Chapter 1023

In the dark and deathly silent star region, a blood-robed Taoist sat cross-legged.

Before the blood-robed Taoist, a long sword floated.

Beside the long sword, ten blood dragons roared ferociously, sending out waves of roaring ripples that vaguely resembled the roars of kings like Mo Ye Wang and Sha Yi Wang.

The voices were full of malice and unwillingness; any single roar ripple could slaughter a Nascent Soul-level sect in an instant.

"Mo Ye Wang, stop struggling."

"It is useless."

Jiang Ding, with a calm expression, cast Yi Dao Dao Fa to suppress the agitation of the ten blood dragons: "In the past, when you slaughtered millions of slave tribes at the drop of a hat, why was there no such intense unwillingness and resentment?"

"Now that it is your turn, you react so strongly."

"However, it is useless; enjoy it obediently."

As Yi Dao Dao Fa descended, the ten blood dragons, which had roared endlessly with overwhelming ferocity, gradually quieted down, were thrown into the Blood River Sword, and were worn down, devoured, and had all their past resentment and unwillingness obliterated by the hundreds of millions of fine Blood River sword qi within the sword, leaving only pure blood essence and spiritual soul essence.

Of course, this purity is relative.

At deeper levels, at even more microscopic levels, there must be many residues; it is impossible to achieve absolute purity, which is a flaw that the Blood Dao and the Demon Dao can never escape.

This is the reason why demon cultivators often suffer qi deviation.

In terms of purity, these foreign blood and powers can absolutely not compare to the magic power of a cultivator that is constantly tempered and growing within themselves.

This is the true meaning of the so-called Righteous Path true cultivation: slow at first, then fast, accumulating thickly to release thinly.

Jiang Ding cast Yi Dao Dao Fa, forcibly stuffing the blood dragons formed from the essence, energy, and spirit of Mo Ye Wang, Sha Yi Wang, and the other ten kings into the Blood River Sword, refining them bit by bit to strengthen the foundation of the Blood River Sword bit by bit, repairing the damaged foundation of the past, and allowing the Blood River Sword to achieve an essential improvement.

Finally, all ten blood dragons were pressed into the jade-like sword body; bumps appeared from time to time on the sword body, which were faces vaguely resembling Mo Ye Wang, Sha Yi Wang, and others, but all were blocked by a layer of blood film and could not break free.

These ferocious faces that protruded from time to time made this Blood Demon Sword even more terrifying.

Whoever saw this sword at first glance would immediately determine that it was a treasure of an ancient demon who had slaughtered hundreds of millions, with no room for misunderstanding.

"... Killing life to protect life, cutting karma not cutting people..."

"I am actually kind and innocent."

Jiang Ding whispered.

Blood light erupted from his eyes, reaching a full foot in length; violent killing intent unconsciously spread in all directions, enough to cause all living beings within a thousand li to instantly wither and die, their flesh and blood drying up.

"Alas, there are always demons in the world, disturbing the masses and preventing them from finding peace."

"Therefore, the sword must always be stained with blood..."

"..."

Jiang Ding's gaze fell on the ancient bamboo slip that had automatically flown out again; the blood light in his eyes gradually vanished, leaving a calm and peaceful appearance.

The dark green ancient bamboo slip emitted beams of light, reflecting the figures of Yan Liu Di Zi and others.

"Blood River Wang, you killed Sha Yi Wang..."

As Shenshan Wang appeared, he had an appearance with blood-red eyes and a face that was incredibly ferocious.

It seemed that, as a king of the Yan Shi family, he had a considerable friendship with Sha Yi Wang; upon learning of Sha Yi Wang's death and the complete slaughter of his descendants, he instantly went nearly mad.

"Yes, he sought death; this Lord killed him."

"Shenshan Wang."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly, admitting it.

He ignored Shenshan Wang's rage and said: "Shenshan Wang, if you truly miss Sha Yi Wang, you can tell this Lord; this Lord will immediately go to the Black Water Realm to send you off, allowing you to meet Sha Yi Wang and ensuring he is not lonely."

"You dare..."

Shenshan Wang was furious, nearly going mad, but his words halted, and his heart grew icy cold.

Shenshan Wang dared not continue to roar and reproach.

This slave king knew no taboos.

He truly dared to kill him!

Even if the Di Zi intervened, it would likely be useless; no one could stop him.

On his person, there existed no rites or laws, no order, and certainly no reverence; there was only a longing for the Di Realm and an endless greed for the blood of all living beings.

Such a fierce demon, even if appearing among the human race, would be an object hunted to death by the human race.

Where could any race come from to threaten him?

This was a human cultivator with no weaknesses and no retreat.

"Di Zi."

"The ten kings have lost their heads; where is the middle section of the Great Emperor Scripture that I requested?"

Jiang Ding stopped paying attention to Shenshan Wang, revealed a friendly and kind smile, and looked at Yan Liu Di Zi above the Wang Zuo.

Yan Liu Di Zi kept a cold face and did not respond.

"Oh?"

The smile on Jiang Ding's face gradually faded.

He stopped speaking and felt no anger; he simply stared at Yan Liu Di Zi on the Wang Zuo, wondering what he was thinking.

A instinctive panic suddenly arose in Yan Liu Di Zi's heart; beneath the calm surface, his heart began to beat violently, and fine sweat formed on his palms.

"Blood River Wang!"

"You killed the Di Zi's third uncle! From where do you get the face to ask for a reward?"

Shenshan Wang angrily reproached: "Furthermore, the agreement between the Di Zi and you was to exchange the heads of ten Cang Kong Di Zi Imperial Guard Kings for the middle section of the Great Emperor Scripture."

"You have not met the requirements!"

"Indeed, the requirements are quite detailed."

Jiang Ding let out a silent laugh.

"A lord never jokes."

Lord Chen Shan sneered coldly, showing no sign of retreat.

This was unexpected; he did not know where he had drawn his confidence, yet suddenly possessed such a firm basis for being so stubborn.

"Interesting."

"How many Kings have pledged allegiance to the Imperial Son?"

Jiang Ding pondered for a moment, formed a guess, and asked with a smile.

The Kings of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan were all like dogs.

When spoken to kindly and persuaded, these Kings treated the words like flatulence; weighing every option, considering every pro and con, they constantly invoked the Great Righteousness of the Imperial Clan, the rise and fall of the Imperial Clan, and so on, throwing one high hat after another at you, securing every advantage in rank, adopting every high-and-mighty posture; even the Kings within the Yan Shi family acted this way.

But if you ignore them.

Draw the executioner's blade, beat each stubborn resistor to death one by one, and these Kings, full of talk about the Great Righteousness of the Imperial Clan, will instantly become as obedient as a dog, demanding no conditions, suddenly developing family sentiment, realizing that as Kings of the Yan Shi family, they should pledge loyalty to the family's Imperial Son.

Suddenly, they become reasonable.

"Not many, not many."

Lord Chen Shan sneered: "Counting the Slave King, there are only a dozen or so Kings in total; relying on the Minor Thousand Worlds Great Array, it is already enough to resist the Imperial Son of Cang Kong's vast army."

This was a shift in the balance of power.

With fewer Kings pledging allegiance to the Imperial Son of Cang Kong, the power of the Imperial Son of Yan Liu was enhanced in return, causing the strength of both sides to rapidly converge, no longer the nearly desperate, massive gap as before.

Lord Chen Shan looked coldly at that blood-robed Daoist.

An Imperial Son does not need a wild, untamable wolf that will turn and bite at any moment, but a tamed house dog!

In fact, this is for the good of this wild dog as well.

If he does not curb his wildness, even if the war is won, he may not survive; this would cause the Imperial Son to lose a major asset, and the Yan Shi family would lose a portion of its strength.

This was not something Lord Chen Shan wished to see.

Therefore, seizing the opportunity, he hoped to tame this wild dog.

"In that case..."

Jiang Ding chuckled lightly: "Since the Imperial Son does not need me, let us part ways here."

"The Imperial Son of Cang Kong is known as the Virtuous Imperial Son; he surely will not treat me unfairly."

In his hand, a butterfly emitting green flames had appeared at some unknown moment.

Actually, Jiang Ding had originally intended to go to the Black Water Minor Realm and slaughter all the Kings who had pledged allegiance, so that the Imperial Son of Yan Liu would be even more obedient.

However, this seemed too conspicuous, somewhat defying common sense, so he abandoned the plan.

"This is..."

"The Imperial Son of Cang Kong?"

The Imperial Son of Yan Liu's body hair stood on end, his heart trembling; he no longer sat like a clay-sculpted Bodhisattva, leaving everything to Lord Chen Shan.

"You speak too highly!"

"Lord Dong Xue He Wang, you speak too highly."

The Imperial Son of Yan Liu scrutinized that illusory green-flamed butterfly repeatedly, revealing a humble, ingratiating smile.

"Lord Chen Shan is already old and decrepit, confused by age; please do not take offense."

"Since you wish to obtain the Mid-Section Imperial Scripture, then I shall give it to you."

The Imperial Son of Yan Liu began to be understanding.