Zanghua Pavilion suddenly fell as silent as night.
The surrounding streets fell as silent as night.
Even the golden dragon phantom in the sky seemed to have frozen completely at this moment.
The ruler of a country had come in person and humbled himself in entreaty for so long, yet the Burial King gave him not a shred of face. He directly killed the Seventh Prince—killed his prince before the ruler's very eyes!
What boundless recklessness was this?
The smile remained on the Burial King's face as he looked up at the sky. "For the succession struggle, this unfilial son of yours cast aside all bottom lines and willingly became a chess piece for demons. If he did not die today, he would become a future calamity for Burial Province! Young Master Su was not in a position to kill him, and you could not bear to kill him, so this king had no choice but to do it himself. As for the remaining thirty lineages, if you still cannot bear to act, this king will simply make another trip out of the Burial Zone!"
As his words fell, he made a light beckoning gesture, and Lin Su and Yao Gu boarded his Golden Coffin.
The Golden Coffin tore through the air and shot into the vault of heaven.
High above, golden light flickered faintly, seeming to hold boundless killing intent. Yet with a lift of the Burial King's hand, a long sword suddenly appeared in his palm!
A single enormous character streaked across the sky upon the sword...
"Slay!"
Screech! A passage appeared amid the golden light, and the golden coffin broke into it before vanishing without a trace.
From deep within the palace came a loud cry: "The God Slaying Sword!"
The voice was filled with terror and