Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

The Earth Palace World was vast and boundless, hiding countless Secret Realms, ruins, and crumbling palaces!

Within them, one could find terrifying Combat Skills, Treasure Artifacts, Treasure Medicines, Marvels of Heaven and Earth, and more. Discovering even one of these was enough to significantly boost one’s strength.

"As expected, the Major Influences are getting the most opportunities this time. I heard the Celestial Sword Sect’s strongest disciple, Ao Wuchang, has already obtained a Fierce Sword of the Top-Grade Treasure Artifact level. His Combat Power has soared! Even though he’s only at the Spiritual Spring Second Layer, his Combat Power is said to rival the Fourth or Fifth Layer!"

"And it’s not just him! The Feather Race’s top genius, Yuh Yuzhen, also received the inheritance of an Arrow King. His Combat Power has undergone a heaven-and-earth-shattering transformation!"

The crowd buzzed with discussion near a score-tallying platform.

They had been in the Earth Palace for some time. Some had spilled their blood and died, while others had found opportunities and grown immensely stronger!

For example, Wudao obtained a Marvel of Heaven and Earth, the Demon God Liquid. After consuming it, his Cultivation surged, and he broke through to the Spiritual Spring Third Layer. Then there was Feng Yang of the Yunlan Ancient Sword, who also acquired a terrifying Combat Skill, causing his strength to skyrocket.

"Have you guys heard? The Fiery Sun Sect has had it the worst this time around. I heard Ye Wushuang snatched Yang Dingtian’s fated opportunity, and now they’re constantly hunting him."

"I heard about that. The guy’s a complete madman. He didn’t just offend Yang Dingtian; he also pissed off Demon Abyss, the Celestial Sword Sect, and the Feather Race. They’re all hunting him down."

"Damn, that guy’s one tough bastard to kill. Even the strongest disciples haven’t been able to touch him."

"The guy’s just unnatural. Hunted by four major powers, and they still haven’t fucking killed him. I heard he actually killed a bunch of them instead and even managed to enter some inheritance ground. If that were me, I’d have been dead and gone for eight hundred years."

Everyone felt a sense of profound frustration whenever they talked about Ye Wushuang.

They just couldn’t wrap their heads around how a mere True Essence Disciple could remain perfectly unharmed while being hunted by four Major Influences.

Thinking about it, they all felt an impulse to grab Ye Wushuang and demand to know how he did it.

However, none of them noticed the white-robed figure standing behind them, who simply shook his head with a smile and walked away.

This figure was none other than Ye Wushuang!

He had only come to check his score, but he hadn’t expected to overhear so much interesting information!

Since these people didn’t recognize him, he didn’t reveal his identity and simply left in silence.

But he had only taken a few steps when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He saw four or five young men walking toward him, deep in discussion. "Those bastards from Demon Abyss are at it again. When they can’t find any treasures, they just rob other people. And they make sure their victims die horribly. That beautiful woman is probably doomed."

Sighing, the group walked past Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang’s brow furrowed. He turned and called out, "Excuse me, wait a moment!"

"What’s up?"

The men turned to look at Ye Wushuang. Seeing he was only at the True Essence Fifth Layer, they shot him a contemptuous glance.

Ye Wushuang didn’t get angry and simply asked, "Excuse me, do you remember what the beautiful woman looked like?"

"What? Kid, you thinking of playing the hero and saving the beauty?"

A young man at the True Essence Sixth Layer sneered. "With your True Essence Fifth Layer cultivation? I’m afraid you won’t be saving any beauty. You’ll just be getting yourself killed."

Hearing this, Ye Wushuang frowned. ’These people are incredibly condescending,’ he thought.

Still, he suppressed his annoyance for the sake of finding out if it was Ye Rou and the others.

If it was Ye Rou or one of his companions, he had to get there as soon as possible.

So, Ye Wushuang pressed on, "Please, just tell me."

"Forget it. The kid’s probably just thinking with his dick. If he wants to go get himself killed, let him."

Seeing that Ye Wushuang was dead set on throwing his life away, one of the young men said, "The woman has silver hair and blue eyes. She’s a nation-toppling beauty, all right. But don’t say we didn’t warn you. The people from Demon Abyss are incredibly powerful. Going there is a death sentence."

’Silver hair, blue eyes... It’s Qianling!’

Ye Wushuang’s brow tightened. He quickly got the direction from the group, then kicked off the air and shot into the Firmament.

"Hey, isn’t that... Ye Wushuang!"

"Look! That’s him, Ye Wushuang! Damn, I finally got to see the man himself!"

As they watched the white-robed figure shoot into the distance, some who had seen Ye Wushuang before recognized him.

Instantly, all eyes turned to follow him.

"Ye Wushuang? The guy we were just talking to... that was that madman!"

Hearing this, the five young men followed the crowd’s gaze. The white-robed figure in the sky—wasn’t that the very person they had just treated with such contempt?

Ye Wushuang?

At this realization, the men couldn’t help but shudder. Their eyes remained glued to the white-robed figure until he vanished from sight. Only then did they let out a shaky breath, as if they had just survived a catastrophe.

They had long since heard the legends of Ye Wushuang: a ruthless man who killed without batting an eye, someone even the strongest disciples couldn’t touch.

They were terrified that Ye Wushuang might suddenly turn back and obliterate them for their disrespect.

’Looks like we should be more careful about looking down on people in the future!’

The men fiercely warned themselves in their hearts.

...

Beside a river, the water flowed with a gurgling RUSH.

RUMBLE!

A violent surge of energy made the great earth tremble. The river water churned and surged into the Firmament, forming a wide curtain of rain!

"Hand over the item, or don’t blame us for what happens next."

On one side of the river, a group of men in black robes surrounded a woman.

This woman had silver hair, blue eyes, and long, pointed ears. She possessed a nimble, unique beauty that could stir any heart.

At this moment, she was leaning against a large tree. Her clothes were in tatters, and a trickle of blood stained the corner of her mouth.

She was none other than Qianling.

As she stared at the group before her, a flicker of despair appeared in her nimble, expressive eyes.

Her opponents had two cultivators at the True Essence Eighth Layer, while she was only at the True Essence Seventh Layer. How could she possibly be their match?

"It seems you’re not going to give up until you’re staring death in the face!"

Seeing Qianling remain defiant, a vicious glint flashed in the eyes of the two True Essence Eighth Layer disciples from Demon Abyss. They thrust out their hands, and a terrifying Demon Evil Qi descended from the void to envelop her.

BOOM!

The great tree Qianling had been leaning against was steadily annihilated, crumbling into dust.

"Grandfather, I’m going to die. I won’t be able to fulfill the task you gave me."

Seeing this, Qianling fell into complete despair.

The two of them clearly had no intention of letting her go; they were preparing to kill her for her treasure.

Suddenly, in a fraction of an instant, a white figure strode out from the distant curtain of rain. He transformed into a ray of light that shot toward Qianling.

In the next instant, Qianling felt a strong arm wrap around her slender waist, pulling her flush against a broad chest. It felt like entering a safe harbor.

Her body was then lifted into the air, soaring up toward the sky.

BOOM!

The Demon Evil Qi struck right on schedule, annihilating the great tree and turning it into flying debris. Not even the roots escaped, and a deep crater was blasted into the ground where it had stood.

Standing in the void, Ye Wushuang looked down at the panicked Qianling in his arms and asked, "Qianling, are you all right?"

"Ye... Junior Brother Ye!"

Recognizing the man holding her, Qianling involuntarily wrapped her arms around his body.

Ye Wushuang!

Down below, the two True Essence Eighth Layer disciples from Demon Abyss recognized him as well.

They were Moo Li and Blood Ghost!

Seeing Ye Wushuang suddenly appear, their faces lit up with malicious glee.

"Ye Wushuang, die!"

The two attacked in unison. Moo Li brandished a Demon Spear, stabbing through the air. The terrifying spear light howled like a Demon Dragon, releasing an overwhelming, razor-sharp Killing Power.

Meanwhile, Blood Ghost summoned a blood-red skull above his head. Wreathed in ghostly apparitions, it grew larger as it flew toward Ye Wushuang.

Countless Fierce Ghosts, as if just unleashed from Hell itself, swarmed toward Ye Wushuang with terrifying, twisted faces.

"Look out!"

Seeing the two of them launch a killing blow, the color drained from Qianling’s face. She hurriedly shouted, "Fall back!"

Ye Wushuang was taken aback by Qianling’s frantic reaction, as if she were facing a formidable enemy.

"Junior Brother Ye, fall back! Don’t fight them head-on!"

When Qianling saw Ye Wushuang didn’t move, she shouted again in a panic.

She had experienced firsthand just how powerful the two of them were.

"Ye Wushuang, let’s see you escape this time!"

Moo Li sneered.