739. Difficult to distinguish between real and fake.

Seemingly still harboring resentment, the Heavenly Demon cursed loudly, "Wang Tiangao, you are truly unworthy of being a scholar! I took pity on you and favored you, but you are treacherous, ruthless, and two-faced. How dare you deceive me!"

How awful!

The repeated words seemed to overwhelm my mind; all that remained was an unprecedented hatred.

It seems to be saying, "A demon can die in a hundred battles, but it cannot be so humiliatingly killed by someone else!"

Within the soul of the Seventh Prince of the Heavenly Demon, a trace of chaos raged like a storm, and his eyes instantly became sharp as knives, flashing with a chilling light.

Mentioning the name Wang Tiangao instantly darkened his face. The surrounding sky was filled with dark clouds, and a storm-like cold wind blew in gusts, with eerie winds howling everywhere.

The eldest prince suddenly felt a chill run through his body. Having lost his cultivation, he was powerless against the cold and heat. His thin robes could not ward off the cold and desolation in his heart, and his eyes showed a hint of loneliness.

The Seventh Prince of the Heavenly Demon was still furious. The Heavenly Demon had always been the one to bewitch and deceive others and manipulate people's hearts, but this time, he had become the one who was deceived.

A low growl, "How despicable!" echoed, like a humiliation spanning millennia!

This unprecedented humiliation and anger reached its peak. His chest heaved violently, as if a raging fire was burning inside him, and his brain felt like it was about to explode. He wished Wang Tiangao were there and he could give him a good beating.

Stomp on it hard under your feet!

His eyes were bloodshot, as if flames were surging forth!

Life and death are not in one's own hands, but at this moment, the eldest prince smiled slightly, his expression calm and composed, like a spring breeze, carrying an indescribable sense of tranquility and elegance.

Gazing at the enraged demon before him, a slight smile played on his lips. He felt the tangible fury and the ensuing storm of chilling energy sweep over him. Though his body was as cold as ice, it failed to stir even the slightest ripple in his heart.

Take life and death lightly; you can't argue with that.

At least he knew the reason for his death before he died, so he can't blame himself or his father!

The terror of the Heavenly Demons is a taboo subject in ancient texts, something to be feared and dreaded.

The records are often vague, as if the recorders were afraid to describe too much.

They carefully avoided mentioning too many details, fearing that it would attract the attention of the Heavenly Demon, as if they had touched a forbidden existence. Even though they were thousands of miles apart, they could sense it, and once they touched it, it would attract the attention of the Heavenly Demon.

'Body snatching, dwelling!' From now on, the same person will no longer have the same thoughts!

According to records, the Heavenly Demon possesses an immortal and indestructible demonic body, with a life force as resilient as a stubborn rock, capable of recovering even from a devastating blow.

The more chaotic the situation, the more likely it is to occur, and once it does, countless lives will be plunged into endless suffering.

After her anger subsided, she gradually calmed down, but her crimson eyes, gleaming with an eerie light, stared at the eldest prince as if scrutinizing him closely!

The words, "Heavenly Demon, take human form and replace me!" were like an ancient, dormant incantation, accidentally awakened from the dust of miscellaneous books. At this moment, they clearly appeared in the First Prince's mind, striking him like lightning.

My whole body trembled involuntarily, and an inexplicable atmosphere of tension quietly spread, as if the surrounding air had frozen.

At this moment, the eldest prince suddenly felt his heart race, and his eyes became sharp as an eagle's as he stared intently at the Heavenly Demon before him!

He spoke slowly, his voice tinged with complexity. His eyes, far from disbelief, gleamed with curiosity and inquiry, as if trying to see through the lies of the demon before him. A clear and unforgettable thought flashed through his mind: 'The demon cannot be trusted; those who believe will be reduced to ashes!'

He took a deep breath and said with a terrifying calm, "I really want to know what happened next. My father was a master of cultivation. Even though you are a demon, you should not be a match for him!"

Why would my father deceive you? It must be that you are no match for him, so you feigned deception, which he eventually saw through!

At this moment, his words revealed a strong sense of confidence. From a young age, he had believed that his father's power was invincible, and he had devoted himself to cultivation, believing that his supernatural abilities were boundless.

'Hmph, ignorant brat!' The Heavenly Demon sneered, his angry roar rolling in like thunder, shaking the surrounding air and making it appear as if it had been stained with ink.

A chilling light flickered in his eyes, as if he could see the deepest fear in the eldest prince, but he pretended not to know. His sharp hand, now as black as ink, was shrouded in black mist, and he spoke in a low, menacing voice.

'My power is beyond the comprehension of you mortals! I am an immortal demon, an eternal being!'

The Heavenly Demon's voice was like cold steel, sharp and piercing, striking straight into the Crown Prince's heart. But seemingly having his thoughts exposed by the Crown Prince, he became enraged, his black aura churning as if to devour everything.

After the anger subsided, calm returned.

After a moment of silence, he spoke in a low voice, his tone revealing a hint of contempt and disdain, as well as a sense of disdain: "You humans are all untrustworthy!"

Especially you scholars, all that talk about loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, and righteousness is just a lie!

Scholars, in particular, are cunning and despicable!

You are actually incredibly greedy and utterly hypocritical.

Your promises of trust are as thin as paper, easily torn apart.

I was so foolish to trust your father, Wang Tiangao, and I truly hate him!

It's trapped me for so many years, almost wearing me down!

Vicious words and vicious phrases, like sharp blades, reveal endless hatred in every word!

The eldest prince's heart was like a deep lake. He knew that he would probably die today. He was calmer than ever, but he was also curious and wanted to find out more.

He thought to himself, 'This is merely how we humans address you, yet you refer to yourselves in the same way. Indeed, the Heavenly Demons' learning ability is beyond imagination and should not be underestimated.'

But at this moment, he was no longer concerned with the plans; instead, his eyes were asking the Heavenly Demon a question, as if trying to pierce through the fog in his heart.

He pressed on, his voice filled with fearlessness and pride, "Do you know that my father's talent is unparalleled throughout history, with no one before or after him?"

In the past, I concealed my talents from the world not because I wanted to avoid worldly affairs, but because I was dedicated to self-cultivation and seeking the highest path.

I can feel the prosperity of the capital city before my father traveled there. Although there were no evil spirits or monsters, they were all sneaking around. The world was peaceful and the people were healthy!

As he thought this, the eldest prince's voice grew increasingly excited, as if carrying an unstoppable momentum: "The previous dynasty was tyrannical, favoring the harem, and the people were suffering!"

When the world was in chaos and the people were suffering, the Emperor, with the world in his heart, could not bear to see the people suffer.

He resolutely stepped into the world of court and martial arts, single-handedly saving the world from disaster.

Heaven and earth were moved, and felt gratitude for his immeasurable merit!