After obtaining the Great Emperor Scripture, the Blood River King finally bowed in salute, no longer carrying his previous arrogance.
"Ha ha ha!"
"Having gained the Blood River King, I am like a tiger that has grown wings!"
The Flame Liu Imperial Son threw back his head and laughed, brimming with heroic grandeur.
In that instant, his heart relaxed considerably. He broke free from the despair of being crushed by the Azure Sky Imperial Son and teetering on the brink of death, like a drowning man struggling free of the water, returning to shore and once more feeling the vivid pulse of life.
Around them, guards such as King Shen Shan and Mo Shan, chieftain of the Magic Rock Tribe, were no longer suppressed, and their bodies began to recover.
King Shen Shan's nearly severed body rapidly healed. Mo Shan's head flew into the air, drawing in the shattered black rock fragments around it like a magnet, rapidly reforming into the shape of a Rock Giant.
The two stood behind the Flame Liu Imperial Son.
Amid their many worries, all manner of joy also rose in their hearts.
They would not die. They would not have to be buried alongside the Imperial Son.
"Blood River King..."
The Flame Liu Imperial Son carefully examined the Blood Robe Daoist as though admiring a priceless treasure, greedy and eager.
The Blood Robe Daoist stood quietly.
He neither performed three kneelings and nine kowtows nor wept tears of gratitude, observing the rites that kings of the slave races usually performed when meeting their lord.
The Flame Liu Imperial Son's expression did not change, and he remained all smiles, but a thought arose within him.
After a dog tastes blood, it will inevitably turn wild.
*It cannot compare to one that has always been raised