The Young Rakshasa King's nose wrinkled slightly. Severing his meridians and breaking his limbs was already a very severe punishment for him.
And now, Lan Ling was going to castrate him! She was going to destroy him right away!
Inheritance was also very important in the demon race. Without descendants, there was no hope.
Castrating the Humble Cold Prince would not only destroy himself, but also destroy Elder Mokan's bloodline.
The key was that Elder Mokan and the Rakshasa King were very close!
The two of them were not only blood brothers, but also comrades and best friends.
For decades, Elder Mokan had always stood behind the Rakshasa King. He could be considered as the Rakshasa King's brother. Therefore, he was not only an elder of the Rakshasa royal family, but also an elder of the Rakshasa race.
The Rakshasa race did not have a prime minister. If there was one, Elder Mokan would be equivalent to the prime minister of the Rakshasa race. He was also half a spiritual leader.
Severing the Humble Cold Prince's limbs could still be reconnected. Severing his meridians could also be reconnected, but it would affect his cultivation.
However, castrating him would not allow him to grow back. He was not like Lan Ling, who had a heaven-defying demon bloodline.
The Humble Cold Prince was the fourth successor of the Rakshasa royal family. He was even ahead of Princess Sha Yan. Once he was castrated, it would probably cross the Rakshasa King's bottom line.
However, the Young Rakshasa King did not even hesitate for a second. Instead, he revealed an evil gaze and said, "Yes, that makes sense!"
Then, he waved his hand and said, "Execute!"
Immediately, four Shadow Warriors stepped out and pressed down on the Humble Cold Prince.
"You dare … you dare …" The Humble Cold Prince shouted sternly, "My father is the Rakshasa King's closest comrade. He is the royal family's elder, the Rakshasa race's elder. I am the fourth successor of the Rakshasa royal family. You dare …"
The Shadow Warriors were rescued from the ancient ruins by the Young Rakshasa King when he was traveling. They were only loyal to the Young Rakshasa King. Why would they care about the Humble Cold Prince's threat?
"Are you all dead? All of you, stand out and resist this nonsense! " The Humble Cold Prince shouted at the thousand noble children behind him, "Can't you see that the Young Rakshasa King and Lan Ling conspired to kill me? Come out, come out … "
It would have been better if the despicable Crown Prince hadn't shouted these things. Once he did, the nobles behind him were so scared that they almost peed their pants. They immediately retreated more than ten steps, trying their best to draw a clear line between themselves and him.
"Let's begin …" Young Rakshasa King said lightly.
The shadow warrior drew out four special daggers.
This was made from Astral Mana Meteorite Magic. Of course, it was the ordinary kind, the kind that Lan Ling had used to kill the three Chimeras. It was not the black hole energy body in the Young Rakshasa King's heart.
The so-called Astral Magic Meteorite was at most a black hole's energy contamination.
This kind of dark dagger also needed a special crystal as the scabbard.
"Puchi!"
Four dark daggers stabbed down fiercely, severing the tendons of the Crown Prince's four limbs.
There was no blood, only endless coldness.
"Ahhh …" The lowly Crown Prince let out a mournful scream.
The thousand or so nobles behind him shuddered.
One of the shadow warriors pressed one of the Crown Prince's arms to the ground, and then stomped on it.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang …"
He really stomped on it one foot at a time.
The bones of the Crown Prince's arm were broken inch by inch. Oh, not broken, but completely crushed.
Then the second arm.
The first leg, the second leg …
The bones of the Crown Prince's four limbs were crushed inch by inch.
"Ahh … Ahh … Ahh … Ahh …"
Waves of mournful screams made people's hair stand on end.
In fact, the Crown Prince did not feel much pain, but fear, a kind of inner and spiritual pain.
Originally, he was high-spirited, and he was the one who blew the horn of the battle for the throne.
Moreover, he felt that he could easily put Lan Ling to death, and he could also beat the Young Rakshasa King into a sorry state. Although he couldn't completely shake his position as the Crown Prince, he could at least knock off a large piece of his crown.
But he did not expect …
The tables would be turned easily, and he would suffer a disaster.
He always felt that breaking the tendons and breaking the limbs was something very far away for the nobles of the demon race.
However, he didn't expect that such a tragic thing would happen to him just like that.
He felt that it was unreal, and he felt especially terrified.
As for the more than a thousand nobles who came with him, their faces were even more ashen.
In Rakshasa City, how long had it been since such a terrible thing happened to the Rakshasa royalty?
The Crown Prince was one of the top Rakshasa royalty, but now his tendons and limbs were broken like a dead dog.
Then they were even worse than pigs and dogs, and would be smashed to pieces in minutes.
…
"Flaming Demon Flag Master Lan Ling, you are considered the person involved, so you will carry out the final punishment, how about it?" the Young Rakshasa King suddenly said.
Lan Ling's eyes lit up, and he said, "Thank you, Your Highness."
Then, he stretched out his hand.
A shadow warrior handed him a Starry Sky Magic Meteorite dagger. Of course, it was sealed in a special crystal scabbard.
Even an ordinary Starry Sky Magic Meteorite had a terrifying devouring power, so he did not dare to take it lightly.
Lan Ling said, "Please lift the Crown Prince up …"
Four shadow warriors propped up the feeble Crown Prince.
Originally, the Crown Prince was very beautiful, even more beautiful than a woman. But now, there was no trace of blood on his face, because of pain and fear, it was completely distorted.
Lan Ling stepped forward and sneered, "Who gave you the confidence to meddle in the fight for the throne?"
The Crown Prince looked at Lan Ling, and said with a trembling and cold voice, "My father and the Netherworld Prince will avenge me, they will not let you go."
Lan Ling took out another dagger, and slashed the Crown Prince's face again and again.
"Ah …"
The Crown Prince let out a shrill scream.
Immediately, his beautiful face became a bloody mess.
"You have started the fight for the throne, do you think there will be a pause?" Lan Ling sneered, "What do you mean they will not let me go? Like we will let them go. Once this thing is started, it cannot be stopped. We are destined to step on your father and the Netherworld Prince's corpse to ascend the throne. "
This sentence was not only heard by the Crown Prince, but also by many shamans and elders with high cultivation.
At this time, they really wished they didn't have ears.
At this time, the Little Rakshasa King couldn't help but open his mouth in pain. Lan Ling, this unknown Demon Emperor, really wanted to see the world in chaos, and wanted to make the fight for the throne public.
Lan Ling's dagger continued to cut the Crown Prince's face inch by inch, and said slowly, "Do you think that the pain you are suffering is the climax of this fight? No, no, no, this is just the beginning! "
After that, Lan Ling fiercely stabbed the dagger into the Crown Prince's eye socket.
"Puchi …"
Blood spurted out.
With a burst of pain, the Crown Prince's right eye turned dark.
"Ah … ah … ah …" He let out an unprecedented scream!
Everyone in the main hall was horrified.
Princess Sha Yan, who was behind the screen, suddenly trembled.
She really didn't think that the scene in front of her would be so bloody.
Of course, she had seen even more bloody scenes, but this was the first time she saw it happening to a top Rakshasa royal.
And the Little Rakshasa King couldn't help but grit his teeth and wrinkle his nose. He kind of regretted letting Lan Ling carry out the castration punishment.
His Majesty the Demon Emperor really knew how to express himself.
"The Crown Prince shouted at His Highness, the Crown Prince, and offended his superiors. He has eyes but can't see. Both of his eyes should be taken away, but because he is a member of the royal family, only one eye will be taken away as a warning to others!" An extremely old Rakshasa Elder hurriedly shouted.
He was the oldest shaman, once the teacher of the Rakshasa King, and now the teacher of the Little Rakshasa King, Elder Lu Zhuo!
This name sounded like a human sage, but he was actually from the Spirit Tribe. Their heads were big, their limbs short, and they were very ugly, but they were a very intelligent tribe.
This Elder Lu Zhuo was the most staunch supporter of the Little Rakshasa King.
The Little Rakshasa King was worried that Lan Ling would take the opportunity to express himself, so he said, "Fire Demon Flag Master, carry out the castration punishment!"
Lan Ling suddenly pulled out the Astral Magic Meteorite, aimed it at the Crown Prince's crotch, and was about to swing it down!
And at this moment …
An extremely powerful energy aura enveloped the entire hall.
It was as if Mount Tai was pressing down on them.
This energy was not only magic energy, but also spiritual energy.
Then, the doors of the hall opened, and a tall and thin figure walked in.
Lan Ling had never seen such a … terrifying person.
He was so tall, at least 2.3 meters, but very thin.
His nose was especially high, and his eye sockets were deep. He wore a black robe with golden threads.
His two eyes were like black flames, and also like a dry well. Just a glance from him seemed to be able to swallow people's souls.
His face was very white, as if there was no blood in it.
Moreover, his eyebrows and hair were also snow-white.
Step by step, he walked into the hall.
Instantly, everyone instinctively bowed down.
His aura almost suppressed everyone present, including the Rakshasa Elders Council members present.
Only three people were still standing.
Lan Ling, the Little Rakshasa King, and the Little Rakshasa King's teacher, Elder Lu Zhuo.
Without a doubt, this peerless martial arts expert and spiritual expert in front of them was Crown Prince Benleng's father, Elder Mokan.
The Rakshasa King's elder brother was the most powerful person in the entire Rakshasa Clan. He was equivalent to the Prime Minister of the Rakshasa Domain, and also half a spiritual leader.
The Little Rakshasa King came down from the throne, and bowed to Elder Mokan, "Greetings, Uncle!"
Even the Crown Prince had to bow to Elder Mokan.
Elder Mokan also bowed to the Little Rakshasa King, "This old subject greets Your Highness!"
The Little Rakshasa King said, "I heard that Uncle is not feeling well, why aren't you resting at home?"
Elder Mokan said, "I heard that my son got into trouble, so I couldn't be bothered to rest, so I specially came to plead with Your Highness. Can you spare my unfilial son Benleng this time? Moreover, he has already been punished."
Then, Elder Mokan looked at Lan Ling and said coldly, "This is the Flag Master of the Flaming Demon, Lan Ling, right? It's just right, understand? Don't take all the advantages, and don't take all the reasons. Quit while you're ahead, or else you'll suffer a calamity. "
The Demon Clan was indeed the Demon Clan. Even a top-notch figure made a naked threat, and didn't hide it.
Lan Ling said slowly, "Elder Mokan, you've already appeared, so I have to give you face. But it's a pity that I've already said some things. I've said that I'll castrate Benleng. I can only do what I said! "
Then, he stared at Elder Mokan and waved his hand lightly!
Blood splattered …
An incomparably shrill scream …
Benleng only felt a cold darkness, and then let out a miserable scream like a pig being slaughtered!
"Ah … Ah … Ah …"
Lan Ling actually castrated Elder Mokan's son, his successor, in front of him.
Everyone present was completely stunned, and even their hearts were filled with admiration.
Even Princess Sha Yan's heart at this moment fiercely beat!
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