Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"Nine Refined Demonic Strike - God-Slaying Strike! You dare injure my brother-in-law? Die!"

The mighty demonic sword, the world-shattering evil fire, the move to destroy gods.

It turned out that the Demon Prince had made a sudden move.

Chapter 111 Flower of Evil

Ashura had just finished dealing with Ji Wu Wang's last move.

Caught off guard, he managed to raise his shield, but the sword energy still pierced through his body, leaving a deep wound.

"Are you the Demon Prince?"

The wound carried the aura of evil fire from the Nine-Winged Demoness, and Asura immediately realized the identity of his opponent.

"I am the Demon Prince, and I represent the Fire Prison."

"Let's fight!"

"Asura, my emotions for today are exhausted."

The demonic dragon broke through the sky and disappeared as swiftly as it had come, vanishing without a trace in no time.

Ashura returned to the army and asked Ghost Prison Evil God and Silver Moon Greedy Wolf, "What is the situation regarding casualties?"

"Five or six thousand soldiers died."

"Where is the opponent?"

"More than a dozen ships were bombed, and the casualties were no less than those in the dead country."

"Ah."

"Asura, if you keep going, all of our men will be dead."

Silver Moon Greedy Wolf stared at the wound on Asura's chest: "War God of the Demon Clan, you are injured. This is a miracle that has not been seen in a thousand years."

"The army retreated to Jumang Hongcheng, and will return after resting."

The Ghost Prison Evil God asked in bewilderment, "Why not continue the attack on Slaughter Shattered Island? King Jiwu was struck by you and will be unable to fight for a short time. It is said that there are no other strong people on Shattered Island."

"Thousands of soldiers have already sacrificed their lives. I do not want to take enemy territory by stepping on the blood and flesh of those who died in the war."

"Whatever you say goes."

The evil god of the Ghost Prison scratched his head, adjusted the direction of his army, and retreated back to Jumang Red City, where he built houses on a patch of scorched earth and ruins.

We're preparing to fight again another day.

The dragon flew rapidly toward the King's Island.

King Jiwu struggled to break free from the Demon Prince's grasp: "What do you mean?"

Ningyuan's fingertips still felt soft.

He replied casually, "Brother-in-law, if you die, who will my little sister rely on for the rest of her life?"

"How dare you, as the elder brother, so disrespect the princess's dignity."

"King Jiwu, beneath your righteous and stern mask, is there only a heart that is feigning?"

"you!"

"I saved you and sent you back to Killing Isle. Besides, we share the same enemy. Isn't this sincerity enough to create a good atmosphere for conversation?"

Ningyuan gazed at the face beneath the crown; it was truly imposing and heroic.

He recalled his first meeting with King Jiwu, when he had narrowly escaped death and forged the Evil Flame of the Moth Sky.

When he stepped out of his secluded chamber, everyone in the Fire Prison changed their expressions. For every step he took forward, they took a step back.

Advancing step by step, retreating step by step.

This includes his father and his lover.

The eyes of the Cursed Lord and the Grand Duke of Taixi were filled with fear; they looked at him as if he were a monster.

Ningyuan smiled at them.

His face still bore traces of blood, and his body was covered in countless black wounds, testaments to the burning of his body by the Evil Fire of the Moth Sky.

Moth-in-the-Sky Evil Fire is the most powerful forbidden technique in the Fire House Buddhist Prison, which uses one's own suffering to inflict the greatest suffering on the other.

To injure yourself by one point is to injure others by three points.

If you injure yourself by seven parts, you will be beyond saving if you injure others.

This extremely domineering evil technique, since the founding of the Fire House Buddhist Prison, has only been mastered by Xie Tianyuwu with the body of a demon beast; all other practitioners have died in agony.

The Demon Prince, being human, actually mastered it.

However, he no longer had a heart.

On his first day out of seclusion, he massacred half the city's population.

The day after he emerged from seclusion, he burned down the desolate forest of the abyss.

On the third day after emerging from seclusion, he felt bored and went to Brahmaputra.

On the Cursed Bridge, the defenders of the Shattered Island charged forward relentlessly, refusing to yield an inch, turning the Cursed Bridge red.

King Jiwu came upon hearing the commotion, and the two fought on the Curse Bridge.

Ningyuan enjoyed the battle immensely. Just as his opponent was about to unleash his final move and he was about to force out the Moth-Void Evil Flame, Ningyuan stopped.

"King Jiwu, a fun toy shouldn't be broken in one go."

"Demon Prince, with me here, I will never allow you to set foot on the Shattered Island."

"You misunderstand. I only wish to pass through to the Tower of Compassion."

"Oh?"

"At the Tower of Compassion, there are still people waiting for me."

"really?"

Ningyuan looked at the new king who had just ascended the throne and felt that his eyes were sparkling with a clear stupidity.

"You'll wait for me too, won't you? No, I'll wait for you."

King Jiwu indeed allowed the Demon Prince to pass, accompanying him into the Maha Trench and watching him enter the Tower of Compassion.

Unfortunately, Ningyuan did not find Jian Zhichu. He stood in the bamboo forest where the sword duel took place years ago for a long time.

After that, they fought their way to the capital city of the Tower of Compassion, slaughtering both the Scholar's Forest and the Poor Scholar's Forest, and finally reaching the Flowing Light Evening Pavilion where Master Wuyi lived.

"At the beginning of handing over the sword."

Master Wuyi said calmly, "Sword Master has left the Tower of Compassion. Your actions only prove that you are taking your anger out on others. Only an incompetent person would take their anger out on others."

"Wuyi Shiyin, you are yet another person who lives behind a mask."

"Wearing a mask can help you maintain good relationships with others. Demon Prince, why don't you give it a try? Maybe you won't be so bored."

"Then I'll wait for the day you take off your mask."

Wu Yi Shi Yin did not open the border to the Upper Heaven Realm, and Ning Yuan's interest also waned.

Unexpectedly, when he returned to the Fire Prison, his father, along with his lover and the prison's top warriors, had laid a deadly trap.

Nevertheless, they were still unable to kill him, so he lived for several more centuries.

Just as they were savoring the moment, the demonic dragon descended upon the island.

King Jiwu took off his cloak to cover his wounds.

Ningyuan looked at him probingly: "Is it that you are unwilling, or that you cannot let others see your weakness?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"Is my little sister still being well-behaved?"

"The war between the Kingdom of the Dead and my territory is raging, and I have no time to take care of her, but I will never return her to you."

Do you have any other options?

King Jiwu coldly said, "I will send her to the Bitter Realm and entrust her to someone trustworthy."

"The Bitter Realm, is it Rahu? King Jiwu, you have piqued my interest once again."

"Even if you intervene midway and end my battle with Asura, you are not welcome in my realm. Please leave."

"What a cruel person..."

"No delivery!"

"Ah, goodbye."

Ningyuan mounted the demonic dragon and soared into the air once more.

"Your Majesty, you have let Ji Wu King go again."

“Red Eyes, because I have discovered his secret.”

"What secret?"

"A secret that cannot be told."

"Your Majesty, you have changed."

"Red Eyes, go to the Bitter Realm. That beautiful land needs the evil flower of the Demon Prince to bloom."

"If it were located in the West Sea of ​​Tiandu, it would be even more beautiful."

"Right on my mind."

Snowflakes began to fall in Tiandu, marking the arrival of the first snowfall of this winter.

Luo Hou stood in the wind and snow, feeling the silence of heaven and earth.

Everything makes a sound, except when it snows, it is completely silent.

Soon, the world was a vast expanse of white.

A black dot gradually grew larger in the white world, and when it was a hundred feet away from the sky, it turned into a terrifying red pterosaur.