After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

Hearing these words, the originally calm Emperor Jiade could no longer suppress his anger. He stared at the nearly insane Third Prince with his eyes wide open, and roared with gnashing teeth, "You are crazy, Third Prince! You are simply a lunatic! I will never hand over the great land of the Da Chong Dynasty to a man as crazy as you..."

The words of Emperor Jiade were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the heart of the Third Prince, causing the anger in his heart to burn even more fiercely.

The third prince raised his lips slightly, revealing a sad smile, and then a deafening roar resounded throughout the palace: "Father, don't tell me that you despise me so much?

You are unwilling to hand over this great land to me, so may I ask, father, to whom do you intend to pass the throne?"

At this moment, the Third Prince's eyes had turned blood red, as if he had lost his mind. He glared at the high and mighty Emperor Jiade, his heart filled with resentment and anger.

The third prince continued to roar: "My eldest brother has passed away, is the throne going to fall into the hands of my second brother?

Humph, it's just a foolish dream! No matter who tries to compete with me for the supreme throne, I will make them die, without any room for negotiation! "

At this time, the Third Prince had already stopped caring about other things, and was only thinking about eliminating all the enemies who stood in his way of ascending the throne. He turned his head abruptly, staring at the Second Prince, who was limp on the ground and trembling as he knelt beside the First Prince's body, with a look as fierce as a hungry wolf.

The second prince seemed to be frightened out of his wits by what was happening before his eyes. He stood like a wooden chicken, and was completely unable to recover.

However, the Third Prince did not hesitate at all. He just swung his arm, and the sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, and in an instant he ruthlessly cut the Second Prince's throat.

The poor second prince didn't even have time to react. He only felt a piercing coldness in his neck, followed by a piercing pain. He subconsciously wanted to shout, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could only make a series of creepy "ho ho ho" sounds from his mouth.

Looking down, I saw a fan-shaped scarlet spurting out in front of me. It was a large amount of blood!

The second prince's face was filled with horror and disbelief. He opened his eyes wide and tightly grasped his throat with both hands, trying to stop the warm and deadly blood from gushing out.

However, all efforts were in vain, the blood continued to flow out from the wound, soon dyeing his clothes red.

With a loud bang, the second prince fell heavily on the cold body of the eldest prince. His body was shaking and twitching violently as if his soul had been taken away, but after just a moment, all movements stopped abruptly, and all signs of life disappeared completely.

At this moment, most of the Third Prince's face was stained with the blood splattered by the Second Prince, and he looked like a demon that had just crawled out of the depths of hell.

His bloodshot eyes, with a chilling cold light, slowly scanned the remaining trembling royal brothers.

Every glance that passed by made these princes, who were usually pampered, feel a chill running down their spines.

The Third Prince's face was filled with an almost insane excitement, as if he was carefully selecting the next poor lamb to be chopped off.