Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

These people were all dressed in dark blue clothes. They stood on both sides, watching the entrance.

A tall young man walked in. Behind him, two other young men supported the fat youth.

At this moment, half of the fat youth’s face was a bloody, mangled mess.

This made everyone’s pupils shrink. ’To pulp the face of a True Essence Ninth Layer expert with a single slap... how vicious must he be?!’

Gazing at the blood-drenched face, the crowd subconsciously touched their own cheeks.

"Brother Rong, it was that kid!"

The fat youth pointed at Ye Wushuang, his eyes filled with venomous hatred.

Nan Rong’s gaze had already fallen upon the trio. His eyes burned with scorching desire, especially when he saw Yangg Qing’er.

"You dare strike a member of my Nan Family? You must be tired of living." Nan Rong finally shifted his gaze to Ye Wushuang, and his eyes instantly turned sharp and severe.

"The Nan Family?"

Hearing this name for the second time made some of the patrons fall into thought.

Then, someone’s expression changed. "The Ancient Race’s Nan Family! They are descendants of the Southern Emperor, a Nirvana Realm expert. Their lineage has been passed down for ten thousand years. Although they’ve declined, their foundation is terrifying. They’re considered a first-rate power in the Endless Wilderness."

"That’s right, I’ve heard about them too. The Nan Family has re-emerged. I heard they produced a peerless genius."

"Yes, rumor has it that this peerless genius is named Nan Shan, and his strength is absolutely terrifying."

"We’re done for, we’re done for. We offended the Nan Family just now. I hope they don’t hold it against us."

The crowd was filled with regret, thinking they shouldn’t have spoken up earlier.

Especially Nan Rong—his strength was also incredibly terrifying. At the Spiritual Spring Second Layer, he was likely one of the strongest figures at the Disciple Level.

Seeing the fear in the crowd’s eyes, all the members of the Nan Family revealed smug smiles.

The fat youth stared at Ye Wushuang and seized the opportunity. "Brother Rong, you have to kill this kid! I revealed my identity and tried to reason with him, but he was incredibly rude and attacked me. He has no respect for our Nan Family at all!"

"Kid, just apologize."

"Yeah, you hit someone, so you should apologize."

"Attacking someone over a simple disagreement... People these days are too arrogant. You’d better apologize, or you won’t be leaving here later."

"That’s right. The Nan Family just wanted to book the whole floor. It’s no big deal. Why resort to violence?"

As soon as the fat youth spoke, the patrons all chimed in, simultaneously advising and admonishing Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang sneered. ’Just as I thought. A bunch of weathervanes, bending whichever way the wind blows.’

"Brother Rong, did you hear that? This kid is so arrogant he doesn’t respect us at all! You have to cripple him!"

Clutching his half-bloodied face, the fat youth, buoyed by the crowd’s support, began to denounce Ye Wushuang.

"What shameless slander! Who’s the arrogant one here? You attacked someone the moment you arrived, tried to take over the second floor, and threatened to make us scram. Now you’re trying to blame the victim?"

At the side, Meng Fanx couldn’t hold back any longer and snorted coldly.

"Slander? Why don’t you ask them? Am I the one spouting lies, or are you?" the fat youth said, completely unfazed.

"Hey, you three, just apologize and be done with it. Why are you falsely accusing others?"

"Kowtow a few times and admit you’re wrong. Maybe they’ll let you go."

The patrons chimed in again, looking at the fat youth and his group with fawning expressions.

"Shameless! Do you have any principles at all?" Yangg Qing’er cursed angrily. She had never seen such weathervanes, twisting right and wrong in the blink of an eye.

"Little girl, what do you mean we don’t have principles? We all saw it clearly. They offered three times the Spirit Stones. The highest bidder wins. That’s only right and proper."

Hearing Yangg Qing’er’s angry rebuke, some of the patrons became displeased.

However, no one in the crowd noticed that Ye Wushuang’s gaze was growing colder and colder.

"I’ll give you three breaths. Scram immediately!"

Ignoring the crowd, Nan Rong walked coldly toward Ye Wushuang and said, "And leave this woman behind. Then scram."

His eyes, filled with a wicked gleam, were fixed on Yangg Qing’er. He didn’t need any apologies. All he wanted was for Yangg Qing’er to be left behind.

"Come with me, and you can have anything you desire."

Nan Rong walked up, his gaze sinister. Ignoring Ye Wushuang completely, he reached out for Yangg Qing’er’s face.

Ye Wushuang’s eyes narrowed, flashing with a cold glint.

’Yangg Qing’er is my woman. To dare molest her right in front of me... he’s courting death.’

BOOM!

Ye Wushuang’s hand shot out, seizing Nan Rong’s wrist.

"Let go!" Seeing this, Nan Rong’s expression turned fierce, and killing intent burst from him.

"You dare touch my woman? Are you fucking tired of living?"

Ye Wushuang exploded with rage. He twisted Nan Rong’s arm. CRACK! CRACK! A series of bone-splintering sounds erupted from his arm.

"AHHH—"

Nan Rong screamed. He never would have imagined that Ye Wushuang’s strength would be so immense. Even at the Spiritual Spring Second Layer, he couldn’t react in time.

His arm was about to be torn right off.

Everyone was stunned.

The first to react were the members of the Nan Family.

"Bastard, you’re courting death!"

A group of them instantly charged over, surrounding Ye Wushuang. They were all at the True Essence Ninth Layer, and the aura they released sent countless chairs flying.

The patrons retreated in terror.

BOOM!

The men from the Nan Family immediately lunged forward to attack.

SLAP!

Ye Wushuang backhanded Nan Rong across the face. Flesh and blood splattered as Nan Rong, screaming in agony, was sent flying into his onrushing family members.

BANG! BANG!

Instantly, the men who had charged forward were knocked back, sent flying while vomiting blood.

It was a staggering sight.

"Damn you, you beast! You dare to cripple my arm?! I’ll kill you!" Having broken free, Nan Rong was heaven-shakingly furious. He unleashed his Spiritual Spring Second Layer energy, nearly tearing the tavern apart.

"You touched my woman. I’ll slaughter you first."

Ye Wushuang’s rage was even more uncontrollable. Killing intent flared as he unleashed the Heavenly Concealing Hand, smashing it down toward Nan Rong.

The terrifying energy instantly suppressed Nan Rong.

BAM!

Nan Rong, who had just been gathering power for an attack, was slammed face-first into the ground by the palm strike, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

This left the other Nan Family members at the side terrified.

After that single strike, Ye Wushuang strode forward, bringing his foot down to stomp on Nan Rong.

BOOM!

Suddenly, a massive True Essence Hand reached in from outside the main entrance, snatching Nan Rong’s body into its palm and pulling him away from Ye Wushuang’s attack.

A cold light flickered in Ye Wushuang’s eyes as he stared at the entrance.

An elegant young man stepped inside. He was handsome, with purple-tinged hair that fell loosely over his shoulders.

His Cultivation was at least at the Spiritual Spring Fourth Layer, and his aura was incredibly powerful.

Within his Dantian, it felt as if a colossal beast lay dormant, an utterly heart-pounding sensation.

"Brother Nan Shan, quickly, kill this beast! He nearly killed us!"

Seeing the newcomer, the fat youth and the other Nan Family members moved toward him.

All the patrons moved far away. This purple-haired young man before them was none other than the Nan Family’s number one genius, Nan Shan.

The aura emanating from him made the crowd tremble with fear.

"A peerless genius is truly extraordinary. With Nan Shan making a move, I’m afraid those three will have a hard time leaving this place alive today."

The crowd looked toward Ye Wushuang.

Yangg Qing’er and Meng Fanx also moved closer to Ye Wushuang, their gazes grave as they stared ahead.

They all knew that Nan Shan’s aura was terrifying. He was, at the very least, on the same level as people like Yunn Xiao and Jian Bufan.