Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

"Who killed the Young Master of my race!"

A booming voice like rolling thunder resounded, making everyone’s eardrums ache.

An old man with salt-and-pepper hair suddenly appeared in the sky above them. On his back was a pair of wings wreathed in silver light, covered in strange, flowing patterns that were both mysterious and profound.

His hawk-like eyes swept over the crowd, finally landing on Yuh Hao’s corpse. Instantly, a blazing fire of rage ignited in his gaze.

Earlier, Yuh Hao’s Soul Seal had vanished, but he hadn’t believed Yuh Hao was dead. He refused to believe anyone would dare kill the Young Master of the Feather Race, or that anyone would dare provoke the Feather Race.

But upon seeing Yuh Hao’s corpse, he knew he had been gravely mistaken.

"Tell me, who killed him!"

The old man’s gaze was frigid as he drew a silver longbow, aiming it at the crowd below. Inscriptions floated along the bow’s body, and a silver light flickered, radiating killing intent.

As the longbow targeted them, the crowd felt as if they were being stared down by some peerless horror. Their bodies stiffened, unable to move. Even Ye Wushuang felt a mortal crisis bloom in his heart.

’This old man is, at the very least, an expert of the True Essence Seventh and Eighth Layers!’

’And that bow... it’s comparable to a Treasure Artifact. It’s powerful enough to kill any one of them, including me!’

Ye Wushuang’s brow furrowed deeply. He knew someone would tell the elder that he had killed Yuh Hao.

"Hehe, kid. You sure had a good time with all that killing earlier. Now you’re in trouble, aren’t you?" The Dragon Cat’s gloating voice echoed from within the Chaos Space.

"Shut up!" Ye Wushuang snapped.

"Ahem. Actually, you don’t have to worry. These are just a few small fry. Lord Cat can take care of them all by himself." The Dragon Cat paid no mind to Ye Wushuang’s reprimand. Instead, its cunning eyes darted about as it spoke.

"The price?" Ye Wushuang sent half of his Divine Sense into the Chaos Space, staring at the Dragon Cat as he asked. ’He couldn’t believe this scheming, fat cat would ever help him out of the goodness of its heart.’

"Damn it! Lord Cat just wants to help you, and you actually..." The Dragon Cat grew angry and was about to argue, but when it saw Ye Wushuang’s all-knowing expression, it swallowed its words.

Its cunning eyes darted about again. After a pair of feigned coughs, it said, "Alright, fine. Lord Cat won’t ask for much. Just give me half of your Spirit Medicine, and Lord Cat will take care of this for you."

’What a scammer,’ Ye Wushuang sneered internally. He withdrew his Divine Sense, vowing to himself, ’I’ll find a chance to teach this fleabag a harsh lesson!’

However, the most pressing matter was dealing with the deadly situation at hand.

"Hey, kid! Let’s negotiate! Lord Cat will only take a quarter! A fifth! One-tenth! That’s my final offer!"

The Dragon Cat continued to clamor within the Chaos Space, but Ye Wushuang ignored it. His gaze was fixed grimly on the elder in the sky, his Divine Sense already locked onto the Dragon Blood Killing Sword. It was his only trump card.

Sure enough, Anx Ping of the Fiery Sun Sect couldn’t hold back any longer and stepped forward.

"You!"

The elder’s arrow pointed at Anx Ping, and the other members of the Feather Race behind him also took aim.

"It wasn’t me, but I know who did it!" Anx Ping said, his voice trembling. ’He knew that if he didn’t give up the culprit, the elder would undoubtedly kill them all.’

"Who was it!" the elder asked, his voice dark.

"Him! Ye Wushuang!" Anx Ping whirled around and pointed a finger directly at Ye Wushuang.

Everyone turned to look at Ye Wushuang as if he were already a dead man. They all understood. Whether they killed him or the elder killed him, Ye Wushuang was doomed today.

SWISH!

The elder snapped his head around. Without another word, he loosed the silver-white arrow. It locked onto Ye Wushuang, shooting forth like a meteor. It tore through the void, sending out ripples as it flew toward Ye Wushuang with unparalleled sharpness.

The sense of mortal danger crept into Ye Wushuang’s heart.

With a thought, his Divine Sense stirred. The Dragon Blood Killing Sword within the True Dragon Space trembled violently, and a heaven-shaking Slaughter Qi echoed throughout the space.

Since Ye Wushuang’s Cultivation had broken through, the power of the Dragon Blood Killing Sword had risen to another level. Killing an ordinary expert at the Eighth or Ninth Layer of True Essence, or even someone from the Spiritual Spring Realm, would be no issue.

But before he could draw the sword, a vast power suddenly erupted in the sky, and the terrifying arrow instantly disintegrated!

"Who is it?"

The elder’s eyes narrowed as he turned to look into the distance.

BOOM!

From the distance, an aged figure flew through the air. He wasn’t imposing or majestic in the slightest. On the contrary, he was utterly slovenly, with tattered clothes, matted hair, and a grimy face. He cut a very poor figure.

However, his appearance made the faces of the four from the Yunlan Ancient Teachings fall.

"Meng’er, where is Meng’er?"

The moment this disheveled elder appeared, a terrifying Divine Sense swept over the crowd below.

A chill ran through everyone’s hearts, and they didn’t dare to move a muscle. This elder was, at the very least, a terrifying expert of the Spiritual Spring Realm!

"Grandpa!"

Seeing the newcomer, Yuann Qingmeng’s eyes reddened as she cried out to the elder in the sky. She had crushed the Jade Talisman that had summoned him—a talisman to be used only in a moment of life and death!

Meng’er!

Hearing her voice, the disheveled elder’s face lit up with joy. He descended from the sky and landed beside Yuann Qingmeng.

However, when he saw that one side of Yuann Qingmeng’s face was red and swollen, he exploded with fury.

"You bastard! Who did this?"

Suddenly, an immense pressure erupted from the elder, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe. It made Bing Yan’s heart tremble violently, and he clenched his fists so hard they nearly shattered. He finally understood the meaning behind Yunn Dong’s earlier words.

It meant he had provoked this person!

Thinking of how terrifying this man was, he was filled with so much regret he could have coughed up blood!

But it was too late for regrets. In a desperate attempt to salvage the situation, Bing Yan could only grit his teeth, step forward, and admit his fault. "Senior! I didn’t know she..."

"Bastard!"

The elder’s Divine Sense was locked onto everyone present. The moment Bing Yan stepped forward, the elder closed the distance in a single stride and slapped him to the ground. Bing Yan was sent sprawling, bleeding from all seven orifices, his internal organs displaced. His head rang, and his state was utterly wretched.

"You hit my granddaughter. You’ve crossed a line."

"I’m giving you ten days. You will kneel all the way from the Endless Wilderness to the Yunlan Ancient Teachings, and you will kneel before my granddaughter to atone for what you’ve done!"

"If you don’t come!"

"I won’t just kill you!"

"I will also annihilate your entire Bing Family. And I always keep my word!"

Each domineering word from the disheveled elder’s mouth struck Bing Yan’s heart like a hammer blow, shocking everyone present. Even Ye Wushuang was stunned by such overbearing might.

Annihilate an entire family over a single disagreement!

All because Bing Yan had hit his granddaughter.

Ye Wushuang admired the elder’s domineering style. If anyone ever dared to bully those close to him, he would be even more ruthless.

But all of this was built on the foundation of strength.

Ye Wushuang’s fists clenched tightly. His craving for power intensified. He had to protect his father and sister!

"Let’s go!"

With that one cold word, the disheveled elder prepared to leave with Yuann Qingmeng. However, Yuann Qingmeng glanced at the crowd, her gaze falling upon Ye Wushuang. "Grandpa," she said, "can you take him with us? He saved me earlier."

Hearing this, the disheveled elder turned to stare at Ye Wushuang, a sharp glint flashing in his ancient eyes.

From the sky, the elder with the salt-and-pepper hair spoke coldly, "He is on my Feather Race’s kill list. No one is taking him anywhere."

"Get lost!" The disheveled elder waved a hand, and a terrifying storm swept the members of the Feather Race into the distance. Only an enraged voice drifted back, "Ye Wushuang, just you wait! The Feather Race will hunt you down!"

Seeing his chance, Ye Wushuang gave the disheveled elder a deep look and a quick bow with clasped fists. Then, his body shot backward, turning into an afterimage and vanishing from sight.

The others prepared to give chase, but with the disheveled elder still present, they didn’t dare to move.

Yuann Qingmeng also looked worried. She knew that as soon as her grandfather left, these people would absolutely go after Ye Wushuang.

"Don’t worry," the disheveled elder said, retracting his gaze. "That kid is no simple character. He won’t be dying anytime soon." With that, he led Yuann Qingmeng and her two companions away.

Phew!

Seeing the elder leave, everyone finally let out a breath, as if a great weight had been lifted from their shoulders.

"Ye Wushuang got away!" The gazes of both groups turned incredibly dark.

"He can’t have gotten far! Let’s go after him! We can look for tracks of the Divine Temple on the way!" A vicious glint flashed in Luo Yunjiao’s beautiful eyes as she gave chase in the direction Ye Wushuang had fled.