Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

Even Jian Bufan laughed at Bai Sen’s words.

"You want to help him?" Bai Sen glanced at Jian Bufan, his brow furrowing. He was wary of Jian Bufan.

"Rest assured, I won’t interfere. I just want to see how many moves it takes for you to defeat him, that’s all." Jian Bufan said, hugging his Flying Snow Sword and shrugging. The smile on his face grew wider.

"Good, as long as you don’t help!" Bai Sen smirked coldly. Ye Wushuang was in the Qi Vortex Realm, while he was at the True Essence First Layer. A chasm of an entire Grand Realm separated them. If Jian Bufan didn’t interfere, then Ye Wushuang would definitely pay the price today!

"You damned bastard, you dare hit me? You dare hit me!" Yuan Mei clutched her swollen, blood-soaked face as she scrambled up from the ground, her expression savage.

Her beautiful eyes shot out a venomous glare as she shrieked, "Bai Sen, cripple Ye Wushuang for me! Sever his limbs, then kill that bitch! I’ll owe you a favor."

Hearing this, Bai Sen’s brow furrowed, but he ignored Yuan Mei. He turned to glance at Lee Tongtian, who gave a slight nod.

"Fine. I’ll cripple him and leave him for you to deal with." Bai Sen smiled coldly. With a flash, he charged toward Ye Wushuang.

"You want to cripple me? Then bring it!" Ye Wushuang’s expression turned grave. This was his first time fighting a True Essence Realm expert; he couldn’t afford to be the least bit careless.

BOOM!

Ye Wushuang also strode forward, launching a punch across the distance. A massive golden Fist Seal, domineering and tyrannical, blasted through the air with terrifying power and speed, parting the air and creating two distinct currents that shot off to the sides.

"Is that all you’ve got? If so, you’re not even worth my time!" Bai Sen sneered, paying it no mind. A terrifying wave of True Essence Energy erupted from his body, like a True Dragon ascending to the heavens.

He shot skyward, his sharp aura soaring like a peerless sword. His robes whipped about and his black hair danced wildly, making him look like a supreme Sword God standing in the void. A terrifying storm of energy swirled above his head, stirring the clouds and whipping up a gale.

The sheer intensity of his aura made the faces of the other young Cultivators change, and they quickly retreated more than ten meters.

There were two main differences that set the True Essence Realm apart from the Qi Vortex Realm:

First, those in the True Essence Realm could fly, while those in the Qi Vortex Realm could not.

Second was the transformation of power. True Qi was continuously compressed, and this quantitative change led to a qualitative one, ultimately creating the far more terrifying True Essence. The destructive power of an equal amount of True Qi versus True Essence was like the difference between heaven and earth.

Thus, it was nearly impossible for an ordinary Qi Vortex Realm Cultivator to cross this chasm and defeat someone in the True Essence Realm.

Ye Wushuang, however, was different.

The Chaos Dragon Tomb had granted him a unique physique, and the Heaven-Devouring Dragon Technique had given him a special Dragon Spirit True Qi. Fighting a True Essence Realm expert was not entirely out of the question.

Today, he would put it to the test. He would fight!

BOOM!

As if sensing Ye Wushuang’s will to battle, the eighty-one golden vortexes deep within his Dantian trembled, and a torrential surge of golden Dragon Spirit True Qi flooded his entire body.

"Heaven-Filling Sword Rain!" Bai Sen barked coldly from mid-air. Like a Sword God, he formed a hand seal, and a rain of swords bloomed in the void, covering the sky. It transformed into specks of dazzling, brilliant golden light.

"A Spirit-Level Low-Grade Combat Skill: Heaven-Filling Sword Rain!"

"That’s Senior Brother Bai Sen’s ultimate move! Ye Wushuang has nowhere to run."

"Arrogant people always pay the price. Senior Brother Bai Sen will definitely teach Ye Wushuang a lesson."

Seeing the incredibly valiant Bai Sen, the group of young people watching from a distance was delighted and immediately started taunting Ye Wushuang. Before, Ye Wushuang had intimidated them and told them to scram with just a single burst of his aura.

It had been a deep humiliation for them!

But now, Bai Sen had finally made his move. His immense strength was more than enough to make Ye Wushuang pay, and it allowed them to vent their frustrations.

"Cripple him! Cripple him!"

Seeing this, Yuan Mei also began to scream, her face twisted in a gleeful grimace, as if she could already see the scene of Ye Wushuang being pierced by a thousand swords.

"I’ll give you one move. Let’s see how you handle it!"

Bai Sen was immensely pleased with himself. He thrust his palm downward and spat out a single word: "Kill!"

As the word fell, a sharp Sword Light enveloped Ye Wushuang. The sword rain fell densely, and the world was filled with a golden hue!

The punch Ye Wushuang had just thrown was instantly annihilated.

However, Ye Wushuang showed no fear. On the contrary, a sharp, disdainful aura rippled out from his body, and his entire presence became wild and tyrannical.

"What Heaven-Filling Sword Rain? I’ll shatter it with a single punch!" he declared coldly, his own sharp aura flaring. He swung his fist, punching toward the sky. The veins on his arm bulged, filled with power.

An invincible Fist Seal shot upward. A Tyrant Dragon roared at the heavens, looking down on the world with contempt, its dominance absolute in all directions.

RUMBLE!

The moment the Barbaric Tyrant Dragon Fist was unleashed, the void rippled with a terrifying Dragon Power. The tyrannical Fist Force spread out like an Unparalleled Divine Saber, and the brilliant Sword Light shattered in an instant, like starlight being snuffed out.

The smiles on the faces of the once-delighted crowd froze.

With a single punch, Ye Wushuang had shattered the Heaven-Filling Sword Rain. Bai Sen’s ultimate move was broken in one blow!

Bai Sen’s expression turned ugly.

’How is this possible? How could my attack have been so pathetically weak?’

"Heaven-Filling Sword Rain? Flashy but without substance. Gaudy, overly ornate, and pathetically weak. And you thought you could defeat me in one move with that? You think too highly of yourself."

Ye Wushuang’s taunt was cold. Heaven-Filling Sword Rain was a joke, yet Bai Sen thought he could defeat him in one blow with it. ’Pathetic!’

Hearing this, the crowd blushed with shame. The attack that had seemed so powerful in their eyes was worth only a single punch from Ye Wushuang—defeated with one blow.

’Ye Wushuang... he’s so strong!’

Only then did they begin to re-evaluate Ye Wushuang.

Bai Sen also looked livid from the taunt.

"Ye Wushuang, you’ve enraged me! You will pay the price!"

Bai Sen roared.

"Hmph. I don’t like people looking down on me when they talk. Get down here." With a sudden step, Ye Wushuang shot forward like a bolt of lightning.

With a cold shout, an Immortal Dragon Mountain materialized above Bai Sen’s head, descending with unparalleled suppressive might.

"That’s... the Dragon Emperor Mountain Sealing Stamp!"

Seeing the attack in the void, Lee Tongtian, who had been watching quietly from the side, felt his pupils shrink. A look of deep disbelief bloomed in his eyes.

Wasn’t the Combat Skill Ye Wushuang was using the Dragon Emperor Mountain Sealing Stamp—the same Spirit-Level Combat Skill that he, Lee Tongtian, had failed to master even after two months of Cultivation?

’But now Ye Wushuang has not only learned it, he’s reached Great Success with it? How is that possible?’

’By what right?’

’Could it be... that my talent is inferior to his?’

Lee Tongtian roared inwardly, desperately denying the thought!

BOOM!

The Immortal Dragon Mountain radiated a brilliant golden light that pierced in all directions, its suppressive power enveloping Bai Sen.

However, in the next second, something strange happened. Bai Sen gave a cold smile, and his body abruptly vanished from the void.

At this, Ye Wushuang’s eyes narrowed!

Bai Sen had suddenly disappeared. It was so abrupt!

But a thick killing intent now permeated the void, sending a chill down one’s spine.

Everyone could feel this killing intent. It was as if they were being watched by a vicious beast lying in wait in the void, ready to claim their lives at any moment.

At the side, Jian Bufan’s brow furrowed, then his expression changed drastically. He hurriedly shouted a warning to Ye Wushuang, "Be careful! This is Bai Sen’s terrifying killing move, Shadow Kill!"