Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

"See? He’s not dead!"

Seeing that the Demon Abyss disciple wasn’t dead, Yuh Yuzhen turned his head with a strange smile.

"If he isn’t dead, then Ye Wushuang must not be dead either."

Tu Qianqian and Ao Wuchang also sneered as they looked into the palace.

Lupao shot Yuh Yuzhen a cold glance, then immediately turned to the Demon Abyss disciple and asked, "What’s going on in there?"

"There’s no danger inside, it’s just a Blinding Technique. Ye Wushuang isn’t dead at all, but he’s trapped in there."

The Demon Abyss disciple replied. However, no one noticed that his gaze was dull and lifeless.

"Kill him!"

Upon hearing this, Yuh Yuzhen and the others didn’t think twice, rushing inside impatiently.

Besides seizing the Wood Essence, they also wanted the treasures Ye Wushuang carried—treasures obtained from the ninety-ninth floor and the Demon Hall, more precious than any other opportunity.

As Yuh Yuzhen and his group stepped into the palace, Dii Qingxue, who was standing guard in front of the Elf Saint Hall, furrowed her fine brows, a hint of worry showing.

Dii Qingxue turned her head to Feng Yang and said, "I have to go save him."

"Leave this to me. I can hold off those two." Feng Yang nodded, his gaze fixed on the two figures standing on the distant treetops. He was well aware of the crisis Ye Wushuang faced.

With four of the strongest disciples joining forces, not even someone with his strength could handle them.

RUMBLE!

With that, Dii Qingxue stepped onto a crescent moon and shot straight toward the palace.

At the same time, the Demon Abyss disciple who had "fled" the palace strode out to block Dii Qingxue’s path. "Ye Wushuang is fine. He told me to tell you not to go in."

PFFT!

Before the words even left his mouth, the disciple split in two. Dii Qingxue shot through the middle and rushed toward the palace gates.

BOOM!

Before she could enter, the palace gates slammed shut, blocking her way.

Meanwhile, inside the palace, Ye Wushuang stood in the center, quietly watching the newcomers.

Earlier, he had wanted to take the opportunity to examine the Divine Soul Refining Technique, but then the Demon Abyss disciple had been unexpectedly thrown in.

At the Dragon Cat’s reminder, he had woken up and, taking the disciple by surprise, planted a Soul Slave Seal on him to do his bidding.

"Ye Wushuang, you’re not trapped!"

Staring at Ye Wushuang standing in the center, Ao Wuchang frowned, sensing something was wrong.

"What do you think? If I didn’t say that, how else would you have stepped in here?"

Ye Wushuang gazed at the group.

Ao Wuchang, Tu Qianqian, Lupao, Yuh Yuzhen, and all of their team members... pretty much everyone was here.

Hearing Ye Wushuang’s words, everyone frowned. They scanned the area with their Divine Sense but found no danger, which allowed them to relax a little.

"You’re just putting on a brave face!" Yuh Yuzhen sneered. "We have so many people on our side, and you’re all alone. Not even Dii Qingxue can save you now. You have no escape."

Lupao added grimly, "Hand over the Wood Essence and all your treasures, and we’ll leave you with an intact corpse."

Hearing the words "intact corpse," a strange light flickered in Tu Qianqian’s eyes. "I’ve long heard that Ye Wushuang’s physical body is powerful. Don’t worry, after you’re dead, I’ll make sure your body is put to good use."

Ye Wushuang heard this, shook his head, and smiled with utter disdain. "Just the few of you think you can kill me? You really think too highly of yourselves."

"Bastard! You don’t know what’s good for you!"

A cold glint flashed in Yuh Yuzhen’s eyes. He abruptly raised his silver longbow, about to infuse it with True Essence.

But in the next instant, his expression changed drastically. Here, his True Essence was suppressed, and he couldn’t summon it at all.

The others didn’t look any better; their faces changed as well.

"Have you noticed it now? There are special measures in this place. All of your True Essence is suppressed. So, as for killing me... you can’t do it."

Ye Wushuang sneered. ’The suppression is irrelevant. Even without it, I could obliterate them with either the Supreme Transformation True Demon or the Dragon Blood Killing Sword.’

"You think we can’t kill you just because our cultivation is suppressed? You’re too naive."

Lupao sneered, "There are so many of us here. Against just one of you, it’s more than enough to tear you apart alive."

"Is that so?"

Ye Wushuang took a step forward and dashed toward Lupao. A calm voice sounded in Lupao’s ear, "A moment ago, weren’t you all saying my physical body is powerful? Have you forgotten so soon?"

BOOM!

As soon as the words fell, Ye Wushuang activated his Treasure Body and threw a punch at Lupao.

The golden fist, even without the support of True Essence, still shone with a brilliant golden light, incomparably ferocious.

Lupao subconsciously tried to circulate his Demon Evil Qi, but it was completely useless. He could only swing a fist to block.

"Idiot!"

Spitting out the word, he smashed his fist into Lupao’s.

CRACK!

The bones in Lupao’s fist fractured. The tearing pain made his face twist in agony.

"Ugly!"

Ye Wushuang slapped him across the face. With a loud SMACK, Lupao’s body slammed violently against the palace gate, making the entire hall tremble.

Lupao’s body immediately crumpled to the ground, and he began to wail softly.

Out there, a Spiritual Spring Fourth Layer cultivator was a team leader, one of the strongest disciples.

But in a contest of physical strength, he had been utterly crushed by Ye Wushuang with a single punch.

That terrifying force left everyone pale with shock, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. Just what kind of monstrous body did he have to possess such strength?

The crowd was stunned for a moment before coming to their senses and shouting hoarsely, "Kill him together! Otherwise, none of us will get out of here alive!"

Ye Wushuang’s physical body was too terrifying. If they didn’t attack now, they wouldn’t be leaving this palace alive today.

BOOM!

Dozens of people charged forward frantically. Although they couldn’t summon their True Essence, they refused to believe that with their combined physical strength, they couldn’t stop Ye Wushuang.

Moreover, every single one of them drew their sharpest Spirit Communication Treasure. One sword per person—it should be enough to mince Ye Wushuang.

Watching the crowd rush toward him, a cruel smile appeared on Ye Wushuang’s face.

His Treasure Body was approaching the Great Success stage. He could easily shatter even Spirit Communication Treasures, and he wouldn’t fear a Spiritual Spring First Layer cultivator even if their cultivation wasn’t suppressed.

’Competing with me in physical strength here... isn’t that just ridiculous?’

BOOM!

Like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, Ye Wushuang charged into the crowd.

"You’re courting death!"

Ao Wuchang drew a Treasure Sword and slashed horizontally.

Ye Wushuang scoffed, smashing his fist forward. CLANG! The Ancient Sword trembled, and the force directly knocked Ao Wuchang’s arm back.

SMACK!

Immediately after, another slap sent Ao Wuchang’s body flying sideways.

"Bastard! Bastard!"

In that instant, Ao Wuchang was so enraged his features twisted. The strongest disciple of the dignified Celestial Sword Sect, slapped across the face—it was an absolute humiliation!

"Ye Wushuang, I’ll make you..."

BAM!

Before he could finish, Ye Wushuang lifted his right leg and brought it down like an axe, viciously chopping into Ao Wuchang’s abdomen.

With a pained howl, Ao Wuchang’s body slammed onto the ground with a THUD. He curled up like a cooked shrimp, clutching his stomach and rolling in agony.

CLANG! CLANG!

In the next moment, a series of fist shadows hammered against the crowd’s weapons, many of which were instantly destroyed by a single punch.

The weapons vibrated, ringing incessantly.

The weaker team members were sent flying by the recoil, slamming into the palace walls.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

A flurry of fist shadows rained down viciously upon the group. The sound of dull thuds was endless, and miserable screams filled the air!

"Ye Wushuang, spare me! I won’t try to kill you anymore! I swear, I’ll take a detour whenever I see you from now on!"

"Don’t kill me!"

"Ah!"

Terrified pleas for mercy and miserable cries rose and fell throughout the palace.

Ye Wushuang’s speed was incredible. His golden fists struck at everyone’s weak points with cunning precision, felling them in an instant.