Outside Of Time

Chapter 1365 I’ll Bloom When Other Flowers Are to Be Withered and Gone (1)

Chapter 1365 I’ll Bloom When Other Flowers Are to Be Withered and Gone (1)

??That sentence had been said by the Human Emperor several times today.

Every time, it would make the Eleventh Prince's heart sink a little, but now it seemed to have sunk to the depths.

At this moment, his face was pale, instinctively retreating several steps, his body trembling, his eyes filled with confusion, and disbelief.

The Human Emperor was still calm and composed, showing no change in expression.

No matter what the Eleventh Prince showed, what trump cards he displayed, everything seemed like a farce to the Human Emperor.

Hence, the Human Emperor didn't get anyone to suppress the Eleventh Prince from the start and allowed him to cause trouble.

Clearly, in his heart, all of this was just a kid throwing a tantrum in front of his parents.

If the parents didn't care, then so be it. After crying for a while, the resentment would be gone. At that time, he would still be an obedient child.

However, if the parents were unhappy, the child would inevitably suffer and be taught a lesson by the parents.

After teaching the child a lesson, they would know that an afraid child is an obedient child as well.

As for the external enemies summoned by the child, it was nothing much. It was fishing to begin with. No matter how many he caught, he would just knock them down.

This attitude and gaze formed a sense of despair that suffocated the Eleventh Prince.

He felt that his breathing wasn't smooth and his chest was extremely congested. His originally firm heart also shattered.

An indescribable sense of powerlessness couldn't help but grow in his shattered heart. It swept through his entire body and finally transformed into a mouthful of blood that he spat out.

"How did it become like this…"

"How can you be a Peak Ruler…"

"How could the curse lose its effect…"

The Eleventh Prince was in a daze. His eyes were bloodshot and his body trembled even more intensely.

All his preparations were insignificant in front of the other party.

He had paid a heavy price to cooperate with the nonhuman race but they were killed by the Human Emperor with a single palm strike.

His series of items, from the scroll of resentment to the blood, had all become toys.

The Human Emperor did not even move.

He was like a mountain that supported the world!

If he didn't collapse, then the world of the human race wouldn't collapse!

This feeling was incomparably intense. Not only did it appear in the Eleventh Prince's heart, but it also rose intensely in the hearts of the surrounding ministers and the commoners in the Imperial City.

However, the Eleventh Prince was still unwilling!

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the Human Emperor. Under the calm gaze of the Human Emperor, his heart felt as though it was burning with fire. In the end, flames erupted throughout his body and filled his mind.

He suddenly raised his right hand and waved it forward.

Immediately, an ancient painting appeared out of thin air in front of him!

In the painting, there was a woman.

This woman wore a simple blue dress, quite plain, and had no decorations in her hair. Her appearance was delicate, with a mischievous charm in her eyebrows and eyes. A subtle smile adorned her lips, revealing a playful demeanor.

Although she might not be considered extraordinarily beautiful, there was something unique about her. There was a sparkle in her eyes that conveyed her lively personality.

It was the painting that depicted the Eleventh Prince and Ning Yan's biological mother hanging in Ning Yan's residence!

It was unknown who created this portrait but it was very lifelike, even capturing the reflections within the pupils.

While the details were somewhat blurred and unclear, the outline within the pupils of the portrait seemed to depict an altar…

Looking at the painting, Xu Qing sighed softly. He recalled how Ning Yan had cried in front of this painting back then.

When he looked at the painting again, Xu Qing felt a little rueful. At the same time, his gaze suddenly landed on the pupils of the person in the painting. The outline of the altar that was vaguely reflected in them made him feel a little familiar.

At the next instant, Xu Qing's pupils contracted.

That altar was a pentagon. It actually looked extremely similar to the altar he had destroyed earlier.

This scene caused Xu Qing's core to tremble.

"Mystic War!"

The Eleventh Prince shouted with a distorted expression. At this moment, he had completely thrown caution to the wind and glared at the Human Emperor.

The Human Emperor fell silent and shifted his gaze away from the Eleventh Prince to the painting. As he stared at the woman in the painting, his expression stirred and there was a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

"Mystic War, this is the last gift I prepared for you!"

The Eleventh Prince's voice was like a sharp blade that wanted to cut through the world.

"All my actions today, even my reason for joining forces with a foreign race is to take revenge for my mother!"

"I don't mind about race or righteousness. I don't need the status of a prince either. I know that my actions will be despised and hated by countless people, but I… can't care about those!"

"Whether the world collapses or the race is exterminated, it has nothing to do with me! From the beginning to the end, I only wanted to do one thing, and that is to kill you!"

The Eleventh Prince's voice was heart-rending and the stench of blood filled the air.

"Today, I, Ning Chang, yet have to ask the ministers of the human race!"

"You all know that although the Human Emperor Mirror Cloud proposed the concept of the Sun of Dawn, it hadn't been developed in tens of thousands of years. The progress was slow."

"It's my mother. With her peerless talent, even with a mortal body, she structured all the operations inside!"

"It was my mother who didn't hesitate to spend her lifespan and life force to bring forward the birth of the Sun of Dawn by at least 30,000 years for the human race, the Human Emperor, and all of you!"

"It was my mother who raised the Creation Manor's research on gods to a level comparable to the powerful races!"