Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

"I’ve already conceded, and you’re telling me to scram!" Ye Mu roared, his face contorted with rage.

"You think conceding is enough?" Ye Wushuang stared coldly at Ye Mu. "The moment you stepped onto this stage, you called me trash. You thought I was an easy target, so you demanded that I kneel and concede before everyone. And now that you’re weaker than me, you think you can just concede and walk away? Don’t you find that laughable?"

At these words, Ye Mu’s face turned a ghastly shade of pale, his expression utterly hideous.

"Scram. Still not moving?" Ye Wushuang’s gaze hardened as he strode forward, planting his foot domineeringly next to Ye Mu. Ye Mu let out a muffled grunt and collapsed onto his side.

Instantly, his face flooded with humiliation!

Moments ago, he had been so arrogant and boastful. Now, in the blink of an eye, he was utterly powerless!

But it wasn’t over. A wave of icy killing intent emanated from Ye Wushuang, making Ye Mu’s heart tremble. Amid his powerlessness, he was gripped by a new terror—the fear of being killed.

Ye Wushuang’s killing intent was so intense that it gave Ye Mu the distinct impression that if he didn’t obey, Ye Wushuang would kill him. Right here, right now.

"I’ll scram!"

Finally, Ye Mu looked to the heavens and laughed—a laugh both pathetic and pitiful.

But for as pitiful as he was, he was equally detestable.

Just moments before, he had been so brazen, seeking to humiliate Ye Wushuang the instant he stepped on stage. Now, retribution had fallen upon him. Despite being at the Qi Vortex Fifth Layer, he was brought to the ground and forced to roll down the steps of the battle stage.

The disciples below were dumbfounded, a sense of shame creeping over them.

Just before, they had been mocking Ye Wushuang, calling him trash and a coward!

And in the blink of an eye, Ye Wushuang had revealed his true strength, delivering a harsh slap to all their faces.

"Bastard!" Fourth Elder shot to his feet, his rage boiling over and his killing intent palpable.

"Sit down!"

Sensing the Fourth Elder’s killing intent, Ye Xuan snorted heavily. An icy chill radiated from him, causing the air to plummet in temperature and making people shiver.

"Ye Wushuang is too vicious! Ye Mu had already conceded, why did he still need to humiliate him?" the Fourth Elder roared, his eyes glinting with murderous intent. "That is my proudest son, yet he was forced to roll away on command!"

"Vicious?" Hearing this, Ye Rou’s gentle face turned cold as she retorted, "Fourth Elder, you say Xiaoshuang is vicious because you saw him humiliate Ye Mu. But let me ask you, did you not see Ye Mu insult Xiaoshuang first? Did you not see him try to publicly humiliate him, to make him kneel and concede? Why didn’t you see any of that? Are you blind?"

Ye Rou had a gentle disposition, but if anyone dared to insult her family, even she had her moments of fury.

"Ye Rou, I am your elder. How dare you speak to me like that?" the Fourth Elder’s eyes grew colder, his rage intensifying.

"Calm yourself," Ye Xiong, who was beside him, glanced at the Fourth Elder and said coldly. "That piece of trash will pay the price. His arrogance won’t last long."

"Don’t worry, I’ll personally turn him into real trash," Ye Feng added with a cold smirk. He had long known that Ye Wushuang possessed some strength.

The Fourth Elder reluctantly fell silent. He shot a cold glare at Ye Rou, then an angry one at Ye Xuan, before finally taking his seat.

Hmph!

Ye Xiong also watched Ye Wushuang with a cold gaze, a hint of killing intent in his eyes. ’So what if he’s on the rise? It changes nothing!’

He turned and gave Ye Feng and Ye Cheng a look filled with a murderous glint. Both of them nodded in unison. The meaning was obvious: their father wanted them to kill Ye Wushuang.

"Ye Wushuang is the victor!"

The Referee Elder announced the result, his gaze fixing deeply on Ye Wushuang.

He had practically watched the boy grow up. Because he was adopted by Ye Xuan, he had been ostracized by many. Then, three years ago, his Cultivation stagnated, causing everyone to look down on him completely.

Yet just now, this same boy had overpowered Ye Mu in a single move, forcing him to roll off the battle stage in public. The Elder was surprised, but also felt a sliver of gratification. ’This boy is not the same person he once was.’

’I hope you can bring me more surprises,’ the Referee Elder thought to himself. He refocused his attention and announced, "The third round is over! Next, we begin the ranking matches for the top ten. It will be an open challenge format. However, considering everyone has expended some energy, we will take a half-hour break."

"No need! We’ve hardly expended any energy!" Ye Feng shouted immediately. The others nodded in agreement.

"And you?" the Referee Elder asked, turning to Ye Wushuang, who was still on the stage.

"I have no objection," Ye Wushuang said with a shrug. His powerful self-confidence left the spectators below momentarily stunned.

They all understood now. Ye Wushuang was like an unsheathed sword, finally revealing its sharp edge.

The Referee Elder glanced toward the high platform. After a brief discussion, the others there nodded as well. He then announced, "Very well! In that case, the ranking matches will begin now! The format is open challenge. A match ends upon concession."

"Wait a moment! Please allow me to say a few words," Ye Xiong said, seizing the opportunity to stand up as things were being finalized.

"Go ahead," the Referee Elder said, looking at Ye Xiong.

"As you all know, this clan gathering is different from those in the past. It is tied to the competition for the City Lord position. In order to select the strongest elites, I believe we should change the rules. Concessions should be eliminated. A victory is only achieved when an opponent is beaten to the point they can no longer stand. This will not only unearth our disciples’ potential but also reveal their true strength."

Ye Xiong spoke with casual confidence, but with every word, the look in Ye Xuan’s eyes grew a fraction colder.

Beaten until they can’t get back up!

How vicious!

’Ye Xiong is simply targeting Ye Wushuang!’

"Patriarch, what are your thoughts?"

Ye Xiong asked with a smile. He knew that if Ye Xuan agreed, Ye Wushuang would be doomed. If he refused, Ye Xuan’s authority would be shattered, giving Ye Xiong the perfect opportunity to make his move and force the Patriarch to step down.

With the support of several other Elders, he was confident the position of Patriarch would soon be his.

Hearing this, Ye Xuan’s heart sank and his expression turned grim. He had witnessed the strength Ye Wushuang had just displayed. Overpowering Ye Mu with a single move had both surprised and delighted him.

’But what if he has to face Ye Cheng? What are his chances then?’

He knew that Ye Xiong had proposed this rule change for one reason and one reason only: to have Ye Wushuang killed.

"What’s wrong? Surely the great Patriarch of the Ye Family isn’t lacking in a little courage, is he?" Ye Xiong said with a cold smile, seeing Ye Xuan’s grim expression.

"Father, agree to his terms," Ye Wushuang said from below, his gaze sharp and focused.

"Shuang’er, you..." Ye Xuan turned to look, only to see a confident smile on Ye Wushuang’s face.

"Trust Xiaoshuang," Ye Rou added.

"Fine!"

Finally, Ye Xuan’s expression hardened as he uttered a single word.

Hearing this, Ye Xiong smiled. ’Ah, Ye Xuan,’ he thought gloatingly, ’you’ve personally sent your own son to his death!’

"Let the matches begin," the Referee Elder announced, seeing that everyone was in agreement. He then moved to Ye Wushuang’s side and whispered, "You must be careful."

"I understand," Ye Wushuang replied with a smile, turning to walk off the stage.

BOOM!

At that very moment, before Ye Wushuang had even stepped off the platform, Ye Feng could no longer contain himself and leaped onto the stage. "I, Ye Feng, challenge you, Ye Wushuang!"