Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

Qing Shui sneered, but she had no idea Ye Wushuang’s killing intent had already reached its breaking point.

His Divine Sense was locked firmly onto Qing Shui. It wouldn’t matter if she fled into the Light Gate or ten thousand fathoms underground—today, she would die.

In an instant, the six members of the Cyan Race shot toward the Light Gate like six streaks of cyan light.

At the same moment, a powerful Dragon Spirit True Essence erupted from Ye Wushuang’s body, enveloping him in rings of a golden halo.

He unleashed all his power, channeling every last bit of it into his speed. Executing his Floating Light and Shadow technique to its absolute limit, he was gone like a flash of light, leaving behind a string of afterimages. It was impossible to tell which one was his true self.

Slash!

Seeing Qing Shui just a few steps from the Light Gate, Ye Wushuang slashed through the air. A net woven from saber light instantly formed and descended upon all six of them.

The six were horrified. They released streams of cyan True Essence from their bodies, which formed into giant cyan serpents with massive, gaping maws that shot up to collide with the blood-red saber light.

The blood-red saber light, enhanced by thirty percent of his Invincible Saber Intent, was extraordinarily powerful. It completely dismantled the attacks of the six, and the dense net of blades continued toward the Light Gate with unstoppable momentum.

Its speed was far beyond what the six could have imagined. If they insisted on forcing their way into the Light Gate, their bodies would be torn to shreds by the net of blades.

Hearts pounding with fear, the six reacted instantly, dodging at extreme speed to either side of the Light Gate.

HUMMM!

The blood-red saber light struck the Light Gate, and the Invincible Saber Intent ruthlessly bombarded it.

The Light Gate flared with a blinding radiance and trembled violently. The entire space of the twenty-eighth floor shook so intensely it seemed on the verge of collapse.

The six were left with lingering fear, breaking out in a cold sweat. They never could have imagined that this unknown youth, whom they thought they could crush with ease, would be so terrifying.

”Go, now!”

Before the shockwave even dissipated, Qing Wei and Qing Yang roared. Shrouded in cyan light, they forced their way into the heart of the explosion and seized the chance to rush into the Light Gate.

Even as the rampant Power of Destruction battered them until they couldn’t stop coughing up blood, they endured the pain and fled without a moment’s hesitation. After all, escaping was better than bleeding out and dying here.

As for Qing Shui and the other three, they were a beat slower to react but followed close behind.

Gazing at the Light Gate, now so close, Qing Shui suddenly broke into a laugh. ’Once I step through,’ she thought, ’no matter how ferocious Ye Wushuang is, he won’t be able to touch me.’

BOOM!

Just as the other three stepped through, Qing Shui took a step to follow.

”You’re staying right here!”

In the nick of time, Ye Wushuang strode through the air. A True Essence Palm shot forward and grabbed Qing Shui’s body.

BOOM!

Qing Shui’s smile froze. Her body was yanked out of the Light Gate and slammed viciously into the ground, without a hint of mercy for her beauty.

Qing Shui’s expression changed drastically. All calm was gone, her delicate, beautiful face contorted with fury. She roared, ”Bastard! Get off me!”

With a backhanded slash, she sent a vicious sword attack at Ye Wushuang, a beam of cyan Sword Light cutting through the air.

At the same time, she scrambled to her feet and made another dash for the Light Gate. The series of movements was remarkably fluid.

But Ye Wushuang was faster. With a single slash, he annihilated her attack, then teleported in front of the Light Gate to block her path before throwing another punch at her.

BANG!

Qing Shui’s body was sent flying once more, crashing hard onto the Celestial Ladder.

”There won’t be a next time for you.”

Ye Wushuang stared coldly at Qing Shui. ’This woman may be charming, enchanting, and breathtakingly beautiful,’ he thought, ’but she is also utterly vicious. There’s no reason to hold back.’

Qing Shui spat out a mouthful of blood, her eyes flashing with terror, but she still said, ”Ye Wushuang, you have to know that I am a member of the Cyan Race! Killing me means offending a Hidden Clan. You should be able to imagine the consequences.”

”The Cyan Race?”

Ye Wushuang sneered. He’d already offended more than one or two major powers; what was there to fear from adding the Cyan Race to the list? Without hesitation, he brought his Battle Saber down.

In that instant, Qing Shui’s beautiful eyes trembled violently. She was terrified. She had never expected Ye Wushuang to be so ruthless—he’d kill a person just as he said he would, without the slightest ambiguity or hesitation.

She shrieked, ”Ye Wushuang, spare my life! I can be your woman!”

Qing Shui panicked. She had never imagined she would die, her life and death now completely in Ye Wushuang’s hands. At this critical juncture, a desperate idea struck her, and she forcefully tore at her clothes.

Her magnificent figure was completely exposed before Ye Wushuang’s eyes.

”Ye... Ye Wushuang,” she stammered, ”from now on, you can do whatever you want with me. You can trample me underfoot. Even if you want to take me right here, right now, I won’t say a word. Just please, don’t kill me.”

Qing Shui spoke seductively, heavily emphasizing words like ”do whatever you want” and ”trample.” To possess her meant being able to do as one pleased. Faced with such an ultimate temptation, who could possibly resist?

’Therefore,’ she thought, ’he can’t possibly resist. As long as he gives in to temptation, then...!’

SWISH!

Suddenly, Ye Wushuang’s Dragon Blood Battle Saber swung down. A flash of saber light streaked past, mercilessly severing her neck.

Her body was instantly covered in blood as she collapsed into a lifeless corpse on the ground. The entire process was brutally efficient.

’Even the most beautiful face cannot escape death. If you hadn’t tried to kill me, hadn’t humiliated my sister, hadn’t been so vicious, why would I have killed you?’

After pulling the corpses from the ground into his Dragon Blood Divine Cauldron, Ye Wushuang walked toward Feng Jue.

Feng Jue was like a demon of slaughter, his killing merciless. The other Disciples were terrified to their very core, and many scrambled fearfully into the Light Gate.

”Let’s go up.”

Ye Wushuang called out to Feng Jue before striding toward the twenty-ninth floor.

Hearing this, Feng Jue stopped. From the moment he had taken his revenge, his life had belonged to Ye Wushuang.

So, when Ye Wushuang told him to stop, he stopped.

He then rushed up to the twenty-ninth floor and walked over to Ye Wushuang.

Meanwhile, the Disciples on the twenty-eighth floor, having survived the catastrophe, breathed a sigh of relief. They stared up in terror at the two men above—one a God of Slaughter, the other a demon of slaughter—who had struck fear into their very souls.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Terrified that the God of Slaughter would return, the crowd frantically rushed for the Light Gate, abandoning all thought of entering the twenty-ninth floor.

Arriving on the twenty-ninth floor, Ye Wushuang looked up toward the top of the Divine Communication Tower, his gaze sharp.

Feng Jue came to Ye Wushuang’s side and asked, ”You want to go to the eighty-first floor?”

Hearing this, Ye Wushuang smiled. ”I would like to go up and have a look, but my points...”

Feng Jue fell silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up. ”You could kill me,” he said. ”With my points added to yours, you might be able to make it.”

A flicker of light in his eyes, Ye Wushuang turned to look at Feng Jue. ”You should hold on to your life. Since you’ve already set foot on this path, you should fight for your own chance. Besides, you have your own opportunities here. You don’t need to follow me for now.”

Feng Jue fell silent again. As he followed Ye Wushuang toward the thirtieth floor, he suddenly asked, ”After we leave the Earth Palace, where can I find you?”

Ye Wushuang turned his head. ”Go to the Ancient Spirit Sect. But before you do, I need you to do something for me.”

Feng Jue asked, ”What is it?”

Ye Wushuang thought for a moment. ”After you get out, I need you to find two people for me: Su Mu and Xiang Tianxiao. They are Loose Cultivators. Once you find them, figure out a way to bring them to the Ancient Spirit Sect.”

’Loose Cultivators have no sect or faction, making them the easiest group to recruit.’

’By finding those two, I can start gathering people like them and build a powerful faction of my own.’

’This was an idea I’d had for a while, but it wasn’t a strong conviction.’

’However, after hearing the threats from people like Beizhe Xinghui of the Illusion Race and Qing Shui of the Cyan Race, that idea has gradually taken root and grown stronger.’

’Why is it that members of those great clans, despite not being that strong, dare to act so unscrupulously?’

’It’s because no one can do anything about them. Isn’t it just because they have powerful factions backing them up?’

’In the future, I will face many enemies. Before I reach the Peak, if I don’t have a faction of my own, my two fists won’t be able to fend off four hands. I fear I’ll fall on this path before I reach the end.’

’Therefore, building my own faction is an absolute necessity.’

Ye Wushuang’s eyes flickered as a plan began to form in his mind.