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

"That's enough, Third Brother!

They are all your brothers! Are you really going to be so cruel as to kill them all?

Even if you can kill your father and brother today and successfully ascend to the supreme throne, you will only be an illegitimate tyrant!"

Emperor Jiade's eyes widened with anger as he shouted at the already frantic Third Prince.

"Hahahahaha..."

The Third Prince burst into laughter and interrupted the Emperor: "Father, what you said is all nonsense!

From ancient times to the present, the winners have always been kings and the losers have always been bandits, and history has always been written by the victors!

As long as I can sit firmly on the dragon throne, who would dare to talk nonsense?

Who dares to comment on what I do?

Father, I didn’t want to kill you, please don’t force me…”

"Third brother, if you really have the ability to take my life, then I might treat you differently.

I just don't know if you have the ability to sit firmly on this supreme throne?"

Emperor Jiade stood fearlessly in front of the Third Prince, staring fiercely at the Third Prince who had already fallen into a state of madness, and his words were filled with contempt and disdain.

"Don't force me any further, Father!"

The Third Prince's eyes widened with anger, veins popping out on his forehead, and he shouted hysterically: "At this point, I have nothing to fear!

Whoever dares to stand in my way of ascending the throne will be killed by me, even you, my father, will be no exception!"

After saying this, he trembled slightly in his hands, tightly grasped the blood-stained sword, and slowly raised it, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Emperor Jiade's heart.

However, after just a moment of hesitation, the Third Prince gritted his teeth again and secretly made up his mind. At this moment, he knew that he had no way out. If he could not successfully force his father to write the edict of succession, or if he really killed his father and directly usurped the throne, then the only way waiting for him was death.

So the Third Prince took a deep breath, used all his strength to grip the hilt of the sword, raised the sword high again, and prepared to deal a fatal blow to Emperor Jiade.

"Father, a man who knows the current situation is a wise man, you should write the edict of succession as soon as possible!

Otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless and disregarding the relationship between father and son!"

The third prince roared ferociously, with a crazy and resolute light flashing in his eyes.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire Qinzheng Hall seemed to be frozen, extremely solemn. Everyone present was silent, not even daring to breathe, fearing that the slightest mistake would bring about a fatal disaster.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the Third Prince and Emperor Jiade, nervously watching this thrilling confrontation.

Just as the two sides were in a stalemate, suddenly, a black shadow came closer and closer, and the sound of galloping horses came like lightning from a distance. With a sharp "whoosh" sound, a small and exquisite sleeve arrow shot straight at the third prince like a meteor chasing the moon.

In an instant, the sleeve arrow accurately pierced the wrist of the third prince holding the sword.

With a crisp "ding-dong" sound, the long sword in the Third Prince's hand, which was originally pointed at Emperor Jiade with great momentum, fell to the ground. After rolling several times on the smooth ground, it finally lay quietly in a pool of blood.

As everyone in the Qinzheng Hall breathed a sigh of relief, the Third Prince knew that he had lost.

He was unwilling to give up. He was just a little bit away, really just a little bit away, and he would be the next emperor.

The third prince, who wanted to know who had ruined his plan, couldn't help but look back, but saw someone he never expected.