Sharp Sword Qi came hurtling in. A trace of disdain flashed through Prince Fu's eyes, yet he neither dodged nor evaded.
His demonized right claw rose, its five fingers spreading wide. A vertical eye had actually grown in its palm, firing a scarlet beam of light.
"Bang!"
Sword Qi collided with the beam, blasting out a ring of airwaves and sending both men staggering back several steps.
Prince Fu merely swayed, while the rocks beneath his feet crumbled into powder.
The Imperial Clan patriarch could no longer hold on. His legs gave way, and he fell to his knees again, blood streaming down him.
He felt icy cold all over. A bone-piercing chill radiated from the wound in his chest. Demonic Qi had already invaded his dantian, gnawing away bit by bit at his remaining spiritual power.
His vision began to blur, and his breathing grew more and more rapid. Every breath he drew took immense effort.
He raised his head toward Prince Fu, who was unhurriedly pulling the sharp sword from the ground.
"You are already at the end of your oil and your lamp has run dry. You no longer have even the slightest chance."
Prince Fu pressed closer step by step, yet he was in no hurry to kill the Imperial Clan patriarch.
"I surpassed Zhu Chongming in every way. Why did you choose him back then? I refuse to accept it."
Prince Fu's eyes were crazed, filled with unwillingness and fury.
"Look at Great Yan today—swaying on the brink, hanging by a thread. This is the emperor you chose."
Prince Fu's gaze was mocking, and he felt incomparably exhilarated.
"Since you would not give it to me, I will take it myself. I will show you how I reclaim, step by step, everything that belongs to