Emperor Jing's Tomb Scripture

The King of Liang killed Emperor Jing, Emperor Jing retaliated by killing the King of Liang, King of Huainan kept jumping back and forth.

Among the two emperors, the King of Huainan gradually gained the upper hand.

Golden light emanated from his entire body, and the four-clawed dragon was slowly transforming into a golden dragon.

The flames controlled by Emperor Jing continued to burn on the King of Huainan, but the King of Huainan repaired and even evolved at a faster pace.

On one side is the devouring of hand-to-hand combat, on the other is the invasion of Technique Method.

Clearly, in this close-quarters combat, Technique Method is still at a disadvantage.

"The King of Huainan will not allow news of his assassination of the emperor to spread; he will definitely kill you!"

The nameless rage couldn't kill the King of Huainan, but Emperor Jing couldn't stop; if he did, the King of Huainan would consume him even faster.

Amidst the murmured chanting, Emperor Jing gradually revealed despair and turned his gaze toward the Prince of Liang.

In the past, the King of Liang had always helped him, but this time, the King of Liang simply watched quietly.

The white dragon's body floated in the black space, as still as a stone.

It seemed that he had completely lost faith in Emperor Jing, and the Emperor Jing's words could no longer sway him in the slightest.

His gaze remained fixed on Emperor Jing, awaiting his death.

"Liu An, I am already under your control, and my demise is only a matter of time. But you must understand that this formation was set up by the King of Liang. His composure must mean he has a backup plan. The methods you hastily devised are certainly inferior to his!"

When the King of Liang proved difficult to persuade, Emperor Jing turned his attention to the King of Huainan.

His body was being constantly devoured by the King of Huainan, and his eyes were filled with intense pain, but Emperor Jing was still trying to find a way to survive.

"I am already ill and crippled. My soul is injured, and even if it returns to my body, I will hardly survive for more than a short time," Emperor Jing advised.

"You could take my head in the blink of an eye!"

Taking the dragon's tail in its mouth and swallowing it, the King of Huainan did not hesitate or pause.

"I know your character and methods, you don't need to waste any more words," said the King of Huainan.

"You wish to live, but the King of Liang will not let you live," Emperor Jing said. "I only ask that when you have devoured me to the point of being no longer a threat, you kill the King of Liang first!"

"Anyone who responds to you is incredibly unlucky!"

The King of Huainan shook the dragon's head.

It was right for the King of Liang not to respond to Emperor Jing's words; had he replied with even a few words, the conflict would have been stirred up.

Regardless of what the King of Liang thought, the King of Huainan felt that he was indeed tempted.

His initial goal was to kill Emperor Jing outright, and then eliminate the Prince of Liang, who was eyeing the throne and seeking an opportunity.

If the King of Liang were to suddenly kill him, the King of Huainan would do the same thing Emperor Jing had done before, relying on draining Emperor Jing's strength to endure the situation until Emperor Jing was killed or the King of Liang's power was exhausted.

The former would give him the best strength when 'fate and luck' are competing, while the latter is what he needs to face in the worst-case scenario, which may lead to a lose-lose situation.

However, there were also situations that the King of Huainan had not previously considered.

"Just leave me here to watch the show. Anyway, I'm caught in this battle of fate and can't escape. If you die while killing King Liang, you can at least use me to recover your soul," Emperor Jing said. "Instead of killing me now, why not keep me as food and spare you the pain of your soul being shattered after the fierce battle!"

"I think there's some truth to what he said!"

The golden dragon had nearly 90% of its body devoured, leaving only the head area. It could no longer control the nameless fire, which caused the dragon, its body shimmering with golden spots, to raise its head.

The King of King of Huainan looked up at the King of Liang.

"Do you think Liu Qi's words make sense?" the King of Huainan asked.

"He always liked to reason," said King Liang after a long silence, "But everyone who listened to his reasoning met a bad end!"

"I know that's true, but what he said makes a lot of sense," the King of Huainan said, raising his head.

He looked at the incomplete golden dragon that Emperor Jing had transformed into, and then at the white dragon standing in the void, his body poised to attack.

Clearly, once Emperor Jing's soul was severely damaged, his threat level dropped sharply, and the threat posed by the Prince of Liang became the new threat.

"He'll just watch us all perish," King Liang said with his eyes closed. "I know it's his scheme, but I can't stop him!"

"It's simple to stop his overt scheme," said the King of Huainan.

"Do you have a solution?" King Liang asked.

"If I kill you without taking any damage, eliminating the risk you pose, his strategy will be useless," said the King of Huainan.

"I can't sacrifice myself!"

The white dragon that King Liang had transformed into shook its head.

The will to survive is a natural human desire, and King Liang felt he couldn't bring himself to watch someone kill him when he had the ability to do so.

His defenses and counterattacks became inevitable.

"That's a real shame, after all, I don't want to die!"

The King of Huainan nodded, indicating that he understood the King of Liang's choice.

He had barely finished speaking when he charged straight at King Liang.

After enduring the corrosive effects of a mouthful of Yellow Spring water on his skull, the King of Huainan also became entangled with the King of Liang.

When the white dragon that had been transformed into Liang Wang took a bite, the feeling of chewing on rotten flesh immediately flooded into the King of Huainan's senses. Not only was the white dragon taste bad, but its body also carried a putrid aura that made him tremble, as if it were about to corrode his entire body.

"Water!"

When he shouted loudly, the fine rain that the King of Huainan had summoned to bring rain intensified, pouring down like waves.

Countless raindrops gathered around him, constantly washing away the Yellow Springs water that King Liang spat out, and even washing over his mouth.

"You used the 'Grave Sutra' from the Huang-Lao school of thought, borrowing the ancestral methods. This white dragon you conjured is the soul of the white snake that the ancestral emperor slew!" The King of Huainan exclaimed in fear, "You..."

"It's not a sacred text; it's just that a large tomb was built in Fengxize to borrow power," King Liang said. "Even Emperor Jing didn't dare to directly attack me, yet you have quite the audacity!"

"You..."

"My soul and flesh taste good, don't they?" King Liang laughed loudly. "I'll give you some, have some more!"

"Get out of here!"

The urge to vomit, which had been forced into his mouth, caused the King of Huainan to begin struggling violently.

"Before the pure energy rises, before the turbid energy sinks, before the wandering spirit awakens, before the five colors are distinguished, there is something within, and in the the Unseen, its nature exists..."

While clinging to life on one side, Emperor Jing did not resort to words to provoke him again, but instead began to recite the "Tomb Classic" in a low voice.

This greatly surprised Zhang Xuezhou was eavesdropping.

"Could it be that I also practiced the 'Grave Sutra,' which led to my involvement in this 'murder chat group'?"

He thought to himself.

But since Emperor Jing was still reciting the "Tomb Classic," Zhang Xuezhou felt that he wouldn't lose out by reciting it as well.

As he chanted softly, Zhang Xuezhou felt his fish body gradually becoming thicker.

At the same time, Zhang Xuezhou also noticed that the "Tomb Classic" he was reciting seemed to have some differences from the one recited by Emperor Jing, which he subsequently corrected.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that even a fool could make the choice between studying the "Fen Jing" (a classic text) from the Wenying Pavilion of the King of Huainan and the "Fen Jing" recited by Emperor Jing.

Amidst the low chanting, Zhang Xuezhou sensed a sword.

At the same time, Emperor Jing finally realized that in the midst of the power struggle between the emperor and the two kings, there was an additional entity that had manifested its form.

The other person is even doing the same thing as me.