Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

Four Spiritual Spring Powerhouses stood in the sky, positioned in four directions, coldly watching Ye Wushuang. The might of their Spirit Dao locked down the area, leaving him no path of escape—only death awaited.

COUGH, COUGH!

Ye Wushuang struggled to support himself, fresh blood trickling from the corners of his mouth.

SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH!

At the same time, the Disciples of the Demon Abyss quickly surrounded him. They stared at him with cold indifference, shouting, "Ye Wushuang, you’re at the end of your rope! Do you still intend to put up a futile struggle?"

Their shouts were filled with smugness, schadenfreude, and a hint of provocation!

Now, with four Demon Abyss powerhouses from the Spiritual Spring Realm present, Ye Wushuang’s death was certain. How could he possibly have the power to kill them? This realization gave them courage.

Meanwhile.

As the Spiritual Spring Powerhouses had arrived just in time to block Ye Wushuang’s attack, the mortal peril Chi Ba had felt in his heart vanished.

He let out a sigh of relief, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Turning to look at Ye Wushuang, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. "Ye Wushuang, this time, you will die for sure!"

"That’s right, Ye Wushuang must die!"

"We must make him die a horrible death!"

"Flay him alive! Use his skin to inscribe Demon Patterns!"

A group of Disciples chimed in coldly, their gazes like sharp daggers shooting from their beast-like eyes.

"Die for sure?"

Ye Wushuang watched the crowd mockingly. "Before, you were all scared shitless, and not one of you dared to fight. Now, you’re hiding behind four shameless old geezers, acting all high and mighty. Cowards!"

Each cold word that fell from Ye Wushuang’s lips, especially the last—’Cowards!’—was like a sharp slap across their faces, leaving a fiery sting.

To be called cowards by Ye Wushuang—the irony was immense. Several Disciples flushed red with anger and shouted back, unwilling to appear weak, "You’re too arrogant, Ye Wushuang! You’re just in the True Essence Realm. For us, killing you is as easy as crushing an ant."

"Crush me?"

Ye Wushuang sneered. "Is that so? Then step forward. I, Ye Wushuang, am standing right here. I’m waiting for you to come kill me!"

’Waiting for us to come kill him?’

Ye Wushuang’s response, his faint voice drifting on the wind, reached their ears.

A stir went through the crowd, and they grew restless, eager to act.

Before, Ye Wushuang had truly been powerful. Even when besieged by two supreme geniuses, he had managed to kill one of them. His terrifying Combat Power had struck fear into their hearts.

But now, Ye Wushuang had been gravely wounded by the Spiritual Spring Realm Elders. He was a broken man. Anyone here could kill him. What right did he have to be so arrogant?

’Does he still have a trump card up his sleeve?’

Everyone wondered, calculating their own risks, and once again they hesitated.

"You don’t even have the courage to fight, yet you talk of crushing me? Laughable!" Seeing their hesitation, Ye Wushuang sneered. Though he was at death’s door, it didn’t mean he was incapable of killing them.

’A pack of cowards, without even the courage to fight. What do I have to fear from them?’

In the sky, the four Elders watched the Disciples below, their gazes heavy and their hearts filled with rage. ’How did the Demon Abyss produce such a bunch of useless trash? They don’t even dare to face one heavily injured man.’

’Good-for-nothings! A whole pack of them!’

Seeing the Disciples remain motionless for so long, one of the Elders in the sky finally couldn’t hold back his anger and roared.

Instantly, the faces of the Disciples below burned with shame.

"Damn animal, putting on an act! I, Wei Dong, will erase an ant like you from existence!" Unable to take it anymore, a young man at the True Essence Second Layer charged forward, thrusting his sword straight at Ye Wushuang’s face.

Countless slivers of Sword Light burst from the blade, whipping up fierce gales that lashed at Ye Wushuang.

He would erase Ye Wushuang and show the four Elders that he, Wei Dong, was no good-for-nothing!

Amidst the fierce winds, Ye Wushuang’s robes fluttered. He was like a falling leaf, swaying unsteadily, seemingly without any strength to resist. He remained motionless, allowing Wei Dong’s sword to come stabbing toward him.

Seeing this, Wei Dong grew ecstatic. Ye Wushuang had no strength left to resist. If he killed him now, catching him by surprise, then the Demon Soldiers promised as a reward by the Sect would be his.

But just as this thought formed in his mind, Ye Wushuang moved.

"True Essence Second Layer, and you think you can take my life? You’re not worthy. Get lost!" Gazing at the approaching Wei Dong, Ye Wushuang swung his Dragon Blood Battle Saber. A blood-red saber light burst forth—unstoppable, overbearing, and bizarre!

It flashed for an instant and vanished into the void, only to reappear a second later with uncanny suddenness, magnifying in Wei Dong’s pupils!

SPLAT! The blood-red saber light struck Wei Dong, sending him flying. He slammed into the ground, as dead as could be, all his carefully laid plans instantly turning to dust.

SKRRRT!

At the sight, the pupils of the Demon Abyss Disciples preparing to charge contracted. Feet that were about to step forward were hastily pulled back. ’Wasn’t Ye Wushuang gravely wounded by the Spiritual Spring Elders? How does he still have so much power?’

"Bastard!"

Seeing that Ye Wushuang still had enough strength to kill Wei Dong, one of the Spiritual Spring Elders in the sky roared in fury. A wave of Spirit Dao pressure rained down, crashing onto Ye Wushuang like a mountain.

PTHOO!

Ye Wushuang’s body buckled, his feet sinking into the ground below. He coughed up another mouthful of blood that streamed down his cheeks, staining his white robes and soaking the Blood-Colored Jade Statue he held close.

"It seems your Demon Abyss is fresh out of talent, reduced to sending four old dogs from the Spiritual Spring Realm to kill a single, heavily injured man at the True Essence First Layer!" Ye Wushuang taunted. His body swayed, and his trembling grew more violent. He looked as if he could collapse at any moment, his face a mask of pain, appearing as if he were an oil lamp about to flicker out.

"Bastard! You dare humiliate the Demon Abyss! You must die!"

Seeing Ye Wushuang once again heavily injured and on the verge of death, someone else finally couldn’t hold back.

SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH!

With a self-righteous roar, three figures shot out, charging toward Ye Wushuang in unison.

"Ye Wushuang’s life is mine! Don’t you dare fight me for it!"

"The kill goes to whoever gets him first!"

The three fought to be first as they attacked, but they didn’t see the corner of Ye Wushuang’s mouth curl into a cold smile.

’I know I will die today,’ he thought. ’There’s no doubt about it.’

’But I refuse to just give up and die. If I must die, I will die fighting! I won’t have walked this earth for nothing!’

’Before I die, I’ll take a few of them with me. Then, on the road to the Netherworld, I can kill them again. I won’t be so lonely!’

"Die!"

Watching the three charge him, Ye Wushuang’s spine straightened, his killing intent flaring. There was not a trace of the exhausted man he’d just appeared to be!

"Shit!"

Seeing this, the trio’s expressions changed. Fear seized their hearts, and they scrambled to retreat!

"Too late!"

The two cold words echoed through the void. Streaks of blood-red saber light filled the air. Ye Wushuang poured his full strength into each peerlessly sharp strike, instantly engulfing the three men.

At this moment, even the four Spiritual Spring Powerhouses in the sky were visibly shaken.

They had struck Ye Wushuang down three times, holding nothing back, gravely wounding him again and again. Yet, not only had Ye Wushuang endured it all, but he had even used the opportunity to feign weakness and kill four of their Disciples.

’What kind of constitution does he have?’

’A mere True Essence First Layer cultivator, yet so tenacious... A Demon Fiend!’

’Such a Demon Fiend’s talent... if only he were a Disciple of our Demon Abyss. I would pour all my resources into cultivating him. What a shame, what a shame!’

The four Elders sighed. However, the situation had already escalated to a fight to the death; there was no possibility of recruiting him now.

To prevent future trouble, they had only one choice: kill him. They had to cut the weeds and pull out the roots, nipping Ye Wushuang in the bud!

At this thought, the four Elders’ gazes turned ruthless. Casting aside all pretense of honor, they attacked in unison, their terrifying Spirit Dao pressure crashing down on Ye Wushuang.

A vast wave of power bombarded Ye Wushuang’s body. His bones ground together with an audible CRACK, CRACK. At the same time, he spewed mouthful after mouthful of blood, which drenched his body and submerged the Blood-Colored Jade Statue, painting him in a ghastly, vivid crimson!

But his spine remained straight, unbent. Even with the lower half of his body buried in the earth, he stood tall, as if holding up the very heavens!