Chapter 1581: Chapter 699: The Death of Beileng! Princess Sha Yan Divorced?
At the moment Lanling made his move, Elder Mokan unleashed incredibly powerful energy, directly sweeping towards Lanling.
He not only wanted to imprison Lanling but also make him suffocate, shatter all of his veins completely.
Just like a shocking tsunami suddenly crashing upon the wave play along the shore.
His incredibly powerful energy seemed to hit a terrifying force, more accurately, two forces.
The Little Rakshasa King, Elder Lu Zhuo!
The energy field released by these two people actively blocked Elder Mokan’s attack.
On the surface, it seemed like nothing happened, yet the entire hall was like a giant storm of energy had mysteriously swept past.
Elder Mokan shot his gaze, sharp as lightning, towards the Little Rakshasa King, attempting to suppress him with his presence.
However, the Little Rakshasa King simply responded with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.
After castrating Princely Heir Beileng, Lanling inserted the Star Magic Meteorite Dagger back into its sheath, then looked towards Elder Mokan and smiled a bit.
The battle for the throne has always been bloody—since it has begun, it’s a fight to the death until one side falls completely, no one can voluntarily stop.
Some people are truly amusing; they initiate the scramble for the throne, make the first move, and still hope the opponent will show mercy.
This Elder Mokan even attempted to use his power and influence to threaten Lanling.
He threatened Lanling? If you don’t let go of my son, I will tear you limb from limb and annihilate you.
Yet, even if Lanling spared his son, he would still seek any opportunity to tear Lanling limb from limb and annihilate him—won’t he let Lanling off?
Elder Mokan glanced at his son, who was twitching on the ground, and his face twitched.
His son was essentially ruined.
With deep, terrifying eyes, he stared fixedly at the Little Rakshasa King.
The Little Rakshasa King leaned lazily back on the Golden Throne, saying, “Uncle, do you have anything else to discuss?”
Elder Mokan suddenly let out a sinister laugh, “Since this unfilial son has made such a grave mistake, there’s no need to keep him, let’s execute him directly.”
Then he stepped forward and gently drew his palm across the neck of his own son, Beileng.
A chorus of gasps erupted from the many people in the hall.
The twitching Princely Heir Beileng’s head was severed live.
“Father, don’t…” Beileng never imagined that after having his four limbs shattered and being castrated, his father Mokan would actually kill him with his own hands—the prior events didn’t compare to the psychological shock of this moment; before he could let out a cry, his head had already been severed.
Lanling’s face suddenly twitched.
This old rascal is ruthless—the tiger, though cruel, won’t consume its cubs, yet he killed his own son in front of everyone.
Beileng isn’t just his flesh and blood, he’s his heir.
Moreover, by killing his own son with his own hands, he’s announcing to the world that he and the Little Rakshasa King are locked in an unending battle until one side falls completely, even the Rakshasa King can’t stop it now.
Princess Sha Yan also felt a chill seeing this scene.
Of course, she’s ruthless too—she once personally killed her fiancé Nai Shu. Yet at that time, Nai Shu deserved his death, and it was as if she was carrying out divine justice.
But now Elder Mokan uses his own son as a weapon, personally kills his son to strike fear into everyone, especially the Little Rakshasa King.
The Little Rakshasa King continued to watch this coldly, inwardly cursing the old rascal for his treachery.
Originally, Elder Mokan initiated the fight for the throne, which put him at fault among the Rakshasa Royal Family, which is the original sin.
But by killing his son, he suddenly becomes justified. His own son died at the hands of the Little Rakshasa King—shouldn’t he oppose you? Shouldn’t he be your enemy?
In this way, the entire Rakshasa Royal Family would forget Elder Mokan initiated the fight for the throne; forget he actively attacked the Little Rakshasa King.
After all, his heir is dead—what more could he do?
“Lanling, I, Mokan, swear to the Divine Demon above, I will destroy you, destroy your family, and annihilate your entire clan!” Elder Mokan said word by word before leaving.
However, while speaking these words, he was staring at the Little Rakshasa King.
The first battle for the throne, watched by all, concluded.
Against all expectations, the presumed dead Lanling remained alive, while the powerful Princely Heir Beileng died, and died incredibly miserably.
Before dying, his limbs were shattered, and his vital organ was castrated.
Upon learning this outcome, everyone was silent with fear. Get full chapters from 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝙣𝙚𝙩
Especially learning that Elder Mokan personally killed his own son, the temperature throughout Rakshasa City seemed to drop several degrees.
The number of pedestrians on the city’s streets halved, and the clouds in the sky seemed to press lower.
No one dared to speak loudly, completely anticipating a gathering storm. Almost everyone felt a bloody storm was about to hit.
The Yun E Clan, headquarters of the Demon Alliance!
Prince You Ming quickly received all the news from Rakshasa City.
His appearance and demeanor were the polar opposite of the Little Rakshasa King.
The Little Rakshasa King seemed like a statue, with almost no expression, not even moving his eyes much.
While Prince You Ming’s face communicated with every expression.
His eyebrows, eye corners, nose tip, and mouth corners all expressed what he wanted to convey.
In terms of facial beauty level, he and the Little Rakshasa King were on par.