Chapter 451 Father and Son

The great emperor got what he wanted and saw that the pair of royal horns that had not grown on his youngest son's head grew out under the infusion of the eight-branched scale dragon's demonic power. He was ecstatic and his old face was full of joy.

"My son, it's like this, it's like this." He couldn't help but praise him repeatedly, and the golden cloak behind him seemed to be psychic, flying up proudly, and the eight-branched scale dragon totem on it twisted in the wind like a living thing.

"Father."

"Son."

Father and son looked at each other, with only happiness in their eyes.

But in the next moment, the great emperor's joy seemed to be suddenly frozen, and his expression suddenly became numb.

In front of the great emperor.

The eighth prince, who had just grown a pair of short horns, began to transform into a spirit beast uncontrollably. His body became more and more sturdy, his muscles bulged like a hill, and the pair of horns on his head became longer and longer, sharp as a steel fork, and his eyes were red like a beast, like an angry stag.

"Ah!"

The eighth prince roared to the sky, his voice was like an animal but not a human.

The transformation into a spirit beast continued, and gray-black scales grew on his exposed skin, and gray demonic patterns flashed on each scale, which was so terrifying.

Swish!

The clothes on his back were torn, and a dorsal fin like a dragon scale grew out, and there was a dragon scale tail behind him that was several feet long.

The Eighth Prince shook the dragon scale tail behind him, and a large piece of gray-black demonic energy flew around. His eyes were bloodshot, staring at the emperor in front of him.

"Who am I? Where am I? Who are you?"

"Son, I am your father, and you are my only prince with two horns. You are the future of the East China Sea Palace and the future ruler of the dragon scale clan." The emperor explained gently and patiently, trying to awaken the Eighth Prince's original consciousness.

"You are lying, you are different from me, I have scales, and you don't. We are not the same kind, I want to eat you." The Eighth Prince roared, completely unable to listen to the emperor's words, and completely unable to recognize that the person in front of him was his father.

When the emperor heard this, tears immediately burst out of his eyes.

He has been the ruler of the East China Sea Palace for hundreds of years, and he has seen all kinds of ups and downs.

Five hundred years ago, when the clone of the Eight-branched Scaled Dragon was beheaded, he did not cry. Three hundred years ago, when he fought a decisive battle with the Shark Tooth Tribe at its peak, he lost three brothers and two entire expedition fleets, but he did not cry. Just a few years ago, after he had a serious illness, his health deteriorated, and he still did not cry when he learned that he would not live long.

Now, his youngest son, who he gave all his hopes to, had an accident when he accepted the fate of the Eight-branched Scaled Dragon. He no longer had the calmness and noble and cold style that a great emperor should have.

He was a little panicked and at a loss, and tears could not help washing his rough cheeks.

"Son, look carefully, I am your father." The great emperor said almost in a pleading tone.

At this moment, he was just an ordinary father, a father who placed all his hopes on his son.

The irrational Eighth Prince completely ignored the Emperor's pleading. At this moment, he was about ten feet tall and as strong as a beast. The originally tall Emperor was like a child in front of him.

Whoosh!

The Eighth Prince took a step forward, his huge body was extremely flexible, and he came to the front of the Emperor.

He quickly stretched out an arm covered with gray-black scales, and the nails of his claws were as sharp as forks. He grabbed the Emperor's neck and lifted it up. The Emperor hung there like a chicken caught by an eagle.

Suffocation!

The Emperor's face was suffocated to purple, and the sharp nails of the Eighth Prince, who had transformed into a dragon, pierced his neck, and blood flowed out, staining his golden python robe red.

Pain!

The Emperor's heart was stabbed fiercely and mercilessly.

The pain in the neck was nothing, he felt sorry for his son. Although he was now in his twilight years, with his cultivation in the second level of Daoming Realm, he still had enough resistance to instantly injure the Eighth Prince, who had transformed into a dragon, or even kill him.

Despair!

This youngest son, who was his only hope, had now turned into an irrational beast, which made him despair. He despaired of his own fate and the fate of the Scaled Dragon Clan. He would rather die in the hands of his most beloved son than hurt or kill him personally, and he was unwilling to see the result of the Scaled Dragon Clan's collapse without successors.

He looked at his son with his old eyes, and his tears blurred his vision. He could not see the person in front of him clearly. In the blur, he seemed to see the childish son who would suck his fingers when eating candy and act coquettishly to him a few years ago.

"Xiaobao, I am your daddy."

He called the nickname of the eighth prince, but he could only do it in his heart. His neck was tightly grasped by the eighth prince's claws, and he could not make a sound.

The long-term suffocation made the great emperor lose the ability to resist. His limbs were like dry willow branches, drooping weakly.

"Dang!"

A small object slipped from his sleeves and hit the crystal floor, making a crisp sound.

It was a round white jade pendant, with no carvings on the surface, smooth as a mirror, and warm as water. It was tied with a red knot in the shape of a cross, and the style was ordinary. It did not have the nobility that a royal treasure should have, but it looked like something from an ordinary family, ordinary but warm.

It just so happened that the round jade pendant rolled onto the toes of the eighth prince, whose feet had already transformed into a spirit beast like an eagle's claw.

The spirit beast-like eighth prince was attracted by the subtle movement, and he looked down.

The warm white color of the jade pendant and the ordinary red color of the knot caught his eyes.

His eyes, which were originally full of blood, seemed to have been given an antidote, and most of the scarlet color faded away in an instant.

He murmured: "Jade pendant, little treasure, father, gift."

…

When the Eighth Prince was only five years old, his mother taught him how to weave the knot, and tied it on a white jade pendant as a birthday gift for the Great Emperor.

"Mother, will Father like this gift that Xiaobao gave him?" The child held the jade pendant he had strung in both hands, blinked his big innocent eyes, and asked with hope.

"Of course you will. Your father loves Xiaobao the most. I believe that in the near future, your father will take you back to the Grand Palace." The mother-in-law in gorgeous clothes said kindly.

"Then please ask my mother and concubine to give this gift to my father. I wish my father eternal life and always be good to Xiaobao." The child said happily.

The next day, the gift was delivered to the emperor.

"This is the best birthday gift I have ever received. Tell Xiaobao that as a father, I will always be kind to him until I die." The emperor said casually with a happy face.

"On this happy birthday, you are talking nonsense." The imperial concubine said with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Hahaha."

The emperor disagreed and laughed heartily. After looking at it carefully, he put the jade pendant away close to his body. He murmured in his heart: "Xiaobao, my son, as long as you are good and successfully inherit the throne of the East China Sea Grand Palace, my father will be at ease even if he dies."

…

Just when the Eighth Prince's consciousness regained some clarity, his grip on the Emperor's neck loosened slightly.

He took a breath.

The great emperor seemed to have just had a nightmare, like a nightmare falling into an endless abyss.

"What are you doing? You are still the emperor of the Grand Palace, still the leader of the Scale Dragon Tribe, and still Xiaobao's father. How can you give up so easily? The powerful emperor kept asking himself in his heart.

"It's fate, Mr. Yamato said when he left. It takes enough destiny to withstand the fate brought down by Mr. Yamato." He whispered.

Immediately, he raised his hands to cover the sharp claws that were still holding his neck. He exerted force with his hands and said, "Xiaobao, my father is sorry for you."

A powerful force of true energy gathered on his hands. It was a powerful force that could only be achieved by cultivation in the Daoming realm. It was enough to build mountains.

"Click."

Transformed into a spirit beast, the Eighth Prince's fingers were torn off.

The Great Emperor broke free from the Eighth Prince's imprisonment in an instant.

The Eighth Prince was enraged by the sharp pain coming from his fingers. His eyes, which had been clear just now, suddenly turned blood red again.

"Ouch!"

The ferocious beast roared with vengeance, waving its sharp claws and grabbing at the great emperor.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk.

The sharp claws rubbed the air, leaving claw marks.

The great emperor retreated sharply.

While flying backwards, he used both hands to twist the wheel-like magic formula.

On the fingertips, blood lines flew around. They were the power of his essence and blood, which blessed the essence of life.

"Don't you have enough destiny? I'll give you mine." The great emperor said loudly, with only determination in his eyes without any hesitation.

I saw that the blood lines on his hands actually looked like a blood-scale dragon about a foot in size. The blood-scale dragon had eight heads and was lifelike.

"change!"

The Great Emperor gave a clear drink and used the art of blood-soul transmutation.

The eight-headed blood-scaled dragon, which was about a foot in size, instantly turned into countless lines of blood and pounced on the rushing Eighth Prince.

The distance was too close, and the eighth prince who transformed into a spirit beast subconsciously stretched out his arms to protect his face.

Those blood lines fell on his body, sizzling, steaming, and then sank directly under the eighth prince's skin.

A warmth penetrated the eighth prince's body, like spring breeze or nectar.

After a while, the eighth prince's spirit-beast body began to shrink, gradually returning to the appearance of a young man.

At this time, the Eighth Prince's aura was thicker than before, and his power was greatly increased.

"Father! Is this what it is?" the Eighth Prince asked when he saw the exhausted Emperor standing across from him with one hand on the ground, and quickly stepped forward to help him.

"Nothing? Xiaobao, you are the only one who is good to me. Daddy, I can do anything."

The great emperor at this moment is just a father.

"Father."

"son."

Father and son hug.

…

At the entrance of Feng Mingyuan.

A golden figure flashed, and the golden-robed eldest prince was the first to run out.

Afterwards, the second prince in red robe, the third prince in purple robe, and the fifth prince in green robe and the sixth prince in blue robe also ran out of Feng Mingyuan's cave one after another.

At this time, the five people had recovered a lot from their previous extreme fatigue.

"Brother, look across the way. It's Boluo's expedition fleet. Boluo is on board. Why didn't he follow the plan he had agreed with us before and outflank it from behind?" The third prince in purple robe pointed at the ships on the sea. General Boro said.

The golden-robed eldest prince raised his eyes and looked carefully, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"This? This?" The golden-robed eldest prince, who was usually very eloquent, was dumbfounded.

His horrified eyes saw.

The cannon muzzles on the opposite expedition fleet were all pointing at this place, and the leader, Boro, was making a gesture to prepare to fire.

Several other princes also instantly realized the danger of the situation.

"It's his grandma's fault. Is this old man Boluo going to rebel?" the red-robed second prince said angrily. Red demonic energy rolled around him, glaring angrily.

"What's going on?" The fifth and sixth princes asked in unison, and they both moved closer.

"Is Boro going to deal with us?" The purple-robed third prince said with a stern expression.