Flameflow Imperial Heir said he was not afraid of death?
Jiang Ding nearly laughed his teeth out.
Not afraid of death.
Was that something one could accomplish merely by saying it aloud, with hot blood rushing to one's head and a flare of temper, gritting one's teeth and forcing oneself onward?
Without undergoing countless trials, without experiencing all manner of worldly affairs, knowing the myriad facets of the world, understanding the laws by which society operated, and constantly strengthening one's Dao heart throughout the process...
Without all that, a child raised in a greenhouse claimed not to fear life and death?
What a joke.
"You..."
Flameflow Imperial Heir's face turned green and red, yet he no longer dared utter any humiliating words.
This lowly slave truly dared to kill him!
He had no doubt that if he had not begged for mercy, that blood-colored sword would have pierced his skull, bursting his brains into countless fragments and turning them into a lifeless wad of cotton.
At that moment, he keenly felt the gap between himself and those kings who had fought their way through life-and-death battles.
It was not merely a gap in strength, but in the heart for battle.
If Sinking Mountain King were here, or even Mo Shan, they would never have spoken words of surrender. Death was simply death.
Buzz!
The blood-colored sword in his throat trembled, bringing intense pain.
Flameflow Imperial Heir's expression twisted in agony.
"Flameflow."
"You cherish your life. That is good. Only those who cherish their lives can live long."
Jiang Ding said coldly, "Where is the Great Emperor Scripture I want?"
"I defeat Azure Sky Imperial Son for you, and you give me the Great Emperor Scripture. And you give it to me first."
"Then, you win the battle of imperial heirs,