Chapter 851: The Peace-Loving Imperial Son of the Horned Demon Clan

The explosion of resplendent light destroyed all living beings.

Ming Yu and the other Imperial Sons appeared in ragged forms amid the radioactive smoke and dust.

On their bodies, charred flesh was everywhere, covered in all manner of gaudy wounds, some so deep bone was visible; their so-called indestructible bodies writhed madly, trying to heal, but no matter what could not succeed.

In many places the black char peeled away, revealing skin, but in even more places, there was nothing to be done.

On each of the three Imperial Sons' bodies were gaudy wounds, and their forms unconsciously staggered somewhat.

"What poison is this?"

Imperial Son Ming Yu cried out in shock and fury.

The Horned Demon Imperial Clan, rampaging across realms, had always swept aside all opposition; their demon bodies were indestructible, and no matter what kind of deadliest poison it was, it was the same — even if they were occasionally defeated and sealed, never had an Imperial Son been wounded by a peer in a single exchange, unable to heal.

This was simply an utterly fantastical thing!

"Kill her!"

"This foreign Imperial Son, and even this race, must not be left alive — we must cut them out root and branch!"

Imperial Son Giant Axe raged; the injuries not only failed to make him fear, but instead ignited his boundless killing intent. Bearing the bombardment of forbidden nuclear weapons and ten-thousand ship cannons, he charged forward madly, his great axe splitting warship after warship.

"This foreign Imperial Son seems skilled at using external objects; if we can lay down a restriction, she may yet be of use to me…"

Imperial Son Ming Yu said coldly.

Thirty-six black rings revolved around her as she led three thousand Imperial Clan Forbidden Guards in a frenzied advance; even if more forbidden nuclear weapons came, she paid them no heed.

The three Imperial Sons joined forces to form a Chaos Space three hundred zhang across, virtually indestructible.

Nuclear bombs, ship cannons, and aerospace fighter swarms bombarded them — they could wound them, but could not halt their advance!

In barely a few breaths, the three Imperial Sons with their Imperial Clan Forbidden Guards had already broken through most of the military formation, within a few dozen li of the human cultivators at the very center, already able to see their frail bodies.

Yet these human cultivators were calm, watching them with a faintly imperious gaze.

"Kill!"

"Subjugating the foreign race can wait — first we must utterly exterminate this foreign Imperial Son!"

Imperial Son Giant Axe roared.

He charged at the forefront, leading three thousand Imperial Clan Forbidden Guards, wielding a black-red great axe, ignoring the ship cannons that kept bombarding him and leaving him covered in wounds, stepping through the void one step at a time as he went to kill these feeble human cultivators.

His divine soul sensed it!

These human slaves were different from their attacks — their bodies were incomparably frail, and even the vast majority of them were inferior to a single lowly Forbidden Guard under his command, like ants.

"Die!"

"Die die die…"

Imperial Son Giant Axe's eyes were blood-red, his killing intent wild, utterly frenzied; his reason was gradually blurring, leaving only the enemy in his eyes, advancing without retreat.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Clarity abruptly returned to his eyes, as if a bucket of cold spring water from the depths of the netherworld had been poured over his head; whatever wild killing intent, whatever frenzy, all vanished without a trace, and he stared ahead in horror.

Ming Yu and the other two Imperial Sons likewise halted.

Within the hazy white light, a youth in blue, a long sword at his waist.

He appeared in the middle of the battlefield, his gaze sweeping the surroundings before finally settling on the three Imperial Sons.

The three Imperial Sons, ten thousand Forbidden Guards, halted for him, utterly chilled with dread.

This went beyond beastly instinct!

It was as if they had encountered the abyss of death, not daring to advance a single step further.

"Impossible…"

"This foreign Imperial Son, this foreign Imperial Son…"

Imperial Son Ming Yu's heart sank.

This race was clearly skilled in mechanical constructs, puppets, and the like — why would such an Imperial Son suddenly appear?

Could it be that those nine foreign Imperial Sons were not pursuing them to come support, but had fixed their eyes on Ming Wu and the other four, not because of the inherent infighting among lowly races —

but because of this very reason?

The battlefield, for a moment, fell into silence.

The three Imperial Sons, leading their Forbidden Guards, had always been invincible, yet at this moment they stopped, composed and courteous.

"What is your name?"

Jiang Ding asked softly.

Around him, the Great Sun Destruction Sword Domain unfolded slowly; upon it, various sword intents arose and perished, the sun and moon and stars hung high in the sky, forming the phantom of a world of the Sword Dao. Moreover, one thousand and twenty-four Dai Sen mirror drones spread throughout, gathering the starlight of heaven and earth, all of it falling upon the Sword Domain, coalescing into terrifying high temperatures and a will of destruction filling it.

Beneath this will, the skin of the three Imperial Sons and nine thousand Forbidden Guards sizzled as if they had entered a vat of boiling oil; their skin rapidly turned charred black. Indestructibility was a complete joke — under the sword intent, it could not manifest at all.

The three Imperial Sons' hearts sank.

On this day, too many unexpected things had appeared one after another.

This unfamiliar foreign Imperial Son — merely the spilling aura, the domain — was enough to destroy their indestructible demon bodies, let alone a true strike.

A moment of silence.

"It is a pleasure to meet you."

"Stranger Imperial Son,"

Imperial Son Ming Yu tidied her appearance; the scales on her face vanished, her black hair scattered like ink, the single horn on her brow thrust skyward. She drew as close as possible to the appearance of the human-slave race, exuding a strange allure, and slightly bowed, performing a curtsying salute.

"I am called Ming Yu, of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan."

She said with perfect courtesy, radiating a scholarly air, with no cruelty, no frenzy, no bloodthirst.

The two surrounding Horned Demon Imperial Sons regarded her as facing a great enemy, yet expressed no opinion on her actions.

"The Horned Demon Imperial Clan, is it…"

Jiang Ding pondered for a moment, then asked, "Fellow Daoist Ming Yu, Imperial Son — within your race, what kind of existence, what kind of status is that?"

"Not worth mentioning."

"Merely an ordinary Imperial Bloodline descendant."

The Prince of Nether Desire bowed humbly: "In our Jiao Mo Imperial Clan, there are many descendants of the Imperial Bloodline. We hold low status, which is why we were sent to explore this newly emerged Void Realm—it truly is not worth mentioning."

"Our Jiao Mo Imperial Clan has always been humble and hospitable, fond of befriending allies from all realms. I am certain we can coexist peacefully and mutually benefit your race."

"An ordinary Imperial Bloodline descendant?"

Jiang Ding made no reply, and asked further: "What is an Emperor?"

"An Emperor lives for tens of thousands of years, eternal and unyielding, suppressing entire realms for countless ages."

The Prince of Nether Desire answered without hesitation: "In our clan, there are three hundred and seventy-two Emperors, and above them, several more. Thus, peace across the realms relies largely on our Jiao Mo Imperial Clan."

"Our Jiao Mo Imperial Clan has always been peaceful; we never speak of war unless driven beyond endurance, and are revered by all races."

"Hmm, your clan is indeed prosperous—enviable."

"Friend Jiao Mingyu,"

Jiang Ding nodded and asked warmly: "Could you open your soul to me, so I may verify its truth? My Immortal Sect is likewise warm and hospitable—we will certainly not mistreat distant friends."

"There is a great advantage to this."

Jiao Mingyu's heart sank, and he said nothing.

"Why don't you ask what advantage it is?"

Jiang Ding's expression turned cold, and a chilling killing intent erupted.

Jiao Mingyu trembled, his voice hoarse: "My lord, what advantage?"

"The advantage, of course, is excellent."

Jiang Ding was satisfied; the killing intent receded: "Open your soul to me. Let me see what kind of distant friends you are. You may yet live—I will no longer pursue your destruction of my sect's property or your threats against my sect's citizens."

"How does this tremendous advantage sound?"

(End of Chapter)

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