Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

Outside the Divine Hall, a great battle had been raging, one of extreme intensity.

From within the Divine Hall, many had obtained Treasure Medicines, Spirit Communication Treasures, and other precious items, turning them into targets of contention.

These treasures could all enhance one’s strength, and for the assembled disciples, they were a tremendous temptation.

Driven by greed, they all turned on each other, slaughtering one another without holding anything back.

One disciple after another fell, filled with resentment.

At the same time, the Giant Spirit Divine Hall suddenly trembled, and a figure in white stepped through its grand entrance.

Ye Wushuang had come out!

In the midst of the battle, a disciple on the verge of being killed let out a shout.

He had obtained a treasure and had become the target of a siege, bringing him to the brink of death.

Seeing Ye Wushuang appear, he immediately yelled, "Ye Wushuang is out! He has a world-shocking treasure on him! Kill him!"

The disciple’s voice was sonorous, sweeping across the entire area.

The other disciples all turned to look. Sure enough, Ye Wushuang was stepping out from the entrance of the Divine Hall.

Previously in the Divine Hall, they had seen Ye Wushuang shrouded in Divine Light, a clear sign that he had obtained the Divine Hall’s great opportunity.

Everyone’s eyes turned red with greed. The fighting stopped, and they all rushed toward Ye Wushuang.

True Essence Sixth Layer!

That’s right, Ye Wushuang was at the True Essence Sixth Layer.

And among them, even the weakest was at the True Essence Sixth Layer. Such a powerful force was enough to destroy Ye Wushuang dozens of times over.

A world-shocking opportunity... Ye Wushuang wouldn’t be able to protect it.

It was theirs for the taking. Only they were worthy of possessing it; Ye Wushuang was not.

"Ye Wushuang, hand over the Divine Hall’s opportunity! You are not worthy of it!"

This mob of disciples swarmed toward Ye Wushuang, surrounding him.

Seizing the chance, the disciple who had first shouted took a moment to catch his breath, then shot backward while cursing internally, ’A bunch of idiots!’

"Enough talk! The Divine Hall’s opportunity belongs to whoever finds it. He wants to swallow it all himself? He doesn’t have that big of an appetite."

A disciple at the Peak of True Essence Eighth Layer strode forward, his Sword Intent soaring to the heavens.

He was a genius disciple from the Celestial Sword Sect. His status within the Celestial Sword Sect was extraordinary, and he was supremely confident!

CLANG!

His Ancient Sword sang softly as it was drawn in a flash, its gleam shooting skyward like a divine radiance.

The series of motions was a single, fluid masterpiece, showcasing the spirited and magnificent bearing of this genius Celestial Sword Sect disciple.

He took a step, raising the glowing sword high, and walked upon the air. He was like a Sword God, carrying himself with an arrogant air of looking down on the entire world.

It made everyone behind him pale in comparison, reduced to mere foils.

"Ye Wushuang is nothing special. What is there to fear?"

He sneered in the air, his voice full of disdain and contempt.

The corner of Ye Wushuang’s mouth quirked up in a sneer. He lifted up a corpse that was lying prostrate at his feet.

SWISH!

It was a small movement, but it caught the eyes of all the disciples. Their gazes fixed on it, and they abruptly halted in their tracks.

Yuh Tian!

That corpse... was Yuh Tian.

Everyone’s pupils contracted. Their hearts felt as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer, trembling violently. ’Yuh Tian died at Ye Wushuang’s hands?’

In the sky, the genius disciple from the Celestial Sword Sect seemed to freeze. The look of disdain and contempt he directed at Ye Wushuang vanished in an instant.

Clearly, he had seen it too.

He knew of Yuh Tian, who was at the True Essence Ninth Layer—far stronger than him. Yet he was dead. ’Is Ye Wushuang really that powerful?’

His body stiffened, and he stood frozen in mid-air, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

If Yuh Tian had really been killed by Ye Wushuang, then rushing forward would be no different from seeking death.

But if he retreated, wouldn’t he lose all face and become a laughingstock? How could he show his face or hold his head high in the future?

Thinking of this, he secretly regretted being so high-profile just a moment ago.

’Ye Wushuang is nothing special!’

Recalling the words he had just spoken, his face flushed red, then purple, constantly changing. He had been completely stunned by a corpse; it was like he had slapped himself.

’He’s just bluffing! Yuh Tian wasn’t necessarily killed by him!’

Coming to his senses, the disciple silently comforted himself. The glow of his sword, which had paused for half a breath, began to descend.

BOOM!

In the second before that disciple moved, Ye Wushuang strode into action, flinging the corpse from his palm like a cannonball.

BOOM!

Before the glow of his sword had even descended, the disciple’s body was struck as if by a piece of Divine Iron. With a SPURT, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

His body was sent flying like a scarecrow.

The THUD made all the disciples’ eyelids twitch.

The uncontrolled sword-glow fell, straying far off course and striking the ground to the side.

Ye Wushuang didn’t even blink.

In the eyes of the crowd, Ye Wushuang had already become a terrifying existence.

True Essence Eighth Layer, and he was sent flying before he could even react.

’Is this really the Combat Power of a True Essence Sixth Layer?!’

BOOM!

The energy in the Divine Hall erupted, and a black light shot out, coalescing into a human figure.

Wasn’t that the strange young man?

"Ye Wushuang, interesting. I hope you don’t die too quickly. Otherwise, things will get boring," the strange young man said inexplicably before leaving.

Ye Wushuang’s brow furrowed. He certainly didn’t believe the strange young man was worried about him. That sentence—’I hope you don’t die too quickly’—held a different, hidden meaning.

BOOM!

As the strange young man left, Chi Tian’s figure followed close behind, rushing out of the Divine Hall in a sorry state, his face filled with terror.

This stunned the crowd.

"Ye Wushuang, I’ll spare your life today!"

Chi Tian ignored everyone else, rushing past Ye Wushuang and soaring into the Firmament.

Ye Wushuang didn’t stop him. If a strongest disciple was determined to escape, he didn’t yet have the ability to block him.

However, the moment Chi Tian shot into the Firmament, a vicious gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Ye Wushuang, die!"

He spun around at extreme speed. In a flash, he dove back down from the Firmament, a massive palm descending from the sky to crush Ye Wushuang.

No one could have expected such a surprise attack.

Everyone had thought Chi Tian was fleeing, but no one ever imagined he would still try to kill Ye Wushuang.

A chill crept into Ye Wushuang’s heart.

"Brother Ye, be careful!"

Off to the side, Yangg Qing’er’s pretty face changed. With a cry, her body flickered as she shot upward, her Treasure Sword slashing at the massive palm.

Ye Wushuang also threw a punch. His golden fist erupted with a Fist Seal of peerless might, smashing against the giant palm.

Yangg Qing’er’s Treasure Sword seized the opportunity to slice it apart.

Seeing that Ye Wushuang had reacted in time and the kill had failed, Chi Tian was filled with indignation. His venomous gaze shifted to Yangg Qing’er.

’Ye Wushuang, if I can’t kill you, I can kill those you care about! I will make you wish you were dead!’

BOOM!

Chi Tian wheeled around and, seizing the chance, slapped a palm down toward the ascending Yangg Qing’er.

BOOM!

Yangg Qing’er’s face turned pale with horror as she swung her sword to block.

But how could a hasty sword strike possibly block a hate-filled attack from the strongest disciple?

THWACK!

The massive palm suddenly landed on her delicate body.

Instantly, she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and her body plummeted downwards.

"Qing’er!"

Ye Wushuang’s expression changed. He darted forward and caught Yangg Qing’er’s body.

After checking Yangg Qing’er’s injuries, Ye Wushuang’s rage soared to the heavens.

"Ye Wushuang, are you in agony right now? HAHAHA!" Seeing this, Chi Tian laughed uproariously at the sky and then strode through the air to depart.

If given the chance, he would kill everyone Ye Wushuang cared about, making him taste what it truly meant to wish for death.

’This time, I’ll let you off!’

Spotting Dii Qingxue and Pann Wu stepping out of the Divine Hall, his gaze darkened, and he sped up even more.

"Chi Tian, don’t you fucking dream of leaving this Earth Palace alive!"

Ye Wushuang roared. Yangg Qing’er was his woman now. Like Ye Rou, she was his family.

Daring to touch them had ignited his true fury.

BOOM!

He gave Yangg Qing’er a Healing Treasure Pill, handed her over to Dii Qingxue, and then leaped into the air in pursuit.