Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

BANG!

BANG!

As the earth trembled, a giant in the dense forest could be seen savagely ripping up the ancient trees in its path and flinging them skyward until they filled the air.

BOOM!

The giant moved incredibly fast, reaching a clearing in the heart of the forest in the blink of an eye. Its massive hands shot out and grabbed two ancient trees that were blocking its view.

With a loud SNAP, it tore them in two!

”Who dares touch the Lord Priest!”

The furious roar, like the bellow of a Barbarian King, echoed in powerful sonic waves.

”Smack ’em, Big Guy! Smack ’em for Lord Cat!”

An imperious voice cut through the roaring with exceptional clarity.

BOOM!

At these words, the giant violently raised its hand and brought its palm crashing down on Yuh Tian. It was like a great mountain descending, blotting out the sun and casting a vast shadow.

”Bastard! How dare you launch a sneak attack!”

Among the Feather Race, a young man at the True Essence Sixth Layer saw what was happening. His face darkened, and he roared in fury.

Energy surged through his body, pouring madly into the longbow in his hands.

The bow shuddered violently as its Spiritual Light blazed, unleashing a sharp radiance in all directions.

SWOOSH!

A massive streak of light erupted from his bow. It pierced the void, saturated with overwhelming killing intent as it shot toward the giant.

”Damn it all! You dare launch a sneak attack!”

”Big Guy, smack him! Smack him dead first!”

On the giant’s right shoulder, a fat cat raised a paw, pointed at the Feather Race youth of the True Essence Sixth Layer, and yelled.

Smack!

The giant didn’t hesitate, swatting down with the back of its hand.

The instant its hand neared the beam, it clenched its fist, and the sharp streak of light was immediately crushed into nothing.

Seeing this, the expression of the True Essence Sixth Layer Feather Race youth changed. He shot backward, preparing to retreat.

BOOM!

But the giant’s other massive palm was already crashing down on him.

The massive palm blotted out the sky. Its power was ferocious, making the very air hum and tremble, and its speed was astonishing.

Even though the Feather Race youth was fast, he was like an ant before that massive palm. How could he possibly escape?

With a tremendous BOOM!

The giant palm landed squarely on his body.

The Feather Race youth coughed up a torrent of blood that fell like a crimson rain, dyeing the air red.

His body, unable to withstand the palm’s pressure, plummeted toward the ground like a meteor.

BAM!

A body slammed into the earth, sending sand, stone, and a plume of dust exploding into the sky.

On the ground, only a large crater remained. The man was gone.

Everyone’s gaze froze. They all turned to stare at the ferocious giant, the corners of their eyes twitching violently and their mouths trembling. They were so shocked it felt like their eyes would pop out of their heads.

’What a terrifying body!’

’To think that pure Physical Strength could be this terrifying!’

The Giant Spirit Race!

This was the Giant Spirit Race, the number one Ancient Race in the Endless Wilderness!

Zhao Feiyu, Liuu Yifei, Yuh Tian, and all the other disciples’ faces darkened. Staring at the towering, fierce figure, they instantly guessed his identity.

”Gahahaha, trash! As if I wouldn’t smack you to death!”

A smug voice reached everyone’s ears.

Everyone turned to look. On the giant’s shoulder stood a fat, fluffy white cat, staring at them with an expression that screamed, ’I’m the baddest in the world.’

Who else could this man and cat be but Pann Wu and the Dragon Cat?

It had previously spent considerable time and effort drilling its identity as the Priest’s Cat into the blockheaded Pann Wu.

This had caused some delay, which was why they hadn’t caught up to Ye Wushuang sooner.

Now that they had caught up, Pann Wu had seen someone daring to make a move on the Priest of his Giant Spirit Clan. He was naturally enraged. He would have started smacking people even without the Dragon Cat’s command!

”Damned beast!”

How could the proud youths of the Feather Race endure being called trash by the Dragon Cat? They erupted in fury.

”You bastard! You dare curse Lord Cat? You’re finished!”

The Dragon Cat’s ears were sharp. Hearing the curse from one of the Feather Race youths, it instantly flew into a rage.

”Big Guy! This brat dared to curse the Priest’s Cat! That means he’s disrespecting the Lord Priest and defiling the Barbarian God! The Barbarian God himself wouldn’t let him get away with it!”

”Smack him! Smack him hard! Smack the bastard to death!”

The Dragon Cat’s crafty eyes stared straight at the Feather Race youths as it yelled.

Hearing this, the corner of everyone’s mouth twitched. This creature was too shameless! The insult was clearly directed at it, yet it had somehow managed to drag the Lord Priest and the Barbarian God into it. Utterly shameless!

Pann Wu, however, didn’t argue. His bronze-bell eyes locked onto the Feather Race youths, and a massive palm descended.

At the sight, the faces of the Feather Race youths changed drastically.

That terrifying palm had just swatted one of their own to death a moment ago.

Instantly, they spread their wings and scattered in all directions.

BOOM!

Yuh Tian’s gaze darkened. He abandoned his attempt to kill Ye Wushuang, raising his gold-and-jade longbow and charging toward Pann Wu.

”Giant Spirit Race, do you intend to make an enemy of my Feather Race?!”

Yuh Tian roared.

”Hmph! I’ll smack whoever touches my clan’s Priest!” Pann Wu boomed.

’Priest?’

’Who is the Priest?’

Hearing Pann Wu’s words, the crowd was bewildered.

They had all heard of the Giant Spirit Clan’s Priest—a prophet so revered that even the Clan Leader had to show respect.

But they had no idea where this Priest was.

’Could it be that wretched cat?’

BOOM!

While everyone was still guessing, Pann Wu’s mountain-sized palm crashed down on the Feather Race youths.

”One Arrow Sweeps the Eight Desolates!”

Yuh Tian roared, his gold-and-jade longbow vibrating. A terrifying arrow gradually materialized, frantically devouring the surrounding Heaven and Earth Essence Qi. Like a beam of celestial light, it shot toward Pann Wu, aiming to pierce right through him.

The beam magnified, splitting into countless streaks of light that filled the sky with a dazzling radiance, illuminating the entire world!

Its terrifying Power of Slaughter was bone-chilling.

One Arrow Sweeps the Eight Desolates was Yuh Tian’s powerful Combat Skill. Infused with all his energy, it was potent enough to kill an expert at the Spiritual Spring First Layer.

This made even Zhao Feiyu and Liuu Yifei look on with grave expressions.

Ye Wushuang’s brow furrowed. Judging by the power of this attack, there was still a considerable gap between himself and a genius at the True Essence Eighth Layer.

And Yuh Tian wasn’t even the strongest of the geniuses. The truly formidable ones were the top disciples of each major power!

’The gap is too large. I must focus on my Cultivation during this trip to the Earth Palace!’

Ye Wushuang vowed to himself.

BOOM!

Pann Wu tilted his head. He frowned at the sky full of arrow-light and immediately swatted down with his other hand.

A closer look would reveal Divine Light radiating from Pann Wu’s palm. Patterns flowed across the very bones of his hand, emitting a ferocious energy.

BOOM!

The massive palm collided violently with Yuh Tian’s One Arrow Sweeps the Eight Desolates.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A huge section of the air exploded, yet the massive palm crushed everything in its path, incomparably powerful.

”The Giant Spirit Battle Body... it’s terrifying!”

Ye Wushuang watched Pann Wu’s powerful form with envy. He could suppress everything with just his bare palm.

’Now that is true strength!’

’On this trip to the Earth Palace, I must find the Giant Spirit True Blood and master the Giant Spirit Dao Skill.’

BOOM!

In the sky, Pann Wu’s other palm also came down on the group of Feather Race youths.

BOOM!

The youths who failed to escape were swatted out of the air and slammed into the ground, their status unknown.

The others were sent flying, coughing up torrents of blood.

”AHHHH! Bastard! Bastard! The Feather Race will not rest until you are dead!”

The surviving youths roared again and again.

”What’s with all the roaring? You think you’re louder than Lord Cat? Big Guy, smack ’em till they’re dead!”

The Dragon Cat gestured with all the authority of a battlefield commander, pointing a paw at one of the youths.