Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1087 - 1056: The Emperor is Nothing but a Dog

As the blood sword was slowly unsheathed, a terrifying breath that was cold, freezing, and annihilating everything in the world spread in all directions.

Everyone was about to be frozen stiff, a strong fear emerging in their hearts.

It was as if they were facing the enemy of all living beings.

"Kill!"

Demon Mountain roared.

He could no longer bear the increasingly terrifying pressure and took the initiative to charge forward.

He was as tall as a mountain, his body composed of pitch-black demon stones, with runes faintly visible and diabolical aura dense, like a Demon Dao Mountain Peak of the world reviving, bringing with it a terrifyingly tyrannical intent to kill as it explosively descended, its chaotic and violent aura spreading.

Demon Mountain had begun to stake his life.

From the slightly shrinking pupils of Yanliu Imperial Child, it was clear that Demon Mountain was now much stronger than usual.

"Demon Mountain, you are too weak."

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword and slashed.

A flash of blood-colored Sword-light, which seemed to penetrate space, cause and effect, and the path of life, struck at the weakest part of a living being.

Demon Mountain's huge mountain-like body stiffened.

Boom!

Demon Mountain's pitch-black rocky body paused momentarily, then explosively collapsed, countless fragments scattering in all directions, its aura continuously plummeting until only a head as large as a house remained, falling to the ground, staring in terror at the Blood-robed Taoist, its Divine Soul trembling incessantly.

One sword.

Just one sword.

This old adversary of many years was beheaded with a single blow, defeated effortlessly.

Demon Mountain recalled the past hostilities and clashes, dripping with cold sweat.

"You are much weaker than Chenshan King, even at your full strength."

Jiang Ding took a step forward.

His toe lightly tapped, slowly pressing Demon Mountain's massive head into the palace stone tiles and into the soil, leaving only a patch of pitch-black rock scalp on the ground.

Demon Mountain might be useful.

That was the only reason he was still alive.

Ahead, there were no more obstacles.

"Emperor!"

Severely wounded Chenshan King struggled to come over, with the surrounding Imperial Son's Guard, Servant Race Guard frantically attacking this way, utterly loyal, yet their bodies stiffened under a faint sword hum, no longer able to affect anything.

Jiang Ding held his sword hilt, looking at Yanliu Imperial Child ahead.

Yanliu Imperial Child remained silent, his eyes filled with shock, anger, killing intent, disdain, and even ecstasy, extremely complex.

He looked at the distant Blood-robed Taoist as if he were a treasure.

Silence fell.

It was unknown how much time had passed.

Pah!

Pah pah!

"Hahaha!"

"Blood River King!"

Yanliu Imperial Child clapped and laughed heartily, seeming extremely delighted: "Human Race, deservedly a strong race within the vast Domain, even in a corner like the Imperial Clan, a powerful figure like you, Blood River King, has emerged."

"How fortunate, truly fortunate!"

He laughed heartily, exhibiting respect for the wise, an attitude of letting bygones be bygones, which thawed the cold atmosphere around them a lot.

"Oh?"

"Strong race within the vast Domain?"

Jiang Ding was not moved by his respectful demeanor, asking calmly.

"Indeed so."

Yanliu Imperial Child's eyebrows imperceptibly furrowed, a strong discomfort rising in his heart.

This respectful demeanor he displayed had immediately touched the hearts of Slave Race kings in the past, winning their tearful gratitude and sworn loyalty.

He was quite confident in his ability to subdue others, believing his methods far surpassed those of other Imperial Children, completely different from their crude and violent approaches.

Now, however, the Blood-robed Taoist in front of him remained undisturbed.

Not at all like the usual servile appearance.

This evoked a strong disgust in him.

"Blood River King."

"Human Race, in the distant Domain, in past history, there used to be a flourishing Immortal Path civilization."

"Just that they are innately lowly, fond of internal strife thus perished."

Yanliu Imperial Child hid his disdain well, smiling: "Though that is so, its potential should not be underestimated. Blood River King, as long as you commit to it, I am willing to retrieve the Human Race heritage stored within the Imperial Clan for you, possibly advancing to Great Emperor later on."

He made an ambiguous promise, one that could drive countless Slave Race kings mad.

"There is Human Race Imperial Realm heritage within the Imperial Clan?"

Jiang Ding's heart stirred.

"Indeed there is."

Yanliu Imperial Child confirmed confidently, declaring: "Blood River King, as long as you serve me, defeat Cangkong Imperial Child, I will definitely not fail you, bringing out the Human Race Imperial Scripture lineage for you!"

"Apart from the Human Race Imperial Realm lineage, upon becoming Emperor, I am also willing to elevate the Human Race to the ninth rank of the Slave Clan, sharing the glory and shame with the Flame Stone Family, sharing the authority of the Flame Stone Star Domain."

He swore to the heavens, offering all his conditions.

The Demon Mountain head buried deep in the earth upon hearing these words, its eyes turned red, envying and trembling in its soul, yet dared not say any words.

Yanliu Imperial Child's gaze ardently fixed on the Blood-robed Taoist, extremely confident.

Such unprecedented conditions, a Slave Race king, would undoubtedly be unable to refuse.

Absolutely impossible to refuse!

"Is that so?"

"The Emperor is so generous."

Jiang Ding responded very blandly.

"Oh?"

Yanliu Imperial Child's expression gradually darkened.

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This servant, every step he took was contrary to expectations, completely devoid of loyalty, truly a lowly Slave Clan just as recorded in the Imperial archives, without any qualifications to become a ninth-rank servant.

Clang!

The cold blood-colored Sword-light flickered, spreading a murderous aura.

Soon, the face of the Yanliu Imperial Child darkened.

"What do you want to do..."

Yanliu Imperial Child exclaimed sharply.

He stared at the Blood-robed Taoist who began to draw his sword, the irritation in his heart swiftly vanished, replaced by a hint of panic he himself couldn't believe.

Panic in front of a lowly Slave Clan.

"Imperial Son,"

"I want the Imperial Realm inheritance now."

Jiang Ding slowly drew out the blood sword, spreading the chilling murderous intent: "If the Human Race has no Imperial Realm inheritance, then give me the Great Emperor Scripture of the Flame Stone Family."

"Otherwise, you will die."

"Do you understand?"

He straightforwardly uttered such words, shocking the countless people around him, who were left stunned, doubting they had heard correctly.

A servant demanding the powerful Great Emperor Scripture from the master's family!

"How dare you!"

Before the Yanliu Imperial Child could respond, the Empress Yan Hua, already furious, her fair face turning red, pointed at the Blood-robed Taoist and scolded: "You are merely a slave, and yet dare to covet the Imperial Clan's scripture, do you wish to die without a burial place?!"

"Do you realize, this will bring catastrophic disasters to your Human Race?!"

"The Human Race will be annihilated because of you!"

She threatened loudly, narrating nothing but the truth.

Clang!

A blood-colored Sword-light came slashing down, thunderously cleaving.

The indestructible chaotic space of Empress Yan Hua was as fragile as paper, split by a single sword strike, she spat blood midair, her body nearly split in half, her breath faint.

Weak as an ant.

"Lowly wench."

Jiang Ding spoke disdainfully.

This person, merely holding the title of an Empress, had only mid-stage God-Transformation level strength and slim hopes of ascending to Great Emperor, unworthy of the days he treated Imperial Children on par with Taoist disciples.

Having let down so many of his expectations, she indeed deserved death.

"Lowly human slave!"

"How dare you?!"

Yanliu Imperial Child, furiously enraged, pulled out the Huoyan Da Ji halberd to shield the Empress, his beard bristling, whipping around wildly, clearly pushed to the extremes of shock and fury, his murderous intent chilling to the bone.

Being humiliated to such an extent by a servant was unimaginable for him, nearly driving him insane.

However, he ultimately did not lose his sanity.

He did not charge forward to fight immediately.

Because he was weak.

"Yanliu!"

"You mongrel!"

As Jiang Ding drew his sword and bluntly called out his name, sparing no politeness, his murderous intent cold, he interrupted Yanliu Imperial Child's rebuke: "Do you think yourself clever?"

"In the past, with just a so-called respectful submission to the virtuous, you expected us to be deeply grateful and swear loyalty."

"Just a few words from you, you expected us to gain immense insight and be endlessly thankful."

"Promises you casually made, you thought you could, me, Demon Mountain, Fox Tribe's monarch Fox Yan and others, thoroughly believe without doubt that you, with your heavenly wisdom, could easily manipulate us rulers in your palm?"

Jiang Ding sneered: "Is that so?"

Yanliu Imperial Child's face alternated between green and white.

"In truth, you are nothing but crap!"

"Do you not know, your little tricks, to us who have lived nearly ten thousand years, are as naive and ridiculous as a child in crotch-opening pants."

"In truth, we were simply playing along with this naive child."

"In truth, we laughed in our hearts!"

Jiang Ding spoke indifferently.

He stomped the ground, and Demon Mountain's head burst forth from the earth.

"Demon Mountain,"

"Ha Ha!"

"What do you think about this naive child's laughable techniques for manipulating people? Did you ever laugh heartily about it in your mind?"

Jiang Ding asked.

Demon Mountain remained silent.

"You..."

Yanliu Imperial Child's face burned with pain, fury seething uncontrollably.

He wanted to vent, but that pervasive cold murderous intent around him brought him sufficient calmness; the so-called rage did not translate into any substantial actions.

"Without the numerous Great Emperors of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's protection, Yanliu, you're just a dog."

"Your talent, inferior to mine."

"Your strength, also inferior to mine."

Jiang Ding pointed his sword at the Imperial Child's forehead, speaking softly: "No more drawing these ridiculous pies in the sky, no more making these laughable promises, anyone among us rulers can guess your thoughts, it's too simple."

"I guess, are you annoyed inside, intending to use me and then immediately have your father execute me? And also suffer endless torment?"

"Childish."

"Preschool level."

Yanliu Imperial Child's expression changed.

"It seems, I guessed right, Yanliu."

Jiang Ding spoke softly: "Don't make any promises to me, you lack the breadth of spirit and magnanimity, there's nothing trustworthy about you."

"I have only one thing."

"Give me the Great Emperor Scripture, and I will fight for you."

"How about it?"

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