Chapter 1035: The Kings Fall One After Another Beneath the Sword

Within the radiance of a resplendent blood sun, fear began to appear in the eyes of the demon flame giant, a great hole having appeared in its chest.

"So it turns out,"

"A Son of the Emperor is nothing more than this."

In the void, a Daoist in a blood-colored robe stepped forward, his hand gripping a sword hilt, slowly drawing out a crimson blade; the four directions of heaven and earth were filled with a congealed, terrifying aura, as if all living things were about to freeze.

"A sword dao prodigy of the human race…"

The illusory shadow of the one-horned demon god behind the demon flame giant no longer concealed its conscious existence, and spoke in a trembling voice.

It seemed that, in its heart, the human race was not as ordinary as a slave race among the myriad races.

This did not quite accord with common sense.

Because the human race was even weaker than most slave races, their soul talent and physical talent both feeble beyond compare, their strength also weak, the bottom rung even among slave races, with nothing worth remarking upon.

The result before it — a slave king, single-handedly blasting back the combined assault of dozens of kings — surprised it, yet somehow also felt within reason.

"Die."

Clang!

Boom!

The blood light between heaven and earth did not wait for anything.

Accompanied by thunderous rumbling in the sky, the celestial phenomena changed violently, the sea of clouds parted, and a resplendent crimson great sun appeared between heaven and earth; the deep-red sword intent firmly locked onto the demon flame giant's core and crashed down with a rumble.

The instant the blood sun fell, the entire heaven and earth quaked, as if heaven and earth themselves had collapsed and were pressing down.

Unstoppable, annihilating all things.

"Roar!"

"Kill!"

In a short span of time, the illusory shadow of the one-horned demon god had completely taken control of Cangkong Emperor Son's body and roared toward the heavens.

In an instant, the totem shadow merged with the demon flame giant, swelling to the size of a thousand-zhang giant; the mere raising of an arm stirred wind and thunder, shattering space; its aura was vast beyond addition, enough to prop up the heavens with a single hand, resisting the pressure of heaven and earth without its body changing.

"Cleave!"

The demon blade in the one-horned demon god's hand had already merged into one with the embryonic form of Cangkong Emperor Son's flame giant pillar emperor weapon.

It inhaled and exhaled a ten-thousand-zhang chaotic indestructible space, and slashed a mournful, pitch-black blade toward the sky; demonic intent raged and spread, blotting out the sky and covering the earth, even dispersing part of the blood light between heaven and earth.

The blood-colored sun crashed down, meeting head-on the mountain-peak-like edge of the demon blade.

Boom!

Rumble!

The instant blade and sword made contact, an indescribable terrifying explosion thundered, rippling out a ring of pure black ripples; the space for hundreds of li around was reduced to ash in an instant, exposing the cold, dead void.

A great void hole appeared in the sky, and countless netherworld gale winds poured in, turning thousands of li of Shanhe into an icy prison of death.

All vitality withered away!

This place would form a death zone of Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie, lasting for thousands or tens of thousands of years; even a Soul Transformation expert would not dare approach,

lest a moment's carelessness result in being pierced through the sea of consciousness by the residual indestructible sword intent and indestructible blade intent, soul and spirit both annihilated.

The two sides stalemated for an instant.

Boom!

The sound of flesh tearing and bones shattering.

A giant like a divine peak vomited blood and retreated backward, slamming viciously into the ground, instantly severing a great river; the earth caved in, forming a deep valley dozens of kilometers across, and at the very center of the deep valley lay a demon flame giant.

He was in an extremely wretched state at this moment.

The ten-thousand-zhang indestructible chaotic space had been broken open; the giant's flesh and skin were shattered in great patches, fresh blood flowing like waterfalls, soaking the earth; moreover, numerous ghastly white bone splinters pierced through the flesh and could not heal in a short time.

Numerous blood river sword intents, web-like, intertwined and coiled, sinking deeply into the demon flame giant's body, madly eroding and devouring its flesh, greatly suppressing the demon flame giant's self-healing ability, causing its aura to plummet.

"Puh!"

"No, this is impossible…"

From the demon flame giant's battle formation came the panicked roars of many kings, vomiting blood unceasingly.

The current them,

were being controlled by the will of Cangyan Ancient Emperor Son!

How could they be defeated by a slave king!

This should not be fact; any slave king, before an Ancient Emperor Son, should be an ant, feeble beyond compare, and should possess no power of resistance whatsoever — this should be an iron law!

"You,"

"are weak."

Jiang Ding said coldly.

Boom!

He waved his hand and cleaved down with another sword; a blood sun rose from the earth, parting the sea of clouds, bringing resplendent and scorching blood light between heaven and earth, and crashed down with a rumble.

This sword was exactly the same, without any variation.

Yet the many kings of the Horned Demon Emperor race and Cangkong Emperor Son clearly felt death drawing near, step by step walking toward them, about to drag them into the abyss of soul and spirit annihilation, with no chance of survival.

In the end, dying at the hands of a servant!

"Big brother, save me!"

"I beg you!"

Cangkong Emperor Son's consciousness revived somewhat, and he pleaded in panic, no longer minding the many past conflicts and grievances, calling out such a form of address.

The illusory shadow of the one-horned demon god paid them no heed; planting the demon blade in the ground, it stood up unsteadily.

"Blood River?"

"Dong Xue He Wang, your name is worthy of being remembered by me."

The phantom of the One-Horned Demon God looked at the blood-robed Daoist in the sky and said calmly, "With your shattered foundation, you actually possess a power close to that of a king-tier imperial son. Even facing my true body, you are qualified to take one slash from me."

"Rare indeed."

"Truly rare."

"Oh?"

"You mean to say that you are unconvinced, and that if you were outside, you could suppress me with a single hand?"

Jiang Ding's expression was calm. Gripping the Blood Sun, he blasted it out once more with a thunderous roar: "That is indeed a fact. Among those of the same tier, I am not your opponent. I cannot possibly defeat an ancient imperial son of the same tier."

"However, what grounds do you have to be unconvinced, to be unwilling?"

"Having so many advantages, at this time, under such conditions, defeated at my hands—what right do you have to be unconvinced?"

"You, you—"

"Trash!"

Boom!

In the sky, another Blood Sun thundered down, direct and decisive, with no mood to listen to any condescending praise. It brutally suppressed downward, determined to grind to death every living being who had only a glib tongue but no real strength, who only knew how to find all kinds of reasonable excuses, and to slash their divine souls into ashes.

"Trash?"

A trace of savagery appeared in the expression of the One-Horned Demon God's phantom.

In his life, from the moment of his birth, he had been brilliant and resplendent, always sweeping through those of the same tier, leaving them far behind—so far that they could not even see his back. In his eyes, the many imperial sons were nothing but slightly larger ants, utterly insignificant.

His future was destined to become an ancient emperor, to suppress the star domains, to become the strongest being of Jiao Jiao Mingyu,

And now, a servant actually dared to call him trash?

"You are seeking death!"

Clang!

The One-Horned Demon God, using the imperial weapon Blue Flame Spear as a prototype, recklessly drew upon the power of twenty kings. The force of qi and blood blazed dazzlingly, condensed together, sublimated, and finally formed a single demonic saber wreathed in pitch-black demonic flames, which cleaved toward the sky.

This saber strike was the masterwork of his life since he began forging sabers, named the Starflame Demon Saber. With frenzied battle intent as its edge, it could instantly sever an opponent's divine soul.

This saber strike had once defeated an ancient imperial son head-on on the battlefield!

However, faced with such a terrifying saber strike, the Blood Sun simply thundered straight down, striking head-on. In an instant, it shattered and broke the Starflame Demon Saber. The Blood River sword intent churned and swallowed up all the frenzied demonic will.

There was no reason, no technique.

It was simply weakness.

Weak saber art!

Without the absolute crushing force of a foundation to suppress, the saber art he took such pride in was utterly worthless before such sword art!

Boom!

Rumble!

The Starflame Demon Saber shattered, and the blood-colored blazing sun met no further obstruction as it pierced through the body of the demonic flame giant.

Between life and death, the ancient imperial son Cang Yan, who commanded the body's will, barely managed to shift his body a fraction, letting his left arm and shoulder bear the brunt of this terrifying, blood-soaked sword strike.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle…

A soft sound was heard, and a wisp of green smoke rose.

In the body of the demonic flame giant, which stood like a divine peak, the left arm, the shoulder, and also

half the body vanished without a sound. Among them, over ten king-tier warriors of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan died without a sound; their divine souls and flesh and blood all turned to ash, with not the slightest remnant left.