In an instant, everyone was frozen. The Demon Emperor only felt a pain in his chest. His whole body seemed to have been thrown into an ice cellar and surrounded by countless ice cubes. The Demon Emperor struggled to pull his father, who was smiling just a moment ago.
Sleeves, moaning in a low voice: "Daddy, Yu'er Leng..."
It turned out that that day, it was my father’s old scandal that came to visit me.
The Demon King was hit with a palm, and cold poison invaded his internal organs. Although he was able to survive for three days relying on pure Yang energy under the full treatment of the elders of the Zhao family, he was still immersed in pain.
The Demon Emperor's father kept searching for the miracle doctor and asking for his help, so that the Demon Emperor could finally save his life.
However, although his life was restored, the cold poison could not be eliminated. Every few months or half a year, the cold poison would attack. Every time it happened, it was like a narrow escape, and it often made the Demon King wish he could bite a piece of steel into pieces.
Tooth, to alleviate the pain a little bit.
If it was just such painful torture, the Demon King would have accepted it. It was nothing more than pain and bone-chilling coldness. There was no way he could bear it alone. At most, it was just a matter of training his will.
However... what I never imagined was that every time the cold poison attacks, the vitality that the Demon Emperor has gained through hard training will disappear overnight. Even if the Demon Emperor is unwilling, he has to accept this reality. From now on, he will never
Nor can he break through the realm he reached when he was three years old, which is the lowest realm.
Moreover, due to the destruction of the cold poison in the body, the demon emperor's internal organs are abnormally weak. An ordinary person can practice a set of sword moves for an hour, but the demon emperor will be out of breath and sweating profusely in no more than a quarter of an hour.
Therefore, even though he was familiar with the Zhao family's sword moves, he was still unable to display his due strength.
When the Demon King was feeling sad, suddenly, a harsh young man's voice came: "Hahahahahahaha... look, that is not my original genius, who was so favored and was called the hope of the Zhao family.
Dear brother? Why are you using a wooden sword here? Hahahahaha...Come on, come on, your dog eyes are wide open and you can see clearly, there is an unparalleled genius boy standing opposite you..."
The Demon Emperor turned around angrily and saw a young man with a dragon crown on his head, a green python robe, and a white jade bone landscape painting fan in his hand. He looked like a playboy and a romantic second generation ancestor. This man was the Demon Emperor's eldest uncle.
His son, his cousin, Zhao Fei.
"Hahaha... Young Master Zhao Fei, are you kidding me? Such a waste who has never made a breakthrough in physical training can actually be the hope of the Zhao family? Will he be an unparalleled genius boy? According to the young people, only
Young Master Zhao Fei, you are the future of the Zhao family. What use can such a waste have?" Behind Zhao Fei, a groveling servant with a flattering look on his face looked at the Demon King with disdain on his face and laughed loudly.
road.
"Even... such a loser dares to say that he is the genius boy of the Zhao family and the hope of the Zhao family? Bah, you are not ashamed. Compared with our young master Zhao Fei, you are nothing.
!" Another tall and evil slave behind Zhao Fei also said with a look of disgust.
"Haha... How could you two hurt my poor brother's fragile heart so directly? He is a genius... Haha..."