Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

Before the Divine Temple, there was a strange, oppressive atmosphere. Some couldn’t bear it and left with a sigh, while others approached, filled with doubt. But from beginning to end, the only ones who hadn’t moved were the enigmatic youth Moo Li, Jian Bufan, Yuan Chong, Bing Yan, and their group.

In the air, there was also the Feather Race contingent. The silver-robed elder hadn’t moved either, his hawk-like eyes fixed on the Divine Temple. Beside him, the young members of the Feather Race stood with solemn expressions. They tightly gripped longbows wreathed in Spiritual Light, their sharp intent causing the very air around them to churn.

These people wouldn’t give up until the very last moment. Opportunity and crisis coexisted. Since there was a crisis, they believed there must also be an opportunity!

And similarly, one other person had not left.

It was Qiu Mo.

Unlike the others, his purpose was different. He was waiting for Ye Wushuang. Until the very end, he refused to believe that Ye Wushuang could have died.

CREAK!

After an unknown amount of time, the sharp, continuous sound of a door opening suddenly tore through the sky, echoing loudly in everyone’s ears.

SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH!

In an instant, everyone’s heart skipped a beat, and their gazes all snapped to the great doors of the Divine Temple.

A blurry white figure stepped out from the doorway, gradually coming into focus in the onlookers’ eyes. It was a handsome youth with eyes that were clear and bright, yet as profound as a starry sky.

He was dressed in clean, neat white robes that fluttered gently in the wind as he walked.

"Ye Wushuang!"

Everyone’s pupils contracted. Ye Wushuang had walked out of the Divine Temple. But was he still the same Ye Wushuang? Or had he been...

Thinking of the ordeal of possession, everyone grew wary. They all secretly began to channel a terrifying strike, ready to inundate Ye Wushuang with a sky full of attacks at a moment’s notice.

Ye Wushuang regarded them without a flicker of emotion. Then, he turned his head and glanced back inside the Divine Temple. It was now completely empty.

Although he didn’t know what connection he had to the Emperor—the one for whom a hundred thousand soldiers were willing to stain the starry sky with their blood—he was now certain that he had incurred a debt inside that place.

He withdrew his gaze, burying everything in his heart. With his current strength, he was in no position to fulfill that promise. The only way was to increase his strength—to become stronger, and stronger still!

"You..."

At the side, Qiu Mo stared at the approaching white-robed figure, gripping the black longspear in his hand. He wanted to ask something but didn’t know how to begin.

Ye Wushuang turned to look at him and solemnly spoke two words, "Thank you."

Hearing this, Qiu Mo’s heart jolted. He stared intently at Ye Wushuang for a long time, as if confirming something. Only then did a smile spread across his face.

"I thought you..." Qiu Mo said with a smile as he walked over.

"Thought I was possessed?" Ye Wushuang also revealed a faint smile. This very smile made it even clearer to Qiu Mo that Ye Wushuang had not been possessed.

"Ye Wushuang wasn’t possessed!"

Watching the two of them exchange smiles, the crowd finally fixed their stunned gazes on Ye Wushuang. They couldn’t imagine how he had managed to survive the terrifying crisis within the Divine Temple.

Or could it be that Ye Wushuang’s strength had already grown powerful enough to resist such a terrifying crisis?

’Impossible!’

Everyone immediately denied the thought. They had seen Ye Wushuang’s Cultivation Realm before; he simply didn’t have that kind of strength.

Bai Han stared at Ye Wushuang with a gloomy expression and asked, "Were you possessed or not?"

Ye Wushuang turned his head, the corner of his mouth curling up. "Why don’t you test me and find out for yourself?"

"You think I don’t dare?" Bai Han’s gaze turned cold. As he spoke, killing intent erupted from him, and he charged at Ye Wushuang, brandishing his Spirit Sword.

Seeing this, Ye Wushuang sneered in disdain. He didn’t make any move to counterattack. Instead, he turned his head and muttered to Qiu Mo, "In a moment, remember to leave first."

Hearing this, Qiu Mo looked confused, not understanding the meaning behind Ye Wushuang’s words. However, after seeing the message conveyed in Ye Wushuang’s eyes, he nodded.

"Hahaha, this animal definitely wasn’t possessed! Otherwise, he wouldn’t be standing there like an idiot." Bai Han let out a vicious laugh and brought his sword down hard on Ye Wushuang’s head. Killing intent overflowed, as if he couldn’t wait to slice Ye Wushuang in two.

The silver-robed elder of the Feather Race and the others watched quietly. They were naturally quite happy to have Bai Han charge forward and test the waters, so they did not intervene.

BOOM!

Ye Wushuang abruptly turned his head and lunged forward, closing the distance with Bai Han in an instant. The speed granted by his Great Success stage Floating Light and Shadow made even Bai Han flinch, causing his Spirit Sword to pause for a fraction of a second.

But in that fraction of a second, with a CLANG, Ye Wushuang’s five fingers shot out like an eagle’s talons, fiercely gripping the blade and locking it in place.

"You actually..."

Bai Han snapped back to his senses, his smile freezing on his face. At the same time, his mind raced, and he viciously thrust the Spirit Sword toward Ye Wushuang’s chest.

"You’ll be a perfect test for my Dragon Body."

A cold voice echoed in Bai Han’s ear. With a SNAP, the indestructible Spirit Sword was brutally snapped like a piece of scrap iron by Ye Wushuang. Even its Inscriptions shattered, leaving everyone dumbfounded!

BOOM!

At the same moment, Ye Wushuang puffed out his chest and slammed into Bai Han with an utterly savage motion. Instantly, the sound of cracking bones, so loud and clear, made everyone’s pupils shrink. A strange, hair-raising chill crept over them.

BANG!

Bai Han’s body was sent flying, soaring several hundred meters before crashing heavily onto the ground. He twitched and struggled, filled with immense regret. He shouldn’t have tested him; it had cost him his life. He struggled to lift his head, the only part of him that could still move, and opened his mouth as if to say something, but blood choked him, and he finally collapsed.

HISS!

The crowd stared at Ye Wushuang’s body as if they were looking at an ancient Barbaric Beast. With a single collision, Bai Han, a cultivator at the Qi Vortex Seventh Layer, had been sent flying several hundred meters, dead beyond a doubt.

Even if Bai Han had been careless, such an outcome was more than enough to prove just how terrifying Ye Wushuang’s body was!

’When did that bastard get so strong? Could he have obtained some opportunity in the Divine Temple?’

At the thought of an opportunity, everyone’s breathing grew ragged. No matter how much Bing Yan and the others hated Ye Wushuang, their first thought was to seize the opportunity he had acquired.

"Ye Wushuang has been possessed by the Evil Demon that was suppressed in the Divine Temple! To prevent him from bringing disaster to the world, let’s suppress and kill him together!" Yuan Chong said with a sinister smile, taking the lead. He directly slapped the label of "Evil Demon" on Ye Wushuang, determined to see him dead.

Hearing this, Bing Yan also gave a cold smile and added with self-righteous gravity, "Suppressing an Evil Demon is our bounden duty!"

"Slay the Evil Demon and restore peace to our Grand Emperor Domain!" In the air, the silver-robed elder also seized the opportunity to speak. His terrifying longbow was drawn to its fullest, an arrow brimming with endless killing intent and sharp Killing Power aimed at Ye Wushuang.

"Slay the Evil Demon!"

How could the others not understand what these people were thinking? They were using the pretext of "suppressing an Evil Demon" to kill Ye Wushuang and seize his opportunity.

Kill!

With killing intent ignited, the crowd didn’t even wait for Ye Wushuang to offer a rebuttal. They unleashed terrifying attacks and charged at him, looking as if they wanted to tear him limb from limb. Their cold indifference was chilling.

Seeing this, Qiu Mo’s expression changed. How could he not understand their intentions? He immediately moved closer to Ye Wushuang.

"Remember what I said. Leave first. We’ll meet again at the Sect!" Ye Wushuang said to Qiu Mo. At the same time, a cold and savage light exploded from his eyes. ’I’ve just reforged my Chaos Heaven-Devouring Dragon Body and don’t know its exact Combat Power. This is the perfect chance to test it. So, it’s time to fight!’