Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

Yang Dingtian seemed to sense Ye Wushuang as well. He turned his head, and his sharp eyes instantly shot out two jets of flame.

"Get lost, or I will crush you."

The cold rebuke, dripping with domineering arrogance, escaped Yang Dingtian’s lips.

Ye Wushuang’s previously closed eyes suddenly snapped open. His brow furrowed as he stared over, only to see Yang Dingtian still sitting cross-legged, utterly motionless.

Ye Wushuang gave a mocking smile. ’If Yang Dingtian truly had the opportunity, he would have killed me in an instant without hesitation.’

But he couldn’t act on it. He could only issue empty threats, which posed no danger to Ye Wushuang.

"Crush me? Once I have my breakthrough, the first strongest disciple I’ll cut down will be you." Ye Wushuang shot Yang Dingtian a cold glance before closing his eyes, casting aside all distractions to focus wholly on his comprehension.

This dismissive attitude infuriated Yang Dingtian. Ever since becoming the strongest disciple, no one had dared to treat him this way.

However, he couldn’t move right now. He had already comprehended the Dao Charm of three Holy Texts, and his strength was steadily increasing. If he were to attack Ye Wushuang now, it would interrupt the entire process—a price he was unwilling to pay.

’I’ll spare your pathetic life for now. The moment I finish comprehending the Holy Texts and seize that thing will be the moment I take your head.’ Yang Dingtian shot him one last cold glance and resumed his Cultivation. His mental fortitude was exceptionally strong; in an instant, he suppressed all his emotions and re-entered a state of comprehension.

Ye Wushuang did the same. There were two paths leading to the Flame Mountain Peak. Yang Dingtian occupied one; as he comprehended the fourth Holy Text, his figure had already reached the halfway point.

Ye Wushuang occupied the other. He was still at the foot of the mountain, comprehending the first Holy Text.

These Holy Texts contained Dao Charm and emitted a terrifying, unparalleled pressure that blocked their path. To reach the peak, one had to comprehend the Holy Texts on the cliff faces and integrate their Dao Charm into one’s body to move forward.

Ye Wushuang used his Divine Sense to observe the nearby Holy Text. With the help of the Tai Chi Pattern, it was as if he was watching a Flame Giant sitting cross-legged, seeking enlightenment. He did not yet understand the profound, abstruse meanings behind it.

However, the pervading Dao Charm made Ye Wushuang’s blood boil and brought a sense of clarity to his mind and body. His surging True Essence roiled violently, undergoing constant refinement and transformation.

At the same time, streams of Flame Power from within Flame Mountain converged on Ye Wushuang’s body, and countless illusory Dragon Scales began to flicker across his skin.

These Golden Dragon Scales absorbed the Flame Power, constantly being refined and solidified.

BOOM!

The Qi Vortex within Ye Wushuang’s Dantian expanded, ring by ring. His raging Dragon Spirit True Essence coalesced into the shape of a dragon, roaring furiously within the Chaos Dantian Space.

A quarter of an hour later, Ye Wushuang finally merged the Dao Charm of this Holy Text into his bloodline, which now pulsed with a scorching aura. His impure blood was refined, gradually transforming into a "Dragon Blood" that shone with a golden glimmer.

Ye Wushuang stood up, glanced at the still-seated Yang Dingtian, and continued upward.

When he reached the second Holy Text, the pressure on his shoulders increased severalfold. With a flash in his eyes, he once again sat down cross-legged to comprehend it.

This time, it took him seven or eight times longer to integrate the Dao Charm before he could hurry toward the third Holy Text. By then, Yang Dingtian had already reached the location of the fifth.

When he reached the third Holy Text, Ye Wushuang found the pressure had again increased by severalfold. The mysterious Holy Text seemed even more Profound and abstruse, giving off a feeling of being impossibly difficult to comprehend.

However, Ye Wushuang didn’t try to study its Profound Meaning; such things were beyond his current level. Right now, his only goal was to integrate the Dao Charm of the Holy Text and achieve a breakthrough.

What followed was a race between the two of them.

After three whole days, Ye Wushuang reached the location of the sixth Holy Text, while Yang Dingtian had arrived at the seventh.

BOOM!

Suddenly, Ye Wushuang’s body shuddered violently, as if some invisible shackles had shattered. A terrifying aura rippled out from him.

’True Essence Fourth Layer!’

Ye Wushuang’s heart leaped with joy. Thanks to his recent accumulation and the help of the Dao Charm, he had finally broken through to the True Essence Fourth Layer, and his Combat Power had soared.

HUUH!

Ye Wushuang opened his eyes, glanced at Yang Dingtian, and then made his way toward the seventh Holy Text.

Yang Dingtian’s eyes shot open, his brow sinking. He clearly hadn’t expected Ye Wushuang to be so fast. Despite a three-stage gap between them, he had managed to catch up. This was both surprising and a little concerning to him.

He glanced up at the peak before resuming his comprehension.

Meanwhile, by the time Ye Wushuang reached the location of the seventh Holy Text, the pressure was so immense that his Pseudo-Treasure Body had begun to crack. His feet felt as if they were filled with lead, and every step was a struggle.

Despite this, a look of elation appeared on Ye Wushuang’s face.

This place not only possessed terrifying pressure but also raging flames. Though extremely dangerous, there was no better place to forge his Chaos Heaven-Devouring Dragon Body.

With a profound object like the Tai Chi Pattern, Ye Wushuang had an innate advantage in perceiving Dao Charm, which greatly shortened the time he needed for comprehension.

But now, he wasn’t just comprehending the Holy Texts; he was also taking the opportunity to forge his Treasure Body, which was why he was spending so much time refining it.

「The fourth day.」

Both men opened their eyes at the same time.

Yang Dingtian turned to look at Ye Wushuang and said coldly, "This is your limit. Your fortunate encounter ends here. If you dare take another step, even if I don’t crush you myself, the pressure will."

"So much nonsense. You’re just scared. Scared I’ll surpass you and reach the peak," Ye Wushuang retorted, turning to face him. He met his gaze head-on, showing no fear despite the other man being the strongest disciple.

"Scared of you?" Yang Dingtian replied. "I, Yang Dingtian, am destined for a lifetime of supremacy, to stand tall and support the very heavens. When have I ever known fear? So what if you reach the peak? You won’t be able to take that thing with you. This is just a piece of friendly advice. But if I reach the peak first, your life is forfeit."

"Then let’s see who gets there first."

Ye Wushuang couldn’t be bothered to waste any more words. He was at a critical juncture in breaking through to the Treasure Body and would not be distracted. He didn’t care what Unparalleled Divine Treasure or world-shaking opportunity awaited at the peak.

If he couldn’t achieve a breakthrough with his Treasure Body, his physical form would likely not endure the journey to the top.

So, he retracted his gaze and continued toward the eighth Holy Text.

There were nine Holy Texts in total. The further up one went, the more terrifying the pressure became. An ordinary Cultivator would likely be crushed flat in this place.

Even Ye Wushuang now struggled, each step a monumental effort. His skin cracked and split as if it were being torn apart, and blood began to seep out from within.

Yang Dingtian was not faring much better. Although he didn’t possess a Treasure Body, his terrifying power as a Spiritual Spring Realm Cultivator was enough to sustain his advance.

Even as his skin cracked, his expression remained completely unchanged.

Witnessing this, Ye Wushuang had to admit a grudging respect. The strongest disciples were truly a cut above the rest. That tenacious spirit alone was enough to make them stand out from the crowd, surpassing countless others.

The two men reached the location of the eighth Holy Text at almost the same time. Knowing that any more trash talk would be a waste of time, they each sat down cross-legged and began their comprehension.

Ye Wushuang, however, did not begin his comprehension immediately. Instead, he chose to first seize this opportunity to achieve a breakthrough with his Treasure Body.

He began to circulate the Heaven-Devouring Dragon Technique, devouring the Flame Power from all directions. The power drilled madly into his body, and under the utterly terrifying pressure, the Golden Dragon Scales on his skin gradually solidified.

BOOM!

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Wushuang’s body began to shudder, and the surrounding void trembled in unison, vibrating at the same frequency.

Immediately after, a majestic and noble suit of Golden Armor draped itself over Ye Wushuang. Each Dragon Scale looked as if it were cast from Golden Divine Iron, gleaming with brilliant golden light and bathed in a sacred glow. The sight was utterly divine.

A faint trace of Imperial Might spread through the void, causing the surrounding flames to tremble.

It was as if, in that moment, Ye Wushuang had become an Emperor who ruled over heaven and earth—the one and only True Emperor!