Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

”Leave your life behind.”

A Disciple from the Fiery Sun Sect sneered as endless flames swept out like a boiling sea. Flames of all colors blotted out the sky, surging to engulf Ye Wushuang.

”Get lost!”

Ye Wushuang barked, activating his Treasure Body and striding into the sea of fire.

BOOM!

His body trembled violently. An energy storm erupted from his eighty-one Qi Vortexes, repelling the encroaching flames.

Like an invincible god, even the sea of fire could not bind him. He passed straight through it.

Slash!

The Dragon Blood Battle Saber cleaved down from the sky, swift as lightning, instantly cutting down several Fiery Sun Sect disciples.

The other Fiery Sun Sect disciples watched in horror. They clearly hadn’t expected Ye Wushuang to be this terrifying. They immediately thrust out Flame Palms, striking toward him.

However, these people were merely at the True Essence Sixth and Seventh Layer. How could their Flame Power possibly compare to the terrifying flames of Flame Mountain?

Even the fires of Flame Mountain couldn’t harm Ye Wushuang, so how could these pose any threat to him?

Slash!

A blood-red saber light shot out. Amidst the spray of blood, fiery palms flew from their owners’ arms and tumbled downward, the flames still burning on the severed hands.

”AHHH...”

Those disciples clutched their gushing, severed arms and rolled on the ground, screaming in agony.

Ye Wushuang activated Floating Light and Shadow, sweeping across with his Invincible Saber Intent like a merciless God of Slaughter, showing no quarter.

Elsewhere, members of the Illusion Race transformed into gigantic birds, swooping down from the void to attack Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang suppressed them with a single Dragon Emperor Mountain Sealing Stamp. His Dragon Blood Battle Saber then slashed through the void, and its blood-red light split the giant birds in two.

The giant birds reverted to blood-soaked human figures and tumbled away.

Ye Wushuang stared coldly at Huo Zheng, Beizhe Xinghui, and the others, then charged, wildly swinging his Dragon Blood Battle Saber.

”Quick, get to the twentieth level! This bastard is too strong!”

The group launched a barrage of attacks to cover their retreat as they scrambled toward the twentieth level.

On the twentieth level, Ye Rou, Qianling, and Qiu Mo’s expressions changed as they watched the crowd rush up.

”The twentieth level is our limit. Let’s enter the Light Gate first so we don’t become a burden to Junior Brother Ye,” Qianling said at once.

”But can Xiaoshuang handle this all by himself?”

Ye Rou covered her face with one hand, gazing worriedly at Ye Wushuang. She knew why he was so furious and who it was for, but she didn’t want anything to happen to him.

”You guys go on ahead!”

Ye Wushuang shouted. He only wanted to kill the main culprit, Qing Shui, but these people kept getting in his way, trying to kill him.

’If that’s how it’s going to be, then there’s no need to show mercy.’

’To climb higher and catch up to the man from the Cyan Race, it looks like I’ll have to kill a few people. There’s no other way up.’

A vicious glint flashed in Ye Wushuang’s eyes as he charged forward.

Hearing him, the trio of Ye Rou, Qianling, and Qiu Mo hesitated for a moment before rushing toward the Light Gate on the twentieth level.

Blood constantly stained the twentieth level, and the people who had been staying there turned pale with fright.

Down below, the crowd could only watch as severed heads rolled down from above.

They were instantly horrified, utterly terrified.

”What’s happening up there?”

The crowd below looked up, completely baffled.

”Looks like a fight broke out up there?”

On the ninth level, a young man’s expression changed drastically as a thought echoed in his mind: ’Kill for points!’

He wasn’t the only one; the same thought surfaced in the minds of others.

Instantly, a tense atmosphere spread down from the twentieth level.

”How about we also...” a slender young man on the ninth level suggested to a burly youth beside him with a meaningful glance.

”The two of us brothers should team up and climb to the tenth level. The treasures up there are even more valuable. We’ll get stronger together,” the burly youth said with a simple-minded look, though he understood the other’s meaning perfectly.

”Right, good brother! Let’s get points together, let’s step up to... BOOM!”

Before the words had even faded, the burly youth had already struck, his large saber hacking directly into the other man’s body.

The other man had clearly been preparing to strike as well, but he was a step too late.

”Brother? Getting points starts with you.” The burly youth gave a sinister smile, all traces of his simple-minded expression gone. He then strode onto the tenth level.

Similar scenes were playing out on several other levels.

The chaos above acted like a lit fuse, instantly spreading to the levels below the twentieth.

In just a few moments, rivers of blood flowed down, staining the Celestial Ladder red. The stench of gore gradually began to spread.

BOOM!

BOOM!

The twentieth level!

The twenty-first level!

The twenty-second level!

With blood splattering across level after level, Ye Wushuang’s black hair whipped about wildly. Like a God of Slaughter, he cut down the crowds blocking his path, one slash after another, chasing after Qing Shui and the others.

The few from the Cyan Race were extremely vicious, killing everyone in their way as they rushed upward.

”Ye Wushuang, are you insane?! You’re killing members of my Illusion Race! Aren’t you afraid our experts will hunt you down and kill you?”

Beizhe Xinghui’s expression was one of absolute horror. Ye Wushuang had already slaughtered his way to the twenty-third level, and the disciples of the Illusion Race were nearly all dead.

”If you motherfuckers hadn’t blocked me and tried to kill me, do you think I’d be bored enough to go after you? So what if I kill your Illusion Race? If your experts come, I’ll kill them all the same!”

Ye Wushuang was incandescent with rage. His body shot forward, blasting toward Beizhe Xinghui.

’So what if he’s at the True Essence Ninth Layer? As long as he’s not the strongest Disciple, I can still kill him.’

’Even with the Illusion Race’s terrifying Illusion Techniques, my Tai Chi Pattern has the fearsome ability to see through any Illusion. It’s the bane of their existence, something that strikes terror into their hearts.’

Fixing his gaze on Beizhe Xinghui, Ye Wushuang stomped on the bodies of several Illusion Race members and launched himself forward, blasting a punch toward him.

”Barbaric Tyrant Dragon Fist!”

”Dragon Emperor Mountain Sealing Stamp!”

The two attacks shot toward Beizhe Xinghui in unison.

Having lost his innate advantage with Illusion Techniques, Beizhe Xinghui was completely unable to contend with the assault. He could only activate a halo of light to defend himself.

But even though he was at the True Essence Ninth Layer, he couldn’t compare to Ye Wushuang, who possessed eighty-one Qi Vortexes. The golden fist shattered his defense instantly.

BANG!

Beizhe Xinghui’s body was sent flying.

”Slash!”

Ye Wushuang raised his Battle Saber and swung down.

”Ye Wushuang, Xinghui is the son of one of our clan’s Elders! If you kill him, you will pay a heavy price! You’d better think this through!”

Seeing this, Beize Peng roared.

However, Ye Wushuang acted as if he hadn’t heard a word, not pausing for even a second.

’I’ve killed a Sect Master’s son before, so why should I be afraid of an Elder’s son!’

Ye Wushuang sneered inwardly.

Seeing that he wasn’t stopping, Beizhe Xinghui was terrified by Ye Wushuang’s ruthlessness and immediately roared, ”Ye Wushuang, isn’t it an Illusion Technique you want? I have one! I can give it to you, a high-grade one at that! Just spare my life!”

BOOM!

The Battle Saber instantly veered off course by a dozen meters, striking the Celestial Ladder instead.

The entire Celestial Ladder trembled as if it were about to collapse. The strike scared Beizhe Xinghui so badly he almost lost his soul, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

”An Illusion Technique!”

Ye Wushuang stared coldly at Beizhe Xinghui.

It took Beizhe Xinghui a long moment to come to his senses, still stunned by that last slash. He hastily took out a Scroll.

Ye Wushuang took the Scroll and opened it for a glance.

”It’s real, I’m not lying to you,” Beizhe Xinghui said at once.

BAM!

AH!

Before his voice had even faded, Ye Wushuang kicked him, sending him flying off the Celestial Ladder.

”Next time you see me, remember to take the long way around.”

Ye Wushuang shouted coldly, his gaze turning to Huo Zheng, Wenhao, and the others.