Chapter 1033: Who Allowed You to Use a Sword Before Me?

The blue flame giant transformed from the Cang Kong Imperial Son shattered the Blood Robe Daoist again and again, invincible.

Yet a chill gradually rose in his heart.

Boom!

The blue flame giant, cradling the massive pillar of flame, blasted the Blood Robe Daoist apart once more, reducing him to ash—at the cost of a single bloody gash across its own neck.

"If this keeps up, defeat is certain!"

"Zhu Star King,"

the Cang Kong Imperial Son said, his voice slightly lowered, "faced with an enemy like this, how did the various seniors, and the Ancient Imperial Sons, respond?"

In truth, Dong Xue He Wang's power was not all that strong.

A sword strike delivered with his full might left only a faint wound on his body, which healed in an instant—not even close to a light injury.

But his undying, imperishable body was simply too terrifying!

Whether struck, smashed, hammered, flattened, or burned with the Blue Blaze Heart Fire hot enough to melt fifth-tier divine gold, nothing could destroy him; he revived in the blink of an eye.

When such a scene repeated itself again and again, one could not help but feel a thread of despair.

"Your Highness,"

"Dong Xue He Wang's Imperishable Dharma Body has been cultivated extremely well."

"If it were the Cang Yan Ancient Imperial Son, a single punch or kick would be enough—no effort required to kill him outright."

Zhu Star King said in a low voice, "Because the Imperial Son's power is condensed enough—overwhelming force shatters all laws. No matter what kind of imperishability, one punch is all it takes. What undying sword intent, what blood dao body—all would be utterly destroyed, unable to stir the slightest ripple."

"Cang Kong Your Highness, by condensing the power of the various Kings, you have reached a level of raw strength far surpassing Dong Xue He Wang's."

"But in the condensation of that power, you still fall short. You cannot use brute force to shatter a sword cultivator's imperishable sword intent, and therefore cannot wound Dong Xue He Wang at his root."

"Using force to break sword intent, using force to break dharma—this path will not work for you."

"You can only take another path: use the military formation's baleful totem to destroy sword intent, use intent to counter imperishable sword intent. In this regard, I will provide you with assistance…"

Zhu Star King spoke at length.

"Military formation baleful totem?"

The Cang Kong Imperial Son started.

Before he could respond, within his body, the transparent spider silk connecting the thirty Kings of the Horn Demon Imperial Clan turned pitch-black in the blink of an eye, dense with demonic intent, as some cold, violent power was injected into the military formation.

The Cang Kong Imperial Son's enormous pupils swiftly turned pitch-black.

An uncontrollable, frenzied killing intent gradually welled up in his heart; his body trembled slightly; the blue flames around him became pitch-black demonic flames; the ten-thousand-zhang imperishable chaos space turned pitch-black—the black of a dead, silent starry sky, reflecting not a single glimmer of light.

"Ah…"

"Roar!"

The demonic flame giant, uncontrollably

threw back its head and howled wildly to the sky, veins bulging on its face, expression savage and twisted, enduring unimaginable agony.

"Roar!"

Immediately after, the pitch-black demonic fire outside the Cang Kong Imperial Son's body seemed to come alive on its own, spontaneously expanding, twisting, devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, qi and blood, as well as the Kings' magic power and battle intent.

In the end, it actually formed a towering, heaven-piercing phantom of a one-horned giant in the sky!

This one-horned giant phantom had a blurred form and face; one could not make out its features.

Yet merely looking at it, an image involuntarily rose in everyone's heart—an unparalleled prodigy, outstanding and full of vigor, wanting to dominate the world alone—and they instinctively submitted, wishing they could rush to his steps at once and pledge loyalty to him, with no regrets no matter what battlefield the future might bring.

Compared to this figure, even though the Cang Kong Imperial Son was courteous to the worthy, sincere in his treatment of others, and called a Virtuous Imperial Son, it amounted to nothing.

This figure was incomparably domineering, wanting to rule the world, absolutely unwilling to lower his stance or show courtesy to the worthy—yet it made all the Horn Demon Imperial Clan Kings bewitched, willingly submitting, not daring to raise any conditions.

This was the charm brought by pure power!

In Xian Dao Shi Gao Jie, this charm was stronger than any courtesy to the worthy, any wisdom, any personal attraction—by far—making people dare not be his enemy, willingly bowing their heads.

"Ah!"

"Cang Yan! You dare to harm me…"

The Cang Kong Imperial Son finally awoke from the agony at this moment, roaring in fury, as if hating something to the extreme.

In that instant, he clearly felt that something within him had been severed—not related to advancing to the Da Di Jing, but within the Da Di Jing, his cultivation would inevitably become extremely difficult.

In other words, he could never become an Ancient Emperor.

Therefore, he no longer had any chance of inheriting the Ancient Imperial Son's crown of Cang Yan Ancient Emperor, and no longer posed any threat.

Not because of ritual, not because of morality, not because of a promise made under family rules—but because his foundation had been severed, his foundation flawed.

Even if he wished to break his promise, he could not!

"You wretched slave!"

The Cang Kong Imperial Son looked with killing intent at the gorgeous King within the military formation, wishing he could flay her, eat her flesh, throw her into the Ghost Abyss to be tormented for eternity, to vent the hatred in his heart.

"Your Highness, you have not lost anything."

"You never had the possibility of advancing to Ancient Emperor in the first place."

Zhu Star King was not surprised, and said calmly.

"Perhaps you should not be angry—at the very least, you should first slay your enemy. Only then should you be angry. On the battlefield, there is no room for so much weakness of emotion."

"Wretched slave!"

The Cang Kong Imperial Son was consumed with hatred.

He had treated others with sincerity, yet never expected that in the blink of an eye he would be stabbed in the back

?? hating to the point of madness.

He hesitated for a moment.

But the blood-colored sword light did not pause for even an instant because of his hesitation.

It hacked down again and again, leaving in the briefest span countless crisscrossing wounds across his body, blood flowing freely, the Blood River Sword Intent seeping into his flesh, ceaselessly destroying, ceaselessly slaughtering, devouring any living blood and flesh.

"Kill!"

The demonic flame giant formed by the Cang Kong Emperor's Son suddenly turned his head, madness flashing in his eyes, and with both arms cradling a colossal pillar of demonic flame, he smashed it toward the sky.

At the same moment he moved, the towering totem-giant of demonic shadow standing behind him moved in concert, both arms cradling a pitch-black, ghastly Heaven-Slaying Saber that came crashing down with a thunderous roar—like an ancient giant pushing a star across the heavens, the great momentum of heaven and earth boiling over and pouring entirely into the blade.

Within the demonic saber, the aura shifted a million times in an instant, finally condensing into a kind of intensely scorching, utterly frenzied presence.

This was a saber that changed a million times in a single instant!

"This is…"

Jiang Ding's expression changed wildly.

Boom!

The army-formation totem demonic saber and the Cang Kong Emperor's Son's pillar of flame descended together—savage force, scorching and frenzied will, both present at once, no longer any weakness at all.

Whoosh!

Jiang Ding slashed out with a sword, blood-light flooding the space between heaven and earth, finally condensing into a single thread of sword-light bright as a star that cleaved forth.

The blood-colored sword-light and the demonic saber, the pillar of flame, locked in a momentary stalemate for a hundred-thousandth of an instant.

Clang!

Boom!

The deep-red blood-light flying sword, as though struck by lightning, was blasted back uncontrollably, its spiritual light suddenly dimming beyond compare.

It was not only the deep-red flying sword—at the instant the sword was grievously wounded, the countless tens of millions of thread-like blood-river channel veins spreading from the sword hilt suddenly contracted.

In many places they simply dried up, the blood-water entirely evaporated away, exposing the empty riverbed.

"Puh!"

The Blood-Robe Daoist was sent flying backward, slamming violently into the ground several dozen kilometers away.

Clearly it was not that his body had been pulverized or burned to ash, yet his aura plummeted drastically—far more than at any previous moment of being struck!

Beneath that demonic saber, he was no longer undying and indestructible!