“Xiao Jiu, if you can’t bear to do it, I’ll do it for you…” Hei Xiao knew that Shang Xiye was kind-hearted and feared that he wouldn’t be able to bear it.
“Black Owl, no need,” Shang Xiye interrupted him decisively, took out the Blazing Flame Sword, and said to Shang Xiche, “Brother, you risked your life to take this great demon down with you, which can be considered as doing a good deed for the common people. You should die under my sword, and you can go to see Father Emperor and the ancestors of the Shang family with a clear conscience.”
"Heh... um..." Shang Xiche saw a deep sense of relief slip through his muddled eyes, and a strange and ugly smile appeared on his lips.
You could tell he was trying to smile, but the strong effects of the drug had made it impossible for him to control his body.
I couldn't bear to see him suffer like this any longer.
With swift and precise movements, Shang Xiye stabbed Shang Xiche in the left chest and then plunged his sword into his right chest.
When he struck with his sword a second time, he infused it with a large amount of spiritual power and an extremely fierce killing intent.
Before the reclusive Meng Qi could react, his demonic soul was pinned down by a sword strike carrying endless destruction.
The blazing spiritual fire inherent in the Blazing Sword sizzled and burned Meng Qi's demonic soul.
Hearing Meng Qi's death screams inside his body, Shang Xiche finally revealed a large, stiff smile.
"Ninth Brother, thank you... You and Ninth Princess... are a perfect match... This is my... only one..." Shang Xiche breathed his last before he could finish speaking. His eyes, which quickly dimmed, were filled with regret, blessings and gratitude.
Without Shang Xiche's imperial edict, there would be no Ninth Prince and Ninth Princess today.
Shang Xiye silently took his wife's hand, still feeling grateful to Shang Xiche.
Even the usually oblivious Ji Fengming couldn't help but say, "I never imagined that this dog emperor would end up like this. I actually feel a little sorry for him."
"Unfortunately, he realized it too late," Black Owl sighed deeply.
"It's not too late for a person to die without being confused," Ma Chengrao said detachedly.
Shang Xiye said nothing more, but silently wrapped Shang Xiche's body in fine silk and put it into an empty storage ring.
No matter what, Shang Xiche was an emperor of the Great Zhao Dynasty.
He should have been buried in the imperial mausoleum of the Zhao royal family, not arbitrarily in this snowy wilderness.
After cleaning up the mess at the foot of the mountain, the group of six set off up the mountain.
Considering that Ma Chengrao was not a cultivator, Ji Fengyao gave the array spirit prism and five mid-grade spirit stones to Wanqikafu, asking her to set up a small defensive array specifically to protect Ma Chengrao.
Ma Chengrao then clearly understood the essential difference between cultivators and warriors;
Only then did he realize that the path to immortality his father had pursued was not a lie;
Furthermore, cultivating immortality, like learning martial arts, can be achieved through hard work!
However, Ma Chengrao was not as obsessed with becoming an immortal as his father. Instead, he was very interested in the array formations and elixirs that Ji Fengyao had shown him, and asked Ji Fengyao questions about them along the way.
Arrive at the entrance to the lair of the Black Infernal branch.
Before even entering, a large amount of noisy and unpleasant sounds were already coming from inside.
Hearing this sound, not only Ji Fengyao and Wanqikafu, but also Shang Xiye, Ji Fengming and Hei Xiao were unwilling to go in.
"Why don't we just pour dozens of barrels of kerosene in here and burn this place down? That way we won't have to go in and dirty our eyes," Ji Fengming said, his face full of disgust and disdain.
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