Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

The five teams, each with their own agenda, moved to encircle the ten members of the Ancient Spirit Sect, planning to eliminate them first.

"This show is getting better and better!"

The various teams on the mountain ridge watched the changes in the sky, all eager to see a good show.

First, they were besieging Yunhuang Hall, and now they had set their sights on the Ancient Spirit Sect.

The Ancient Spirit Sect had, after all, placed tenth in the last Battle Platform tournament. Plus, with Dii Qingxue, one of the Three Beauties, among them, they would be difficult to deal with.

’Fight! It’d be best if both sides suffer heavy losses. That would be even more exciting!’

In the sky, flames erupted from Huo Zheng’s body, vaguely forming a monstrous fire beast as he took the lead, charging toward Ye Wushuang.

"Destroy me!"

Ye Wushuang sneered. "We’ll see who destroys whom!"

Then, Ye Wushuang turned his head and asked the nine people beside him—or rather, asked Dii Qingxue, "How should we divide them up?"

Dii Qingxue lightly raised a hand as flawless as jade root, her slender, scallion-like fingers pointing at three of the teams. "Those three are mine."

"All of them?" Ye Wushuang was slightly taken aback. Among the three teams were three at the Spiritual Spring Third Layer and seven at the Spiritual Spring First Layer. ’Can she handle that all by herself?’

Dii Qingxue replied indifferently, "It’s more than enough to deal with them."

Ye Wushuang nodded. "In that case, I’ll take the Spiritual Spring Realm cultivators from the Fiery Sun Sect and the Cyan Race. The rest are yours, Qing’er and Meng Fan."

"Brother Ye, don’t worry. We won’t let them escape."

Not to be outdone, Yang Qing’er spoke up. Meng Fan and the others also nodded, indicating it was no problem. If they couldn’t even handle a group of True Essence Realm cultivators, they would just be holding everyone back.

Besides, they were the super-geniuses of the Ancient Spirit Sect. They had barely acted since entering the First Pass, which left them feeling extremely frustrated. Now was the perfect time to vent that frustration on the enemy.

"Dii Qingxue, you may be one of the Three Beauties, but to challenge our three teams by yourself? You’re looking down on us too much."

Hearing the ten from the Ancient Spirit Sect divide them up in just a few words—with Dii Qingxue taking on three of their teams alone—felt like a complete humiliation.

Among them were over a dozen Spiritual Spring Realm cultivators. To think she could defeat them was simply preposterous.

The spectators were also stunned. The people from the Ancient Spirit Sect actually intended to fight five teams with just ten people. What kind of joke was this?

The encircled Yunhuang Hall team, however, was overjoyed. With Ye Wushuang and his group drawing the enemy’s attention, the pressure on them was greatly relieved. As long as they found the right opportunity, they could escape this disaster.

BOOM!

Without a word, Dii Qingxue, her immortal figure ethereal, strode through the air toward the three teams.

Standing in the void, Dii Qingxue crossed her fingers, and a clear moon rose from behind her, scattering bright, pure moonlight.

As the clear moon ascended, its aura suddenly changed. The moonlight instantly transformed into a sky full of killing intent, raining down from the void and sending a chill through everyone. They hastily unleashed powerful attacks to defend themselves.

Meanwhile, on the other side, seeing Huo Zheng charge over, Ye Wushuang also began to move, abruptly raising a Palm Seal.

"Ye Wushuang, you’re just a half-wit with a bit of skill! Challenging several of us is just overestimating your own abilities. I alone can destroy trash like you."

Huo Zheng taunted viciously, his tone full of mockery, as a sky full of scorching flames lunged madly toward Ye Wushuang.

Behind Ye Wushuang, Ye Rou, Yang Qing’er, Qianling, Meng Fan, Cheng Tao, and the others also seized the opportunity to charge toward the Fiery Sun Sect and Cyan Race teams.

Seeing this, the members of the Fiery Sun Sect and Cyan Race laughed mockingly. Ye Wushuang, a mere Spiritual Spring First Layer, wanted to challenge eight Spiritual Spring Realm cultivators? He was purely courting death.

"You guys hold them off. I’m going to help Huo Zheng." Wensong stepped forward, deciding to act personally and kill his brother’s "murderer" with his own hands.

Ye Wushuang turned a deaf ear to Huo Zheng’s taunts. Without using any techniques, he charged forward.

’Trash. You’re nothing, and you still want to destroy me?’

Ye Wushuang scoffed, his face thick with disdain. Activating his Treasure Body, he strode through the sea of fire and appeared before Huo Zheng in a flash.

SLAP!

A slap instantly cracked across Huo Zheng’s face. With a BANG, his body tilted and flew sideways, crashing toward the approaching Wensong.

Huo Zheng violently spat out blood, his heart filled with an incomparable terror.

’A single slap!’

’Just one slap, and he was instantly defeated by Ye Wushuang. His Spiritual Spring First Layer cultivation was like trash before Ye Wushuang, utterly fragile.’

The onrushing Wensong’s expression also darkened. He had underestimated Ye Wushuang’s strength. He abruptly reached out with one hand, and a massive Flame Palm instantly caught Huo Zheng’s body.

"Tsk tsk, personally saving your greatest enemy. You really are stupid!"

Ye Wushuang strode over with a cold smile. The moment he saw Wensong’s face, he had guessed his connection to Wenhao, the one betrayed by Huo Zheng. That was why he had just warned Huo Zheng.

"Enemy?"

Wensong’s face was grim. Huo Zheng’s heart skipped a beat, and he fainted.

"Didn’t Huo Zheng tell you? He screwed over his own companion to save his own skin," Ye Wushuang sneered, rushing in front of Wensong. His eyes suddenly turned sharp as he threw a devastating punch.

BOOM!

Wensong’s expression changed, and he instantly retreated explosively.

"It doesn’t matter who killed my brother. You won’t get off easy. Today, I’ll take care of you on behalf of my Senior Brother."

Wensong shot Huo Zheng a murderous glance, flicked his hand to toss him aside, and then turned to fix his gaze on Ye Wushuang.

’Senior Brother? Yang Dingtian, is it? We’ll be meeting soon enough.’

Ye Wushuang snorted coldly in his heart and charged at Wensong again.

"You’re courting death!"

Although Wensong’s eyes blazed with boundless fire, they exuded a chilling intent.

He raised one hand, and a Flame Giant Saber slashed out horizontally. It stretched over a hundred feet long as it lunged at Ye Wushuang, and endless Flame Power instantly submerged him.

"Break!"

Ye Wushuang threw a Barbaric Tyrant Dragon Fist, shattering the Flame Giant Saber with the force of a landslide.

BOOM!

In that instant, he strode out from the sea of fire like an undefeated golden War God, resplendent in golden light and wreathed in a Dragon Shadow.

Everyone was utterly horrified. An attack from a Spiritual Spring Third Layer cultivator had been so easily blocked.

This made them realize that something was very wrong.

"Forget everything else! Just deal with him first!"

Qing Meng snorted coldly. He was the captain of one of the Cyan Race’s teams. At his shout, four Spiritual Spring Realm cultivators pounced as if on command.

Qing Meng produced a long spear with a tip like a viper’s head and thrust it through the air at Ye Wushuang.

A bone-chilling killing intent rippled out, stirring up waves of peerless sharpness.

Infused with True Essence, the spear tip flared with cyan light, transforming into a ferocious giant serpent that opened its cavernous mouth and lunged at Ye Wushuang.

CLANG!

Ye Wushuang instantly drew his Dragon Blood Battle Saber. A blood-red canopy of light spread out as world-shocking Saber Dao Slaughter tore through the void. Endless World-Destroying Saber Intent flooded the space between heaven and earth.

Qing Meng and Wensong’s attacks were disintegrated in an instant.

"What kind of technique is this?"

The faces of those who had charged forward changed drastically.

Gazing at the blood-red canopy that seemed to slice apart heaven and earth as it spread toward them, they felt an intense wave of fear!

’Retreat, quickly!’

Qing Meng and Wensong’s faces went pale with terror as they instantly flashed back several hundred feet.

"Since you’ve come up, don’t even think about leaving."

The corner of Ye Wushuang’s mouth curled up. He swung his Dragon Blood Battle Saber with one hand, slashing through the air and sending several youths at the Spiritual Spring First Layer flying.

At the same time, watching the two retreat, he formed a seal with his other hand and unleashed the Heavenly Concealing Hand.

The Heaven-Covering Hand slammed down, enveloping their bodies.

BANG!

BANG!

Qing Meng and Wensong were struck. Their bodies trembled and then began to crack apart as streams of blood spurted out. The spectators were dumbfounded. ’How could those two be so weak?’