Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

"Ye Waste!"

Duan Yu spun around. When he saw Ye Wushuang standing behind him, he was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage out of humiliation. "Waste, you dare call me an idiot?"

Ye Wushuang grinned mockingly. "Didn’t you just admit it yourself?"

"I admitted it!" Duan Yu froze, then quickly came to his senses, furious. "You dare to mock me? You’re courting death." As soon as the words left his lips, he took a step forward, his powerful aura pressing down on Ye Wushuang.

"Get lost!"

Seeing that Duan Yu had developed killing intent at the slightest disagreement, the smile on Ye Wushuang’s face vanished. He let out a sudden, explosive roar like a raging Violent Ape. The sound waves rolled out, catching the charging Duan Yu off guard and sending him stumbling back four or five steps. His blood surged, and with a PUH, he spat out a spray of blood.

"It’s been over a month and you’re still stuck at the Body Tempering Eighth Layer. I really don’t know where you get the nerve to call me a waste over and over again. It’s obvious who the real waste is," Ye Wushuang said disdainfully, his words sharp and sarcastic.

"You...!"

Duan Yu was incandescent with rage. It was as if Ye Wushuang’s words had struck a fatal nerve, and his face burned with shame. A month ago, he was at the Body Tempering Eighth Layer, and a month later he was still there. Meanwhile, Ye Wushuang had broken through to the Body Tempering Ninth Layer at a heaven-defying speed. A single shout had forced him back and made him cough up blood. Calling Ye Wushuang a waste was indeed a ridiculous, ironic joke.

"Look, it’s Ye Wushuang!"

"Huh, isn’t that Duan Yu?"

The commotion here attracted everyone’s attention. They all turned to look, and when they saw Duan Yu being sent reeling and spitting blood from a single shout, they were all utterly shocked.

Stared at by the crowd’s strange gazes, Duan Yu felt his pride being crushed. His face turned pale, and he suddenly roared ferociously, "Ye Wushuang, I’ll fight you to the death!"

BOOM!

Before his words even faded, he was already charging at Ye Wushuang, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Moron!"

Ye Wushuang spat out a single, contemptuous word, then suddenly strode in front of Duan Yu and brutally stomped a foot onto his stomach. Simple and crude.

BANG! Duan Yu’s body shot out like a cannonball. He traced a perfect parabola through the air before slamming heavily onto the ground. He then scraped along the ground for more than ten meters before finally stopping, his face a mangled, bloody mess from the friction.

"AHHH!"

Instantly, Duan Yu began to scream, one moment clutching his stomach, the next tremblingly cradling his face. The sight made the onlookers’ eyelids twitch, and a chill ran through their hearts. ’So ruthless. His face was scraped raw. That was absolutely vicious!’

Nearby, Yangg Hao’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the miserable Duan Yu. He said in a low voice, "Ye Wushuang, you’re too vicious!"

Ye Wushuang snapped his head around, his cold gaze fixed on Yangg Hao. He felt no need to be polite with a petty person who would kick a man when he’s down just for entertainment. He said domineeringly, "So what if I’m vicious? What can you do about it?"

What can you do about it?

Yangg Hao was speechless. His face darkened, and the cold, murderous glint in his eyes intensified, but he didn’t dare do anything. He knew exactly how powerful the force Ye Wushuang had just displayed was.

Hmph!

Sensing that flicker of killing intent from Yangg Hao, Ye Wushuang snorted coldly. ’You’d better not provoke me.’

With that thought, Ye Wushuang walked toward the battle stage without giving Yangg Hao another glance.

"This guy is so domineering!"

Watching Ye Wushuang approach, the hearts of the disciples trembled, and they all made way for him.

Ye Wushuang walked straight to the front of the battle stage.

"He’s here!" On the other side of the battle stage, Ba Ziyun said to Anx Shijie and Chen Kun beside him.

Anx Shijie turned to look, his eyes blazing with killing intent. Seeing this, Chen Kun, who was standing to the side, gave his assurance, "Law Enforcement Elder, please rest assured. This subordinate will definitely take Ye Wushuang’s head as an offering to Young Master Anx Jun."

"Steward Chen, you must not be careless. That beast Ye Wushuang has the means to contend with the Qi Vortex Realm. Once you strike, do not hold anything back," Ba Ziyun said, frowning as he recalled Anx Jun’s death.

"Rest assured!" Chen Kun was supremely confident and sneered, "With my strength at the Peak of Qi Vortex Second Layer, plus the combined power of four Qi Vortexes, killing a mere Body Tempering Ninth Layer ant like him will be effortless."

"What? Four Qi Vortexes!"

Hearing this, Ba Ziyun was startled. He turned to stare at Chen Kun, utterly shaken. Upon reaching the Qi Vortex Realm, a Cultivator would open up Qi Vortexes in their Dantian. Each vortex was a core for storing True Qi, and the number of vortexes was directly related to a Cultivator’s talent and the strength of their power.

Generally, between two Cultivators of the same Realm, one with four Qi Vortexes could easily crush one with a single vortex—to say nothing of Ye Wushuang, who was only at the Body Tempering Ninth Layer.

"Good. Kill him, and I will reward you handsomely!" After receiving Chen Kun’s assurance, Anx Shijie also spoke.

"Many thanks, Law Enforcement Elder!"

Overjoyed, Chen Kun bowed, then shot a cold glance at Ye Wushuang and leaped onto the battle stage.

"It’s about to start!"

"There’s no room for a comeback. Ye Wushuang is destined to fall on this battle stage."

"What a pity. He was a ruthless one."

Seeing Chen Kun step onto the stage, the crowd watched with sighs. Chen Kun’s face was brimming with triumph and satisfaction. For him, there was nothing more enjoyable than eliminating his greatest threat in front of a captivated audience.

Looking at Chen Kun, the corners of Ye Wushuang’s mouth curled into a slight smile, and he too strode toward the steps of the battle stage.

"Ye Wushuang, once on this stage, life and death are decided by fate. If you kneel and admit defeat, I might consider leaving you a path to survival." Watching Ye Wushuang walk up to the stage, Chen Kun sneered. Even before killing Ye Wushuang, he wanted to humiliate him thoroughly.

"You sound like a damn woman, spouting so much nonsense!"

Hearing Chen Kun’s words, Ye Wushuang gave a scornful laugh. At the same instant a ferocious glint flashed in his eyes, his figure shot out without any warning, moving like a bolt of lightning.

BOOM!

The moment he moved, the battle stage shook violently. With a roar like an enraged ape, he unleashed the Eight Kills of Battle. Eight streams of blood-red energy swirled around his fist as he threw a deadly punch. The Fist Force sliced through the air like lightning, causing sonic booms along its path.

"You’re courting death, so I’ll grant your wish!" Chen Kun was contemptuous, feeling an unprecedented level of confidence and ease. ’Could someone in the Body Tempering Realm really defy the heavens?’

BOOM!

He also raised a hand. True Qi surged as he sent a palm strike toward Ye Wushuang’s fist. The terrifying True Qi caused the air to hum and flow rapidly.

Kill!

A sharp glint flashed in Ye Wushuang’s eyes. Knowing he couldn’t meet the attack head-on, he abruptly withdrew his fist and launched a sweeping kick. The wind from his leg was like a blade as it swept toward Chen Kun.

Chen Kun snorted coldly. He formed his hand into a Palm Saber, pointed it toward the Firmament, and then swiftly chopped down, aiming straight for Ye Wushuang’s leg. The air itself seemed to split as the currents flowed rapidly to either side of his Palm Saber.

Seeing this, the corner of Ye Wushuang’s mouth lifted in a cold smile. He stomped his standing foot hard on the ground, his entire body flipping up in a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree spin. He raised his airborne right leg high and then fiercely chopped down toward Chen Kun’s shoulder. The air was displaced by the force and speed, rushing madly to the sides and forming ripples of qi.

Chen Kun’s palm strike hit nothing but air. ’This is bad!’ he thought. As he tried to withdraw his hand and retreat, he heard two words ring in his ear: "Too late!" A foot chopped down onto his shoulder. With a KRAK of splintering bone, one side of his body sank abruptly.

POW!

Immediately after, Ye Wushuang’s right foot abruptly pivoted, the sole of his foot connecting with Chen Kun’s right cheek. SMACK! The sound was shockingly crisp.

HSSS!

Chen Kun, however, sucked in a sharp breath of cold air from the pain!