Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

Watching Ye Wushuang’s foot poised to step onto the twentieth floor, the expressions of the onlookers turned utterly foul.

The moment he stepped up, their bet would be lost.

However, just as his foot was about to touch the floor, he unexpectedly pulled it back.

He spun around, his eyes dark and grim.

”Let her go,” Ye Wushuang spat out coldly. The very air seemed to freeze, thick with killing intent and biting frost.

The crowd, their faces already grim, turned to follow his gaze.

Among the Cyan Race members, they saw the sole woman, Qing Shui, holding a cyan Treasure Sword to Ye Rou’s neck.

No one present had anticipated this.

Qiu Mo and Qianling, who were walking right beside Ye Rou, hadn’t even noticed that she’d been taken hostage.

When they came to their senses, they were instantly furious.

All eyes were fixed on Qing Shui. She offered a faint smile. ”No need to worry. I’m just joking around. You can all continue climbing the tower.”

Qing Shui was an alluring woman with a captivating face. Her body was a perfect ”S” curve—full-chested and with shapely hips, her figure voluptuous and well-proportioned.

Her smile was enchanting and her voice sweet, but even as she claimed to be joking, the serpentine cyan Treasure Sword didn’t move. In fact, it pressed even closer.

A bloody line appeared on Ye Rou’s delicate neck, with trickles of fresh blood seeping out.

”You bitch! What are you trying to do?”

Ye Rou was livid.

SLAP!

The moment Ye Rou cursed, Qing Shui struck, her hand flashing out to slap Ye Rou across the face.

A red Palm Seal bloomed on Ye Rou’s pretty face.

Qing Shui smiled charmingly. ”Now do you understand what I’m trying to do?”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Ye Wushuang’s fists were clenched so tight they felt like they would explode. His eyes were completely bloodshot.

Qing Shui had actually slapped Ye Rou right in front of him.

Ye Wushuang’s killing intent was nearly uncontrollable. He said grimly, ”I’ll count to three. Let her go. Or you die!”

”Hee hee, no need to count. Go ahead and step onto the twentieth floor. My life will be yours then, won’t it?” Qing Shui replied nonchalantly, a seductive smile on her face.

But her smile was frigid, like that of a venomous snake, sending a chill down the spine.

Yet if Ye Wushuang were to step onto the twentieth floor, Ye Rou would likely die the very next instant.

If he didn’t step up, the others would demand he honor the bet—not only taking his treasures, but also his life.

Hearing Qing Shui’s words, the people with gloomy expressions were suddenly delighted.

They had been preparing to attack and kill Ye Wushuang the moment he stepped onto the twentieth floor, but they hadn’t expected the Cyan Race to make a move first—and a far more vicious one at that.

Consequently, the others turned their gazes to Qiu Mo and Qianling, also entertaining the idea of taking them hostage.

Ye Wushuang took one step forward, causing the crowd to halt.

”One!”

Ye Wushuang spat out a single word, and the nineteenth floor seemed to transform into a world of ice and snow, sending a chill through their very souls.

Qing Wei and Qing Yang frowned, locking their Divine Sense onto Ye Wushuang. The moment he made a move, they would support Qing Shui.

But as the word ”One” left his lips, Ye Wushuang vanished.

As if teleporting, he abruptly appeared in front of Qing Shui. A flash of Sword Aura, imbued with a Life-Taking Light, stabbed precisely toward her serpentine cyan Treasure Sword.

His methods were uncanny, and the speed of his sword strike was pushed to the absolute limit.

TING!

The tip of the Ancient Sword pierced the air and, with a delicate touch, landed precisely on the flat of the serpentine cyan Treasure Sword.

Ye Wushuang flicked his wrist. The Ancient Sword vibrated at a strange frequency, directly knocking the cyan Treasure Sword away.

How could Qing Shui have anticipated this? Her expression changed drastically. She poured her True Essence into the blade, and the cyan Treasure Sword transformed into a giant cyan serpent that lunged to bite Ye Rou.

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Wushuang reached out, wrapped an arm around Ye Rou’s slender waist, and shot backward, landing beside Qiu Mo and Qianling.

”You three, get to the twentieth floor!”

Ye Wushuang roared at the three of them as a powerful force pushed them toward the twentieth floor. The nineteenth floor was not their limit, so sending them to the twentieth would prevent them from being surrounded and taken hostage.

After sending the three away, Ye Wushuang’s gaze turned to Qing Shui, his eyes colder than ice. He had never wanted to kill someone so badly before. Qing Shui was the first.

”You. Will. Die!”

Ye Wushuang lunged forward, charging at Qing Shui. The killing aura emanating from his Ancient Sword was terrifyingly dense!

Qing Wei and Qing Yang snapped back to reality. They had expected Ye Wushuang to finish his count, but he didn’t play by the rules at all. The moment he’d said ”one,” he had already struck and rescued Ye Rou.

”Stop him! Kill him!”

Qing Shui regained her composure, her charming demeanor vanishing as she shrieked venomously.

BOOM!

The other members of the Cyan Race stepped forward.

Thunder Sword!

Ye Wushuang slashed out. Countless bolts of the Thunder Sword danced across the nineteenth floor, raining down on the members of the Cyan Race.

With a series of crackling explosions, two members of the Cyan Race were immediately hit.

SWISH! SWISH!

Ye Wushuang weaved through them like a ghost. His Life-Taking Sword pierced the throats of the two Cyan Race Disciples. Two heads instantly flew off their shoulders and tumbled down the stairs.

”You’re courting death!”

Seeing this, Qing Wei and Qing Yang flew into a rage. Their True Essence surged as they struck at Ye Wushuang. Their Palm Seals transformed into a ferocious, giant cyan serpent that opened its maw to bite him.

The few remaining members did the same, surrounding Ye Wushuang to kill him.

’No, we can’t let him die at their hands first. The item Senior Brother wants is still on him.’

Huo Zheng and Wenhao of the Fiery Sun Sect charged over with a group of people.

The moment they moved, Beizhe Xinghui and the others from the Illusion Race also rushed forward.

”Get lost! I’ll take the life of anyone who tries to stop me from killing her!” Ye Wushuang roared, his rage soaring to the heavens. Daring to strike Ye Rou was unforgivable.

BOOM!

He slashed his sword, and streams of Sword Qi erupted from his Sword Body, overwhelming the cyan serpents.

At the same time, waves of scorching flames washed over him from behind.

”Get lost!”

Ye Wushuang drew his Dragon Blood Battle Saber with his other hand and swung it fiercely. The wave of fire was split in two, spreading out to either side.

Some Disciples were instantly incinerated by the flames, their charred bodies tumbling down from the nineteenth floor.

”Ye Wushuang, you dare kill people in the Divine Communication Tower!”

A Disciple roared. The moment the words left his mouth, he was cleaved in two by a flash of saber light, and his body tumbled down.

Seeing this, Qing Shui frowned and shouted to Qing Wei and Qing Yang, ”Let them hold him back! We’re going up first.”

Hearing this, Qing Wei and Qing Yang nodded. They darted through the crowd and rushed for the twentieth floor. But even as they ascended, their attacks didn’t stop. They launched palm strikes at some of the Loose Cultivators.

A single palm strike was enough to kill those unsuspecting Loose Cultivators!

Those Loose Cultivators never knew what hit them. Their bodies tumbled down the stairs one after another, and their points were transferred to the members of the Cyan Race.

Ye Wushuang’s eyes were locked on Qing Shui. The moment she moved, he moved too, charging after her.

”Ye Wushuang, where do you think you’re going!”

Huo Zheng and his men seized the opportunity to rush Ye Wushuang, bombarding him with attacks.

Seeing this, Qing Shui killed a Loose Cultivator with a palm strike before turning to look back at Ye Wushuang. With a seductive smile tinged with disdain, she stepped onto the twentieth floor.

’Even if you fucking make it to the ninety-ninth floor, I will kill you.’

Ye Wushuang’s eyes were cold as he watched the people charging at him. A murderous aura gradually enveloped him. ’Anyone who blocks my path... will die! Die!’