Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

Min Juncai’s attack caught everyone by surprise.

Everyone, that is, except for one person.

Before Min Juncai could even get close, everyone watched as Ye Wushuang calmly turned and casually flicked a hand out.

Though the gesture seemed nonchalant, it stunned the crowd. The hand instantly transformed into a colossal, sky-blotting palm that descended from above as swiftly as a lightning strike, landing right on Min Juncai.

BAM!

Min Juncai’s attack was instantly thwarted. He was slammed face-first into the ground, unable to even struggle.

”A single palm strike!”

Min Juncai struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with terror as he stared at Ye Wushuang.

One strike. Just one single palm strike, and he, a cultivator at the True Essence Ninth Layer, couldn’t even take it!

’How laughable! And I thought we were evenly matched!’

PFFT!

Min Juncai spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out. Perhaps fainting was the only way to escape the shame.

Qing Yuxiu and the other Loose Cultivators were frozen in place. They could tell that the attack had been nothing more than a casual, effortless strike from Ye Wushuang.

And yet, a cultivator at the True Essence Ninth Layer had been taken down by that casual strike, unable to even get back up. This fact sent shockwaves through everyone’s minds, stirring up a tempest within them.

’Just how strong is Ye Wushuang now?’

They couldn’t even begin to imagine.

Ye Wushuang glanced indifferently at Min Juncai on the ground and said nothing. It was just a small test of his new abilities, and he was quite satisfied with the results.

On the ninety-ninth floor of the tower, he had used the Ancestral Blood to successfully break through to the True Essence Ninth Layer, and his strength had skyrocketed to a whole new level.

Not only that, but his Treasure Body was now approaching Great Success, he had mastered the Giant Spirit Dao Skill, and he now possessed the terrifying Giant Spirit True Body.

He had also mastered a Superior Illusion Technique and obtained the Saint-Level Combat Skill from Liuu Yifei: the Heavenly Concealing Hand!

The first form of the World-Destroying Slash, World Destruction, had also reached Great Success.

His current Combat Power was a world apart from what it once was. He had no fear of facing masters of the Spiritual Spring Realm and even dared to challenge the strongest disciples.

As for those at the True Essence Ninth Layer, suppressing them with a single palm strike was a trivial matter.

Therefore, it wasn’t that he had been foolish enough to turn his back on Min Juncai. He had simply disdained the attack, not giving it a second thought.

Even if Min Juncai’s attack had landed, the power of his Treasure Body would have prevented even the slightest injury.

RUMBLE!

Glancing into the distance, Ye Wushuang took a step, ascending into the void and shooting off toward the horizon.

’The God of Slaughter!’

It took the crowd a long moment to come to their senses, their gazes all turning toward the sky.

The white-robed figure gradually faded from view, but the shock he left behind was boundless!

One of them looked at the prone form of Min Juncai, then turned to Qing Yuxiu. ”Do you think... maybe Min Juncai was just too weak?”

”Min Juncai’s strength is not much different from my own.” Qing Yuxiu’s expression was grim as he stared at the horizon and murmured, ”If I were to face him, I’m afraid I couldn’t block a single one of his moves, even with all my power and trump cards.”

’Face him?’

Everyone knew this ”him” was Ye Wushuang, which shocked them even more. They were well aware of Qing Yuxiu’s strength; he could have killed any one of them in an instant.

And yet he couldn’t even block a single one of Ye Wushuang’s moves!

’The God of Slaughter is truly extraordinary. From now on, he will be the goal I strive toward.’

Some of the Loose Cultivators thought to themselves.

Ye Wushuang left the group behind, crossing the void and heading toward the Ancient Spirit Mountain Range.

His immense power gave him immense confidence. He had never dared to fly through the sky before, fearing ambushes from lurking Demon Beasts and Barbaric Beasts. Now, he had no such worries.

Many Demon Beasts prepared to attack Ye Wushuang, but after sensing the aura emanating from his body, they obediently retreated.

In just half a day, Ye Wushuang’s figure finally appeared at Wangtianya.

”Did you hear? During the Earth Palace expedition this time, our Ancient Spirit Sect lost the fewest disciples but also reaped the greatest rewards! Many disciples found fortuitous encounters and greatly increased their Cultivation.”

”I’m so jealous! It’s a shame we were too weak and weren’t qualified to go. If we had, maybe we could have raised our Cultivation a fair bit, too.”

A group of disciples was having a lively discussion in a pavilion at the base of Broken Sword Peak.

One of them, a fair-faced disciple, said, ”You’re wrong to think that way. The Earth Palace expedition was more treacherous and dangerous than you can possibly imagine. If it weren’t for Ye Wushuang, I’m afraid our Ancient Spirit Sect would have suffered heavy losses.”

Someone immediately chimed in, ”That’s right. We really owe it all to Ye Wushuang this time. If he hadn’t tied down the Fiery Sun Sect and the other powers, we probably wouldn’t have had any chance to search for our own opportunities and earn points.”

The fair-faced young man continued, ”And speaking of Ye Wushuang, you have no idea. The moment he entered the Earth Palace, he fought his way straight to the Divine Communication Tower, and then fought his way from there to the very top floor. Rivers of blood flowed in his wake, and bodies piled up like mountains. Even the strongest disciples couldn’t do a thing to stop him. It was terrifying. To think we were in the same Sect and I didn’t even know who he was... It’s shameful, really.”

”Ye the Fierce... is he really as powerful as you say?”

The other disciples listened to their accounts with wide eyes. They knew the fair-faced young man and the others had just returned from the Earth Palace expedition, so their words had to be true.

Still, they couldn’t help but think it all sounded a bit exaggerated.

”A genius from the Demon Abyss, at the Spiritual Spring Realm no less, was beaten so badly by him that he fled for his life. You tell me—is that powerful or not?” another young man interjected.

”GULP!”

Hearing this, some of them swallowed hard. ”I can’t believe Ye the Fierce is that strong. I’d heard he was just some piece of trash. Who the hell started that rumor?”

’I’d love to see the God of Slaughter in person...’

Those disciples thought to themselves, imagining his unstoppable rampage. The image of such a God of Slaughter was truly awe-inspiring.

”Hmph!”

Suddenly, a cold snort came from outside the pavilion. ”The Fierce? The God of Slaughter? A shame he’s buried in the Earth Palace, never to return.”

A handsome young man was walking down from Broken Sword Peak, a cold sneer on his face.

”It’s Lee Tongtian!”

Everyone started at the sight of him.

They had long heard that Lee Tongtian had found countless opportunities in the Earth Palace and that his strength had already reached the Peak of True Essence Ninth Layer, just one step away from breaking into the Spiritual Spring Realm.

Judging by the aura he exuded, the rumors were true.

”Greetings, Senior Brother Lee!”

Seeing Lee Tongtian, the crowd greeted him respectfully.

”Hmph. I hope that in the future, you won’t bother discussing Ye Wushuang. He’s a dead man. What’s there to talk about?” Lee Tongtian snorted again.

”Yes, yes!”

Hearing his words, everyone nodded, not daring to offend him.

”Senior Brother Lee, Ye Wushuang is a role model for our Sect. We only admire him and use him as a goal to motivate ourselves. Is that not allowed? Besides, who’s to say Ye Wushuang is even dead?”

The fair-faced young man, however, retorted without a trace of fear. His strength had already reached the True Essence Eighth Layer, and it wouldn’t be long before he could advance to the Ninth Layer. Lee Tongtian couldn’t do anything to him.

”Not dead? What a joke. The Earth Palace is sealed. Do you think he has some heaven-defying ability that would let him escape? He can forget about it for the rest of his life.”

Lee Tongtian laughed, feeling quite pleased as he vented his pent-up malice.

But little did he know that as he spoke, the group of disciples in front of him was staring at something as if they’d seen a ghost, their eyes wide as saucers.