"No wonder, throughout the ages, everyone has longed for great power. With royal power already like this, what kind of scenery should the throne that sits at the top of the world be like?"

Zhang Lingfeng thought leisurely.

Having power in hand is no less than the pleasure of having great strength. The latter can destroy cities and fortresses, behead people like mowing grass, and make everyone fearful.

And the former is even more victorious. A single thought can make the earth rise with swords, causing millions of heads to fall to the ground, bleeding and floating on the oars!

"Old man, I'm sorry for you..."

On the chariot, which was only one step behind, the haggard-looking old woman was supporting the frail Old King Long Yuan, her eyes filled with sadness.

"I've suffered a lot from you these past years."

He spat out a weak and hoarse voice, as if he had exhausted all his energy.

With the support of Yu Fengxian, Old King Longyuan just barely sat up, looked at the second son who was wearing royal robes, and sighed:

"You have finally reached this road of no return..."

"Do you regret not strangling me to death when I was a baby? It's too late!"

Zhang Lingfeng twitched the corners of his mouth, with a ferocious smile:

"I will let you see with your own eyes that this land is full of swords and weapons, and everything you regard as life will be destroyed by me one by one!"

"Evil son!"

The old prince's eyes flashed with blood, but he was too weak. He had been severely injured and lethargic for more than 20 years, which consumed all his energy.

Zhang Lingfeng flicked him back into the carriage.

"Zhang Lingfeng!"

Yu Fengxian struggled to protect her grandfather, gritting her teeth and glaring.

If possible, she wanted to kill him and die with him, but her blood and vitality were blocked, and she felt severe pain all over her body even if she moved.

"Angry, angry?"

Zhang Lingfeng threw his head back and laughed, very pleased: "I only touched him with one finger, but you imprisoned me for nearly twenty years and even caused me to lose my descendants!"

After talking about it, his eyes became fierce:

"It's you who are sorry for me!"

His mood fluctuated violently, and the terrifying energy spread, causing thousands of dragons and horses in front and behind the motorcade to become restless.

Looking at the scene not far away, his eyes could not help but sink.

"I have been sorry to many people in my life, but you are the only one who I have been sorry for."

His voice was hoarse. The old prince endured the severe pain and sat up, straightening his back. His dim eyes could not even see clearly.

But his will is like a substantial flame, coming out of his body:

"If you weren't my son, you would have died when you were eight years old! Old brothers, I am the one who has failed you..."

The hearts of Yu Fengxian and the old woman were as sharp as a knife, especially the latter, who burst into tears and burst into tears.

"Then I really want to thank you."

Zhang Lingfeng's eyes became fierce and terrifying:

"I killed a dozen lowly slaves, and you hate me to death, but you have killed more than a thousand people in your life? Don't you deserve to die?!"

"servant?!"

Disappointment flashed in the old prince's eyes, and his breath became weak:

"Those are the old brothers who have been with me in the war for many years and guarded the border. They are the uncles who have taken care of you since you were a child..."

He coughed violently and was extremely angry:

"Xue Dilong's instructions are correct. You are a born beast, a vicious ghost with no humanity!"

quiet!

Amidst the scolding, Zhang Lingfeng slowly closed his eyes, and then opened them again, and he was already in front of the sacrifice platform.

"You don't have to think about irritating me and letting you spend your whole life in pain and regret. It's more to my liking than killing you with a knife."

After the chariot landed on the ground, Zhang Lingfeng slowly stood up. He straightened his robes, straightened his crown, and with the help of someone special, he walked to the rooftop platform.

"My king is a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"

Amidst the roaring sound like a tsunami, all men, women, old, weak, sick and disabled warriors, both inside and outside the sacrificial platform, knelt down.

"You want to live a thousand years?!"

Suddenly, a sound came with wind and thunder, like a cold current blowing through the mountains and freezing everything:

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