Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1089 - 1058 Great Emperor Scripture

Yanliu Imperial Child said he is not afraid of death?

Jiang Ding nearly erupted in laughter.

Not afraid of death.

Is that something one can just state with hot blood and a surge of anger, and accomplish by sheer hardheadedness?

Without experiencing countless trials, without the deeper social practices, understanding the various aspects of the world, comprehending the operation of society, and continually reaffirming one's Dao Heart in this process...

Without these experiences, how can a pampered child claim he does not fear life or death?

It's a joke.

"You…"

The face of Yanliu Imperial Child turned a mix of purple and red, yet he did not dare to utter any more humiliating words.

This lowly slave, he really dares to kill him!

He has no doubt, had he not pleaded for mercy, that blood-red longsword would surely have pierced his skull, exploding his brain and turning it into lifeless fluff.

In that moment, he deeply sensed the gap between himself and a king who has battled through life and death.

It wasn't just a gap in strength, but also in the heart of battle.

If Chenshan King or Demon Mountain were here, they definitely would not utter a plea for mercy. If dead, then dead.

Buzz!

The blood-red longsword in his throat vibrated slightly, bringing intense pain.

Yanliu Imperial Child's expression twisted in agony.

"Yanliu."

"You cherish your life, that's good, those who cherish their life tend to live long."

Jiang Ding said coldly: "Where is the Great Emperor Scripture I want?"

"I defeated Cangkong Imperial Child for you, you give me the Great Emperor Scripture, and give it to me first."

"Thus, you win the battle of Imperial Children, earn the Imperial Crown, and in the future become a Great Emperor."

"I get my chance along the Great Path."

"Great Emperor Scripture... impossible!"

Yanliu Imperial Child clutched his throat, bearing the pain, furious: "I'm just an Imperial Child! I'm not a Great Emperor, how could I possibly have the Great Emperor Scripture!"

"Ah?"

"Do you think that's possible?"

He provided an answer completely different from what he had promised before.

"This has nothing to do with me."

"Yanliu."

Jiang Ding coldly said: "Today I come, if I don't get the Great Emperor Scripture, then let's die, it would be best if I can kill you to bury along with me."

"If I can't kill you and see the method of a Great Emperor, I would die without regrets!"

"I ask you one more time?"

"Is this, your answer to me?"

Jiang Ding asked with a deadly intent.

"Blood River King, you've gone mad!"

"You truly have gone mad!"

Yanliu Imperial Child, despite the pain in his throat, erupted in anger: "Even if you get the Great Emperor Scripture, can you ascend to be a Great Emperor?"

"Do you know, because of your actions, the entire Human Race will be slaughtered!"

"I give you one last chance, swear loyalty to me, I will strive to make the Human Race the ninth rank of the Slave Clan, even your life shall be preserved."

"Don't say anymore… Ah!"

Boom!

A slash of blood-colored Sword Qi cut through, slicing Yanliu Imperial Child out from the pit, knocking him back several miles, breaking his bones continuously.

Yanliu Imperial Child's body was a mess of blood and flesh, even more miserable.

"Don't spout any more nonsense."

"Stop the nonsense!"

"Yanliu, you damned mongrel!"

Jiang Ding's eyes brimming with bloodlust seemed about to burst forth, his Divine Soul was turbulent and frenzied, he shouted loudly: "How many times do I have to tell you! Do you understand, I have only a little more than a thousand years of life left!"

"I'm about to die!"

"Do you know that, you mongrel?"

"I'm not trash like you! Just need the Great Emperor Scripture, with the Great Emperor Scripture, I will definitely become a Great Emperor, will definitely ascend to Great Emperor!"

"Do you understand?"

The Blood-robed Taoist twisted in expression, madly flailing his arms, describing something.

The so-called future extermination of the Human Race, he simply ignored, no reaction, not even specifically highlighted.

"This wretch…"

Yanliu Imperial Child felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

The chasm between kings and Great Emperors, how could it be bridged by a single Great Emperor Scripture.

Let alone Blood River King this scoundrel, even him, nurtured by his father since childhood, being an Imperial Child, now having hopes of becoming a Great Emperor are slim.

A mere Blood Path Cultivation Method practitioner with some fortuitous encounters, how dare he even aspire to reach the Great Emperor Realm?

Yet, for a madman, these reasons hold no meaning.

...

In the heart of the Flame Stone Star Domain, a vast palace surrounded by towering flames.

This palace lies at the heart of Flame Stone Star Domain, naturally swallowing the tides of Spiritual Energy from over a dozen Minor Thousand Worlds, gathering here, nurturing numerous Sixth Order Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, constantly emanating a chaotic and profound aura.

Kings here could only pray and not dare slacken in the slightest.

In the heart of the flame palace, a giant like a mountain of burning flames sat silently on the throne, quietly watching the events unfolding in the distance, unknown in his thoughts.

I don't know how long it has passed.

"Great Emperor?"

From a distance, a king from the Flame Stone Family softly asked, "Should we dispatch a king to kill this traitorous servant?"

"This servant's existence has already brought shame to our family."

He did not mention bringing the Yanliu Imperial Child back.

The battle of the Imperial Child involves a dispute between the Great Emperor and the Ancient Emperor, a matter that a mere king could not meddle in.

There was no response.

The king from the Flame Stone Family respectfully bowed, slowly retreated, and spoke no further.

The palace once again fell silent.

It seemed a very long time had passed.

Hum!

At some point, an ancient and weathered bamboo scroll appeared in the flame-filled Imperial Palace, clearly an item from a different immortal civilization.

"Great Emperor..."

The surrounding kings of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan were shaken, but dared not advise anything.

Whoosh!

The aged bamboo scroll disappeared.

...

"Scum?"

"Is this your final answer?"

Jiang Ding's crazed expression softened and he returned to calmness: "In my life, as it comes to an end, to witness the Great Emperor's methods, is already an infinite honor."

"King of the Slave Clan, no matter how long they live, who could match this moment of mine?"

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Ding laughed wildly: "Demon Mountain, you've been my opponent for I don't know how many years, you trash!"

"Even you, bending over, weaving loyalty and servility into your divine soul, at this moment, you must surely be envying me."

Demon Mountain barely blocked in front of the Yanliu Imperial Child, remaining silent.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Great Emperor, sending me off, who can match this?"

Clang!

Jiang Ding gently drew his sword.

As he drew the sword, a fierce blaze of blood-colored flames ignited on his body and in his divine soul, turning his blood-path body into an extremely flammable substance, transforming the Blood-robed Taoist into a blaze of brilliance too dazzling to look at directly.

He was burning everything!

"Stop!"

"Stop it now!"

"Blood River King, you don't have to do this..."

Yanliu Imperial Child felt a chill in his heart, as if plunged into an icy abyss.

In that instant, it was as if an entire blood-colored world was collapsing above, the terrifying blood-path sword intent suppressing down, freezing his divine soul, stiffening his body.

He had no power to resist!

All his instincts, his extraordinarily sharp battle talent, were clear in telling Yanliu Imperial Child one fact.

This sword, certain death!

Unavoidable, unescapable, unstoppable!

Certain death!

Facing an opponent far stronger than himself, burning his body, divine soul, fighting crazily, what scenario that swing of the sword was, Yanliu Imperial Child now vividly felt.

It was like destined death!

Yanliu Imperial Child distinctly foresaw that he was about to die, not by the hands of Blood River King but by the hands of Cangkong Imperial Child.

Both seemed to have crossed through time, overlapping together.

It was destined fate.

"Blood River King..."

"Stop, and I can offer you..."

Yanliu Imperial suddenly awoke, desperately advising something, a variety of promises, even swearing by the ancestors and ancient gods, sincere to the utmost, believable to the utmost.

However, all was in vain.

That sword, slowly chopping down.

"No..."

Yanliu Imperial Child despaired.

The abyss of death, enveloping him.

At that moment.

Suddenly, the despairing expression of Yanliu Imperial Child paused, filled with disbelief.

"Blood River King!"

Yanliu Imperial Child roared with all his might: "Great Emperor Scripture, I can give it to you!"

Whoosh!

The descending blood-colored longsword paused.

Jiang Ding looked up.

He looked in front of him, an ancient and weathered bamboo scroll appeared.

This was a slightly dim bottle-green, as if enduring through endless epochs, passing through countless hands, contemplated by numerous people.

Now, it just appeared in front of him, hovering uncertainly.