Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

SWOOSH!

A sound of something piercing the air rang out, approaching from the distance!

A silver-white arrow, like a streak of light, tore through the void, flying toward Ye Wushuang with unparalleled sharpness!

The attack was sudden and brimming with killing intent, making it impossible to guard against!

"Young Master Ye, be careful!"

Far away, Yuann Qingmeng snapped back to her senses. Her expression changed drastically at the sight of the sudden attack. She wanted to block it but was too late, and could only cry out in alarm.

But a sense of danger had already flared within Ye Wushuang. His body flickered, instantly shifting half a meter to the side.

BOOM!

Having lost its target, the terrifying arrow struck the head of the Iron-Armed Grey Bear instead. Its dreadful power tore the beast’s skull apart.

Witnessing this, Ye Wushuang’s eyes narrowed and a chill ran through him. ’That attack held nothing back. They meant to kill me in a single shot. How vicious!’

RUMBLE!

A figure strode through the air, landing twenty meters across from Ye Wushuang.

He was a young man in a silver robe, at the Qi Vortex Fourth Level. His appearance was quite peculiar, for a pair of silver-grey wings grew from his back, giving him an extraordinary, handsome air!

In his hand, he held a long, silver-white bow. The body of the bow shimmered with light, its edges glinting with immense sharpness!

"Was that your arrow just now?"

Ye Wushuang stared coldly at the silver-robed youth.

"Yes." The youth stroked the longbow in his hand, casually uttering the single word with an arrogance that showed his disregard for life.

Ye Wushuang’s eyes turned icy. "Why?" he asked.

"Because I felt like it. That’s all." The silver-robed youth shrugged as if that was reason enough to kill Ye Wushuang.

’Because you felt like it... so you tried to kill me!’

Hearing this, fury ignited in Ye Wushuang, and killing intent coiled around him.

"So what if it was because I felt like it? What can you do about it?" The silver-robed youth gave a mocking smile, his gaze toward Ye Wushuang filled with amusement.

"Not much. Just kill you."

The cold words echoed through the void. Ye Wushuang snatched up the corpse of the Iron-Armed Grey Bear, then shot through the air with his Ancient Sword in hand. A subtle glint of Sword Aura flashed out, a fatal strike.

"So what if you took the Iron-Armed Grey Bear? Your life belongs to me, Yuh Hao!" The silver-robed youth sneered, unconcerned by Ye Wushuang’s attack.

BOOM!

In the next instant, the wings on his back unfurled to a length of three or four meters. He vanished in the blink of an eye, reappearing several dozen meters away in the next second. Ye Wushuang was astonished. ’Such speed! So fast!’

"Hmph. When it comes to speed, you’re no match for the Feather Race!" Yuh Hao scoffed.

"Is that so?"

A cold arc formed on Ye Wushuang’s lips as he spat out two cold words: "Life-Taking Sword!"

In the next moment, a dark light suddenly bloomed in the void and shot forward like a bolt of lightning. Its speed was three or four times faster than before, and it blanketed the air with a thick, murderous intent—a chill so intense it seeped into the bones!

Yuh Hao’s heart skipped a beat, and the smile vanished from his face.

"Interesting. But it’s not enough!" Yuh Hao said with disdain, showing no fear. With a single movement, he vanished from Ye Wushuang’s sight.

Ye Wushuang’s sword strike hit nothing but air!

"Young Master Ye, he’s in the sky!" Yuann Qingmeng and the other two shouted as they rushed over.

SWOOSH!

The moment their voices fell, a silver-white arrow shot down from the sky toward Ye Wushuang like a flash of lightning. The sound of it piercing the air was sharp and piercing!

Ye Wushuang’s eyes narrowed. He executed Floating Light and Shadow, retreating more than ten meters in a flash.

When he looked up, he saw Yuh Hao hovering several dozen meters in the air, looking down on him like a King of the sky.

"Human, a Cultivator can’t fly without reaching the True Essence Realm. But even an ordinary member of my Feather Race can. This means you are destined to never kill me!" Yuh Hao declared arrogantly.

"Just a bird-man. You’re nothing but a pair of wings. Without them, you’re nothing!" Ye Wushuang sneered and suddenly roared, "Dragon Emperor Mountain Sealing Stamp!"

RUMBLE!

Abruptly, a golden Dragon Seal materialized above Yuh Hao’s head. Its vast Dragon Power shook the Firmament. With a heaven-shaking dragon’s cry, the Dragon Seal transformed into an eternally unchanging Immortal Dragon Mountain and came crashing down to suppress him.

Yuh Hao’s expression finally changed. He tried to dodge, but it was too late. The Immortal Dragon Mountain slammed down on him!

Instantly, Yuh Hao’s body plummeted from the sky, crashing with a BOOM at Ye Wushuang’s feet. Before Yuh Hao could even get up, a foot stomped down on his wings.

"So, do you still feel like it now?" Ye Wushuang retorted, his sarcastic words piercing Yuh Hao’s heart.

"Bastard! Let go!"

Yuh Hao’s face flushed with rage as he struggled ceaselessly, glaring at Ye Wushuang with eyes full of murder, as if he wanted to tear him to pieces.

"Do you still think I can’t kill you now?" Killing intent gleamed in Ye Wushuang’s eyes. He pointed his Ancient Sword at Yuh Hao’s head. The Ancient Sword, stained with the blood of many, radiated an aura of pure Slaughter that sent an icy chill deep into Yuh Hao’s soul.

Yuh Hao’s expression shifted drastically as a trace of fear emerged.

But he quickly suppressed his fear, acting as if he had something to fall back on. He said defiantly, "You won’t kill me. I’m the Young Master of the Feather Race. In the Endless Wilderness, I am the heavens! Not even the Heavenly King himself can do anything to me. If you kill me, you won’t live to see another day!"

"Young Master of the Feather Race?"

Ye Wushuang sneered. "Then do you know who I am?"

"You...?"

Yuh Hao froze for a moment, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

"Remember this: the one killing you is greater than any Heavenly King!" Ye Wushuang’s gaze turned sharp as his Ancient Sword swung out in a fatal arc.

"Young Master Ye, don’t!" Yunn Dong, who had just run over, saw Ye Wushuang’s action and frantically shouted for him to stop.

But the Ancient Sword had already struck. A bloodstained head left Yuh Hao’s body, and gushing blood dyed the pair of silver-white wings red.

"It’s over!"

Yunn Dong was a step too late. Seeing the dead Yuh Hao, he said gravely, "Brother Ye, you should have spared him! You shouldn’t have killed him!"

"He wanted to kill me, so I killed him. It’s only right," Ye Wushuang replied indifferently, taking the Storage Ring from Yuh Hao’s body and tossing it into his True Dragon Space.

Seeing this, all three of them were stunned by Ye Wushuang’s composure. Thinking Ye Wushuang didn’t understand the gravity of the situation, Yunn Dong gave a bitter smile. "But, Brother Ye, the Feather Race is a long-standing Desolate Race in the Endless Wilderness, with experts as numerous as trees in a forest. Now that you’ve killed this man, the Feather Race will never let this go!"

"Is that so?"

Ye Wushuang’s eyes were cold. "If they dare to come, I dare to kill."

There were far too many people who wanted him dead—not just the Feather Race, but also the likes of Anx Shijie. Which of them didn’t want to kill him?

But Ye Wushuang was not afraid. If they dared to come, he would kill. He would press forward relentlessly, killing without end!

Having stepped onto the path of Cultivation, Ye Wushuang walked the Path of Invincibility, a road of slaughter. Either he would fall, or his enemies’ corpses would lie at his feet. He was betting his life to reach the heavens!

Therefore, as long as he continued to grow stronger, he would continue to kill—kill until rivers of blood flowed, kill until his enemies trembled in fear, kill until no one dared to come for him again!