king who had fought his way up through life and death.

It was not just strength, but the heart of battle.

If the Chen Shan King were here, or even the Demon Mountain, they would certainly not utter words of begging for mercy; if they died, they died.

Buzz!

The blood-colored long sword in his throat vibrated, bringing intense pain.

The Flame-Flow Emperor's Son's expression twisted from agony.

"Flame-Flow."

"You cherish your life; this is good. Only those who cherish life can live long."

Jiang Ding spoke coldly: "Where is the Da Di Jing I demand?"

"I defeated the Cang Kong Emperor's Son for you; you give me the Da Di Jing, and you give it to me first."

"Thus, you win the Emperor's Son Battle, obtain the Emperor's Son Crown, and achieve the Da Di Jing in the future."

"I obtain my one chance at the Great Dao."

"The Da Di Jing... this is impossible!"

The Flame-Flow Emperor's Son covered his throat with both hands, enduring the pain, and roared: "I am merely an Emperor's Son! I am not a Da Di Jing; how could I possibly have the Da Di Jing!"

"Hah?"

"Do you think it's possible?"

He gave an answer completely different from the promise made before.

"This has nothing to do with me."

"Flame-Flow."

Jiang Ding spoke coldly: "I came today; if I do not obtain the Da Di Jing, then I die. It would be best if I could slay you and have you accompany me in death."

"If I cannot slay you but get to witness the techniques of a Da Di Jing, I would die without regrets!"

"I ask you one more time?"

"Is this the answer you give me?"

Jiang Ding asked, filled with killing intent.

"Dong Xue He Wang, you are mad!"

"You are truly mad!"

The Flame-Flow Emperor's Son, disregarding the pain in his throat,

flew into a rage: "Even if you obtain the Da Di Jing, what then? Can you ascend to Da Di Jing?"

"Do you not know that because of your actions, the entire human race will be slaughtered to extinction?"

"I give you one last chance: pledge loyalty to me, and I will do my best to make the human race the ninth class of slaves; even your life can be preserved."

"Do not... ah!"

Boom!

A beam of blood-colored sword qi slashed down, cutting the Flame-Flow Emperor's Son out of the deep pit; he spat blood and retreated, crashing several li away, his bones snapping one after another.

The Flame-Flow Emperor's Son was covered in blood and flesh, looking even more miserable.

"Do not speak nonsense anymore."

"Do not speak nonsense anymore!"

"Flame-Flow, you damn dog bastard!"

The blood light in Jiang Ding's eyes nearly pierced through his body; his soul aura was agitated and mad as he shouted: "How many times must I tell you before you understand? I have only a thousand-plus years of lifespan left!"

"Laozi is about to die!"

"Do you know this, you dog bastard?"

"I am not a waste like you! As long as there is the Da Di Jing, as long as there is the Da Di Jing, Laozi will definitely ascend to Da Di Jing, definitely ascend to Da Di Jing!"

"Do you understand?"

The Blood-Robed Daoist's expression twisted; he waved his arms frantically, describing something.

The so-called future extermination of the entire human race was completely ignored by him; he showed no reaction, nor did he even bring it up specifically.

"This lowly bastard..."

Deep helplessness arose in the heart of the Flame-Flow Emperor's Son.

How could a mere Da Di Jing bridge the chasm between a King and a Da Di Jing?

Let alone this lowly bastard Dong Xue He Wang; even he, raised since childhood by his father as an Emperor's Son, has little hope of achieving Da Di Jing now.

How could a mere ant cultivating the Dong Xue Dao Gong Fa, with some accidental fortune, dare to gaze upon the Da Di Jing?

Yet these reasons hold no meaning for a madman.

At the center of the Flame Stone Star Domain, within a vast palace where flames roared upward.

This palace sits at the heart of the Flame Stone Star Domain, naturally inhaling and exhaling the spiritual tides of over a dozen Minor Thousand Worlds, gathering here to nourish countless Grade Six heavenly treasures, constantly emitting a chaotic, heavy aura.

Even a King arriving here can only bow in worship, daring not the slightest lapse in reverence.

At the center of the Flame Palace, a crimson flame giant as massive as a mountain sat upon Wang Zuo, silently gazing at everything unfolding in the distance, unknown what he pondered.

How long passed was unknown.

"Great Emperor?"

From afar on Wang Zuo, a King of the Flame Stone family asked softly, "Shall we dispatch a King to strike down this traitorous servant?"

"The existence of this servant has already shamed the family."

Yet he did not mention bringing back the Flame Flow Emperor's Son.

The battle of Emperor's Sons involves a dispute between the Great Emperor and the Ancient Emperor; it is not for a mere King like him to interject.

No response came.

The King of the Flame Stone family bowed respectfully, stepped back slowly, and spoke no more.

The palace fell silent once more.

It seemed an extremely long, very long time had passed.

Hum!

At some unknown moment, an ancient, weathered bamboo slip appeared within the Flame Emperor's Palace, bearing a style distinct from the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, clearly an artifact from another Immortal Dao civilization.

"Great Emperor..."

The surrounding Kings of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan trembled, yet dared not offer any counsel.

Whoosh!

The weathered bamboo slip vanished without a trace.

"Lowborn?"

"Is this your final answer?"

Jiang Ding's mad expression vanished, returning to calm: "This Lord, at life's end, has been granted the honor of witnessing the Great Emperor's methods; that alone is boundless glory."

"A King of the Slave Race, no matter how long he lives, who can compare to this Lord's single moment?"

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Ding laughed wildly: "Demon Mountain, you trash who have been my opponent for who knows how many years!"

"Even you, a trash who has humbly bent the knee, actively merging loyalty and servility into your own soul, must surely envy this Lord in your heart at this very moment?"

Demon Mountain barely blocked the path before the Flame Flow Emperor's Son, saying nothing.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Great Emperor, to see me off, who can compare?"

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword lightly.

As he drew the sword, Xiong Xiong blood-colored flames burned upon his body, burned within his soul; his viscous Blood Dao body seemed to become highly flammable, making the Blood Robe Daoist shine with ten thousand rays of light, daring no one to look directly.

He was, indeed, burning everything!

"Stop!"

"Stop quickly!"

"Blood River King, you need not do this..."

The Flame Flow Emperor's Son felt cold in his heart, as if falling into an ice cave.

In that instant, it seemed an entire blood-colored heaven and earth collapsed upon him; a terrifying Blood Dao sword intent pressed down, freezing his soul and stiffening his body.

Indeed, there was no power to resist!

All instincts, the Emperor's Son's extremely keen combat talent, clearly told the Flame Flow Emperor's Son one fact.

This sword strike means certain death!

It cannot be dodged, cannot be fled, and cannot be blocked!

Death is inevitable!

An opponent far stronger than himself,

burning his body, his soul, going mad in a life-for-life struggle, striking out a sword—what scene is that? The Flame Flow Emperor's Son now felt it clearly.

It was simply like death destined by fate!

The Flame Flow Emperor's Son clearly sensed he was about to die, not at the hands of the Blood River King, but at the hands of the Cang Kong Emperor's Son.

The two seemed to have crossed time, overlapping into one.

This is fate.

"Blood River King..."

"If you stop, I can give you..."

The Flame Flow Emperor's Son suddenly awoke, frantically pleading, making various promises, various pledges, even swearing by his ancestors and ancient gods, sincere to the extreme, credible to the extreme.

Yet, all of this was useless.

That sword strike slowly descended.

"No..."

The Flame-Flow Emperor's Son felt despair.

The abyss of death enveloped him.

Just then.

Suddenly, the Flame-Flow Emperor's Son's despairing expression froze, filled with disbelief.

"Dong Xue He Wang!"

The Flame-Flow Emperor's Son roared with all the strength of his life: "The Great Emperor Scripture can be yours!"

Whoosh!

The blood-colored long sword, about to strike down, halted.

Jiang Ding looked up.

He gazed before him; an ancient, weathered bamboo slip appeared in front of him.

It was a somewhat dim ink-green, as if it had endured endless time, passed through countless hands, and been contemplated by innumerable people.

Now, it simply appeared before him, rising and falling uncertainly.