Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

The moment the Mad Demon Sword emerged, Ye Wushuang seemed a mad demon incarnate. With a single move, the heavens and earth warped, and the void itself trembled!

Sensing this aura, Jian Bufan’s eyes flashed, and the Flying Snow Sword he held in his arms began to hum incessantly!

At this moment, Ye Wushuang was truly powerful!

His was the Mad Demon Sword—a style that embraced the creed "go mad or die." It was slaughterous, ice-cold, and utterly frenzied, leaving the crowd breathless!

This was Ye Wushuang’s true power. The Mad Demon Profound Meaning was so intense it made the blood of the onlookers boil with excitement.

"Mad Demon Sword!"

With a cold cry, a murderous aura filled the world. A magnificent flash of sword light rippled out in a brilliant arc, enveloping Lee Tongtian.

Its invincible edge overshadowed all else. The Mad Demon Profound Meaning saturated the air, making the once-imposing Lee Tongtian seem utterly insignificant.

The sword flash was blinding, sending a violent tremor through Lee Tongtian’s heart. Faced with this sudden, terrifying strike, he was overcome with a profound sense of powerlessness!

At this moment, he was deeply wary of Ye Wushuang. He simply couldn’t see through his sword technique!

’Retreat! I have to retreat!’

The silver longspear trembled as he unleashed Meteor Kill. A sky full of spear afterimages rained down like a meteor shower, but they weren’t aimed at Ye Wushuang. They were summoned merely to block this one attack.

However.

The Mad Demon Sword was relentless. Like Ye Wushuang’s own unshakeable will, it annihilated everything in its path and continued crashing down toward Lee Tongtian.

An overwhelming sense of impending death engulfed Lee Tongtian, filling him with terror. He hastily raised his silver longspear to defend himself.

BOOM!

The Mad Demon Sword slammed down on the silver longspear. BANG! The spear shuddered violently before being driven back into Lee Tongtian’s chest.

PTHOO!

Lee Tongtian coughed up a great mouthful of blood as his body was sent flying. His eyes were wide with shock. Only now did he seem to understand: he wasn’t the one who would make Ye Wushuang feel regret. It was the other way around!

Just as Jian Bufan had said, his claim of making Ye Wushuang regret his actions was nothing more than him asking for his own humiliation.

BOOM!

Before the crowd could even process what had happened, Lee Tongtian flipped into the air and began treading on the void, fleeing in the direction of Windless Plaza.

The onlookers stared blankly, a strange light flickering in their eyes.

Just moments before, Lee Tongtian had swaggered in, looking for trouble. He had repeatedly proclaimed that Ye Wushuang had made him lose face by crippling his woman, and he was here to cripple Ye Wushuang in return to regain his honor.

And now, in a pathetic turn of events, he was fleeing in disgrace. The so-called "face" he claimed to care so much about had been tossed aside as if it were worthless.

’Run!’

Seeing Lee Tongtian flee, his followers didn’t dare to linger. They quickly scattered.

Only Yuan Mei remained, staring blankly at the spot. The man she had been so proud of, her greatest backer, had been defeated. He had abandoned her and fled all by himself!

A desolate feeling washed over her. She had thought Lee Tongtian was here to avenge her, but in the end, it turned out he had only been interested in the secret she carried.

"I hate you! I hate you!" Yuan Mei shot a venomous glare at Ye Wushuang and turned to flee in a panic. ’It’s better to live in disgrace for now,’ she thought. ’One day, I will kill Ye Wushuang.’

However.

How could Ye Wushuang possibly let her go?

"I could spare anyone else, but not you. I can’t do it." Ye Wushuang’s killing intent flared as he brandished a Sword of Death and stepped into the air after her.

Just moments ago, Yuan Mei had intended to capture Ye Rou and have her violated by a crowd. He had seared that malicious intent into his mind. How could he possibly let her go?

’Die!’

The Life-Taking Sword flashed, striking terror into Yuan Mei.

"No!" Yuan Mei shrieked in terror, her voice as shrill as a Fierce Ghost. "Ye Wushuang, this is the Sect! You’ll be punished if you kill me!"

"You’ll be dead long before any punishment arrives." Ye Wushuang’s resolve to kill was unshakable.

"Xiaoshuang, don’t be reckless!" Ye Rou cried out when she heard Yuan Mei’s plea. She knew exactly why her brother was so furious, but she didn’t want him to face any punishment.

"Brother Ye!"

Yang Qing’er, Qiu Mo, and Jian Bufan also tried to stop him.

But Ye Wushuang’s obstinance was like the very sword he wielded. He cared not for right or wrong, for what he should or shouldn’t do. Once his mind was made up, he would forge ahead, unstoppable!

The Life-Taking Sword was a blade of pure Slaughter. A chilling killing intent filled the air, leaving Yuan Mei powerless to resist.

"Ye Wushuang, don’t kill me! I’ll tell you the secrets of the Secret Realm! It has many trea—"

SHLICK!

Before Yuan Mei could finish her sentence, her head was already flying through the air. It mattered not if you were a peerless beauty; if you touched his reverse scale, he would turn you into a pile of bones!

"I don’t need your secrets. I only wanted your life," Ye Wushuang said coldly, staring at the headless corpse on the ground.

Nearby, Qiu Mo and Jian Bufan could only smile wryly.

Yang Qing’er, on the other hand, looked worried.

But Ye Rou’s heart was filled with warmth. For her sake, Ye Wushuang had killed in a rage.

Three years ago, Ye Rou had always been the one protecting Ye Wushuang. Now, he was the one protecting her. Anyone who dared to cause her the slightest harm would surely die. It was just as he had told their father, Ye Xuan: Ye Rou was his very life!

The group of fleeing youths turned their heads just in time to see a human head flying toward them.

They recognized the head. It was Yuan Mei’s!

’Ye Wushuang actually killed her!’

Seeing this, they fled in even greater terror.

It wasn’t just them; Lee Tongtian was also fleeing far into the distance. No one else knew just how powerful that last sword strike had been. It had felt like his internal organs had been displaced, and several of his ribs were broken.

"Ye Wushuang, I will never let you get away with this!" PTHOO! As he spoke, he spat another jet of blood. It fell like a crimson rain, but he was unaware that it had splattered onto a fat cat below.

This particular fat cat was lounging comfortably in the arms of a graceful woman, enjoying her gentle caresses. But a drop of blood from the sky just had to land on the white fur right next to its crafty-looking eyes, completely ruining its mood.

One can only imagine how furious this fat cat was!

"Son of a bitch! You damn brat, can’t you find a better place to spit your blood? How dare you spit on Lord Cat! You’re asking for a beating, aren’t you?"

The Dragon Cat roared, looking ready to throw down.

"Where did this mutt come from? Die!" The humiliation of his defeat to Ye Wushuang had already left a ball of fury simmering in Lee Tongtian’s chest, and this fat cat’s outburst was the spark that lit the fuse.

SWOOSH!

Immediately, a sharp glint of spear light shot down from the sky, aimed straight at the Dragon Cat.

Seeing this, the graceful woman’s brow furrowed slightly as she dodged out of the way.

BOOM!

The spear light struck the ground, shattering the bluestone steps. The destructive power was astounding; clearly, the attack had been intended to kill the Dragon Cat.

"Son of a bitch! You dare attack someone as handsome as Lord Cat? You must have a death wish! Hey, beautiful Qianling, do Lord Cat a favor and knock this clown out of the sky for me."

The Dragon Cat was livid. Besides Ye Wushuang, who had thrashed it before, not even the Beast World Master dared to lay a finger on it. For this guy to attack it? He was a dead man!

Hearing this, the woman named Qianling giggled, amused by the Dragon Cat’s antics.

Still, she didn’t remain idle. Honoring the Dragon Cat’s request, she waved her sleeve. A Spiritual Light shot toward the heavens, instantly transforming into a large net that enveloped Lee Tongtian.

Caught off guard and already severely injured, Lee Tongtian immediately plummeted from the sky. He slammed hard onto the ground, coughing up another mouthful of blood.

The Dragon Cat then very reluctantly left the woman’s fragrant embrace and waddled laboriously toward Lee Tongtian.

"Brat, didn’t you see how handsome Lord Cat is? Are your eyes on the back of your head?" the Dragon Cat growled, glaring at Lee Tongtian with a look of utter annoyance.

"You...!" Lee Tongtian glared back at the Dragon Cat, about to say something, but the cat stomped a paw right on his mouth.

"Son of a bitch! You dare curse Lord Cat, brat? Think Lord Cat can’t hear you?" Pinning Lee Tongtian’s mouth shut, the Dragon Cat used its other paw to repeatedly slap his face. WHAP! WHAP!

Lee Tongtian was about to go mad with hatred, nearly coughing up blood from sheer rage. He hadn’t even known what he was going to say, yet this fat cat somehow knew and was accusing him of cursing it. ’This is a deliberate frame-up!’

"Hee hee!" Seeing this, Qianling couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. "He’s the second-ranked prodigy of Broken Sword Peak, you know," she said. "Leave him a little bit of face!"

"Oh!" The Dragon Cat paused and turned to acknowledge her. But then it whipped back around and sent another paw swiping across Lee Tongtian’s face. THWACK! Lee Tongtian’s body went tumbling down the bluestone path.