Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1085 - 1054: The Blood Sea Descends on the Imperial Palace

"Ah!"

"Why? This is the crown of my Flame Stone Family!"

The Yanliu Imperial Child roared in frenzy, continuously smashing objects around, ceaselessly bellowing in rage.

His voice echoed in the empty palace.

In this palace, there stood two silent sovereigns.

One was a magmatic colossus as massive as a mountain, the very patriarch of the Demon Rock Clan, Demon Mountain, the loyal servant of the Flame Stone Family. Even now, he stood respectfully, humbly listening to his master's every word with earnest attention.

The other was a stalwart figure with a thick, solitary horn atop his head, a monarch of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

He watched the frenzied Yanliu Imperial Child with cold indifference, saying nothing.

This was the Chenshan King of the Flame Stone Family, the Yanliu Imperial Child's own uncle, who would not betray him, and who would accompany him in death.

Such was the command of the Flame Stone Great Emperor.

With the death of an Imperial Child, there must be elites and sovereigns to die alongside.

Crack.

A General-rank Demon Rock Clan cultivator, covered in wounds, his spirit feeble, entered the grand hall. Witnessing the scene, he felt a chill in his heart and hesitated, afraid to speak up.

"Qingyan, your name is Qingyan, right?"

"You're the son of Demon Mountain."

The Yanliu Imperial Child suddenly recovered from his madness, his voice gentle and warm, "What's the matter? Speak, don't be afraid."

This son of his most loyal general had always been treated with kindness, well taken care of, which made many of the Slave Clan monarchs shed grateful tears, calling him the Wise Imperial Son.

"Imperial Child..."

Qingyan's eyes reddened instantly, with tears barely concealed.

His life was dedicated to loyalty to his master, a loyalty he indeed embodied, a purpose for which he lived, grieving and rejoicing for his master's life, death, and honor.

"Speak."

The Yanliu Imperial Child said calmly.

"Imperial Child, the Yellow Sand Minor Realm..."

"The Yellow Sand Minor Realm has fallen!"

Qingyan cried out in agony, "Lord Shayi King has turned traitor. I was fortunate to escape and have come to report to the Imperial Child..."

Shayi King, a monarch of the Flame Stone Family.

Qingyan's sorrow was genuine.

Ranked among the nine classes of the Servant Clan, the Demon Rock Clan's fate was deeply entwined with that of the Flame Stone Family, with the bloodline of the Flame Stone Great Emperor. For this, they had antagonized countless others, including many from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, all for the glory of the Flame Stone Great Emperor.

Should the Flame Stone Great Emperor fall, the entire Demon Rock Clan might well be wiped out.

"Shayi!"

"Shayi King!"

The Cangkong Imperial Child suddenly burst out in fury, "You are a monarch of the family, a monarch of the family!"

"Why would you betray me?"

He screamed in madness, the composure of the Wise Imperial Son shattering in an instant, his countenance distorted, his eyes blood-red.

"Imperial Child, now we can only..."

Qingyan stuttered.

"And you!"

"Why didn't you die in the Yellow Sand Minor Realm? Huh?"

The Yanliu Imperial Child raged, not listening to Qingyan's words at all. He drew the Huoyan Da Ji and brought it down towards Qingyan with cold murderous intent, a stark contrast from his prior warmth.

"Die!"

"Die for me!"

"You useless cur!"

"Imperial Child..."

Qingyan shouted in terror.

Instinctively, he wanted to resist; it was the innate reaction of a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, regardless of loyalty.

At that moment, a crushing pressure like that of a mountain fell upon Qingyan, rendering him utterly immobile.

Despair filled Qingyan in an instant.

He looked towards his father, the mountain-like shadow in the corner of the palace.

Then, revealing a look of utter misery, he gave up all resistance.

Boom!

The Huoyan Da Ji fell, smashing Qingyan into a pile of black shards, his Divine Soul utterly extinguished. Many stones turned to dust, many melted into magma, devoid of any life essence.

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The remaining intact dark stones could be used as fourth-order top-grade Demon Shadow Stones and become a part of the master's collection of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure.

"You damn dog!"

"Lowly creature!"

The Yanliu Imperial Child, with the Huoyan Da Ji supported by his hand, was gasping for breath, a single motion seeming to have exhausted a great amount of his strength, making him unsteady on his feet.

Immortal Path living beings, with their Divine Souls sharpened and grown continuously, seem to lose their immense power as the turmoil in their Lake of Heart leads to decline and despair.

In the palace, several beings were quietly watching the Yanliu Imperial Child, offering no advice.

What more could one say to a person on the brink of death?

The Yanliu Imperial Child, after venting his anger, gradually showed a color of gray despair on his face.

"Seventh Uncle,"

the Yanliu Imperial Child asked with a hoarse voice, "If I surrender to Cangkong, will he spare me?"

He was already in despair, willing to pay a heavy price.

"No."

"There's no possibility."

The towering king of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan spoke indifferently, "An Emperor's crown requires the watering with an Emperor's fresh blood to be complete. A crown without an Emperor's blood is insufficient."

"Moreover, the Cangkong Imperial Child needs to eliminate the last resistance of our Flame Stone Family, the last hope."

"Then, wed Empress Yan Hua and reach a compromise with the Great Emperor."

"The offspring of the Cangkong Imperial Child and Empress Yan Hua will become the new Emperors."

"This is a cycle, the weak perish, the strong thrive, a cycle of life."

The towering king of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan continued slowly, "Years ago, the Great Emperor did just this by slaying his rivals and marrying the Emperor from the opposing family, who is the mother who passed away early on in your lives."

"The Empress was often lonely through the years; that was the reason."

Both Empress and Emperor had slumbered for tens of thousands of years before beginning to grow in the twilight years of the Flame Stone Great Emperor.

"No, I'm not willing to accept this!"

"Cangkong is not strong at all!"

The Yanliu Imperial Child roared hysterically, "He's just relying on the three thousand Imperial Guards from the Ancient Emperor Families. How much stronger is he than me?!"

"If we really fought one-on-one, I would at least have a thirty percent chance of winning!"

"To be strong because of one's family is still being strong!"

"There's no need for excuses. Since you didn't have the talent or the brilliance to bridge that gap and take the opportunity that the Great Emperor fought for you, then you must accept your fate!"

The towering king of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan said solemnly, "Imperial Child, rest assured, there is paradise even in the Netherworld, and your loyal servants will follow you there. You will have endless sorrow and glory, and you will not be lonely."

"In the Netherworld, you are still an Emperor."

"Ridiculous."

"The Netherworld, there's no such thing as the Netherworld..."

The Yanliu Imperial Child scoffed in misery.

The towering king of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan stopped speaking and no longer answered any of his questions.

The palace became deathly silent.

"Oh?"

Suddenly, the kings of the Demon Rock Clan and the Horned Demon Imperial Clan - Mo Shan and the Chenshan King, had their gazes shift simultaneously toward the horizon.

A Blood Cloud appeared amid the sea of flowers on the horizon!

The Blood Cloud gradually spread towards the Pink Imperial Palace of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, with killing intent and the scent of blood encompassing the whole palace unabashedly, brutal as if intent on slaughtering all living beings before ceasing.

Under the endless Blood Cloud, a white-haired, bewitchingly handsome Blood-robed Taoist, with his hand on the hilt of his sword, was walking in this direction.

"Who is that!?"

"Who goes there?"

Outside the palace, the loyal Servant Race Guards shouted sharply. Without permission to pass, they wielded their weapons without a moment's hesitation and surrounded to kill.

"Ah..."

A spray of blood blossomed among the guards.

The guards of the Demon Rock Clan, Tiger Clan, Fox Tribe, and even a few from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan fell, pierced through by waves of scarlet Sword Qi, their foreheads shattered, their Essence Blood and Divine Souls extracted, returning as deeper red blood qi to the Blood-robed Taoist.

With each step taken by the Blood-robed Taoist, thousands of living beings perished, forming blood souls that returned to his side, terrifying and blood-drenched.

"Blood River King?"

"You cur, instead of hiding properly, you dare to flex your might before the Imperial Child? Could it be that thinking the Imperial Child is about to lose, you feel you can insult him?"

Chenshan King of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan scoffed disdainfully, stepping forward with a heavy gait, "Imperial Child, it is said that the heart and liver of Blood Dao Cultivators are the freshest and their bodies the most flexible, most suitable to be turned into a Tomb Guarding Beast."

"Let me seize him for you. You can then use him in the Netherworld as your plaything, for your amusement like a game of cockfighting or dog walking."

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