Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

The spectators were utterly shocked. This team from the Ancient Spirit Sect was so powerful it made their hearts pound.

Ye Wushuang had single-handedly challenged the Spiritual Spring Realm experts from both the Fiery Sun Sect and the Cyan Race. Everyone had thought he was on a suicide mission, but in the blink of an eye, the situation had completely reversed, far exceeding their expectations.

Qing Meng and Wensong were even more terrified. Despite joining forces against Ye Wushuang’s powerful techniques, they hadn’t gained the slightest advantage. Instead, they were severely injured, their flesh tearing as blood gushed from their wounds.

On the other side, Dii Qingxue’s slender, graceful figure was like a dream, an illusion. Her incomparably beautiful, jade-like face showed no emotion as she traced a line with her snow-white fingers, summoning a hook-like Silver Moon. A torrent of moonlight poured down from the sky.

She was like the Moon Palace Cold Fairy. With a light tap of her finger in the void, a deep chill emanated. A peerless force, suffused with the aura of Heaven and Earth Slaughter, pressed down on the three teams, piercing their flesh like daggers of ice.

BOOM!

The void shuddered violently. The terrifying energy suppressed all three teams, their bodies raining down into the mountain hollow like shooting stars.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The sounds of bodies hitting the ground echoed relentlessly across the mountain ridges, making the other members of the Fiery Sun Sect and Cyan Race tremble with fear.

From the Ancient Spirit Sect, Ye Rou, Qianling, and Meng Fanx were filled with soaring Battle Intent. They seized the advantage, moving in with a weave of Sword Auras and piercing arrows. In moments, a dozen of their enemies were in a wretched state.

Just like the teams before them, they were knocked into the mountain hollow—the team from Yunhuang Hall included.

Qing Meng’s and Wensong’s faces contorted, their expressions growing uglier by the second. Their bodies were splitting open and bleeding, and the searing pain made them feel true fear.

However, their strength as Spiritual Spring Third Layer cultivators was not for show. Even though Ye Wushuang had heavily wounded them with one strike, they still had some power left.

As Ye Wushuang charged, Qing Meng thrust his spear. It multiplied into nine, transforming into nine terrifying, giant cyan serpents that shot forward, twisting and lunging.

While coughing up blood, Wensong formed his hands into Palm Sabers, unleashing a relentless barrage of Flame Divine Sabers that covered the sky.

Slash!

The Dragon Blood Battle Saber slashed through the sky, transforming into a blood-red Divine Dragon that dominated the Firmament. Its enormous body crashed down, slamming into the nine cyan serpents at their midsections.

The nine cyan serpents were snapped in two, reverting to their original form.

The cyan spear had already shattered into two pieces, its murderous aura completely gone.

Before the Dragon Blood Battle Saber returned to his hand, Ye Wushuang executed the Seven Steps of the Reversed Dragon. In three steps, he moved like a bolt of light, passing through the Flame Saber Array to appear before the two men.

Suppress!

With a thunderous roar, he stomped down with accumulated force. A gigantic sole crushed the very air, and the resulting storm of energy slammed the two men down from the sky.

PFFT!

PFFT!

The two of them spewed blood as if it were worthless, plummeting from the sky. THUD! THUD! They smashed into the ground with two heavy impacts.

Beaten half to death by Ye Wushuang and utterly powerless to retaliate, they were now terrified of him to their very cores.

BOOM!

Wensong’s eyes blazed with fury. Defeat was sealed; there was no way to reverse his fate.

A ruthless look flashed in his eyes. He shot upward, grabbed Huo Zheng, and bolted into the distance. "Ye Wushuang, I will repay you for the humiliation of this day!"

His furious roar echoed from the distance. Wensong had abandoned his team and fled!

’Trying to run?’

A cold light flashed in Ye Wushuang’s eyes as he slashed out. A hundred-foot-long saber beam, like a bolt of crimson lightning, shot toward Wensong in an instant.

Horrified, Wensong swung back with a Flame Divine Saber.

But as soon as he struck out, his fingers were severed.

"AHHH!"

Wensong shrieked, his eyes bloodshot and savage as countless Blood Seals condensed in the void and streamed into his body.

In an instant, his body was engulfed in a brilliant crimson light, coating him in a membrane of blood.

His speed instantly skyrocketed, and he vanished from sight like a speck of blood.

Ye Wushuang was stunned. Wensong’s abrupt burst of speed was even faster than the first three steps of the Seven Steps of the Reversed Dragon.

The Dragon Cat reminded him, "Kid, that’s the Blood Escape Technique. It uses blood as a catalyst to increase one’s speed by dozens of times, but the side effects are immense. People don’t use it unless it’s a life-or-death moment."

’The Blood Escape Technique!’

Ye Wushuang was astonished. ’A technique that can increase speed by dozens of times... it’s truly one of the most effective ways to escape with your life.’

Standing in the air, Ye Wushuang gazed into the distance. Though he wanted to kill Huo Zheng and Wenhao, he didn’t pursue them.

’Wenhao was beaten half to death by me. Now that he has abandoned his teammates to flee alone, word will spread quickly. I doubt anyone will tolerate him. It’ll be impossible for him to stay in the Ninth Pass.’

’Besides, as for Huo Zheng... thanks to my earlier reminder, Wensong already knows who killed his younger brother.’

’Wensong didn’t grab Huo Zheng just to save him. It’s more likely he’ll kill Huo Zheng himself.’ 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

’In that case, Huo Zheng is as good as dead.’

With that, Ye Wushuang retracted his gaze and turned to look at the hollow.

The other nine members of his team flew over to join him, hovering in mid-air and looking down coldly at the six teams below.

The dozens of people below were covered in blood. A moment ago, they had been aggressive and confident of victory. Now, they were huddled together pathetically, staring up in terror at the ten people above them. The scene was both ironic and laughable.

Even now, they couldn’t believe it. Ten people had defeated dozens of them, including over ten Spiritual Spring Realm experts.

"Hand over your points!"

"And all your treasures!"

"And I’ll let you live!"

Ye Wushuang barked out the three commands.

"Don’t give them anything! I refuse to believe Ye Wushuang would dare to kill all of us! If he does, our Sects will never let him get away with it!"

Qing Yang shouted to the crowd, feigning confidence.

’These six teams are from six different factions. If Ye Wushuang kills them all, all six of those factions will surely hunt him down.’

’When you weigh the consequences, there’s no way Ye Wushuang would dare.’

"We won’t give you anything!"

The others understood his reasoning and echoed his defiance. ’Hand over our points and treasures? Impossible!’

Amidst the chorus of agreement, a crimson saber beam fell from the sky, growing larger in Qing Yang’s pupils. With a wet thud, his head was launched high into the air, and a pillar of blood shot toward the heavens.

In an instant, the hollow fell deathly silent.

’Who said he wouldn’t dare? Ye Wushuang just did it!’

Gazing at Ye Wushuang, whose eyes glinted with a cold light, the crowd trembled and huddled even closer together.

"We... we were just joking! Here, take it all!" The crowd’s last shred of defiance vanished in an instant. Terrified that Ye Wushuang would kill again, they quickly took out their treasures and Points Tokens.

Ye Wushuang then exchanged a look with Dii Qingxue. Meng Fanx and the others went down to collect the Points Tokens from the defeated cultivators.

Ye Wushuang then turned his head to look at the crowd of spectators on the mountain ridge.

"Fuck, he’s looking over here! Let’s go!" The spectators on the ridge shivered, turned, and fled. In an instant, they had vanished.

Their speed was simply incredible.

Ye Wushuang couldn’t be bothered to deal with them. Under the resentful glares of their victims, his group thoroughly plundered all six teams, and then the ten of them headed toward the center.

The entrance to the Second Pass was located in the center. It was a gateway; stepping through it meant entering the Second Pass.

The condition for entry was that a team of ten needed a combined total of five thousand points.

Having robbed countless teams, their ten members’ points far exceeded that amount. Entering the Second Pass would be a simple task.

"Let’s go."

Standing at the entrance, Ye Wushuang called out to the other nine. He stepped through, and the others followed with loud laughter.