Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

ROAR!

After Ye Wushuang stomped his foot, the phantom White Tiger in the air collapsed with a boom, vanishing like a soap bubble!

The members of the Nan Family watched in utter terror!

Nan Rong had unleashed the White Tiger Slaying Palm, a Top-Grade Spirit-Level Combat Skill. Combined with his strength at the Spiritual Spring Second Layer, it was enough to rival someone at the Spiritual Spring Third Layer.

But.

At this moment, it was shattered by a single stomp. What kind of technique was this?

Even Nan Shan trembled. He already knew Ye Wushuang was strong, but only now did he realize he had still underestimated him.

As for Nan Rong, he was terrified beyond belief. He felt it the most keenly—the force of that stomp was like a mountain, completely suppressing his body.

BOOM!

Ye Wushuang stomped again, and Nan Rong immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. The mortal danger made him truly afraid.

”I’m sorry! I apologize! Please, spare me.”

Nan Rong begged for his life in terror. He saw endless killing intent in Ye Wushuang’s eyes. That murderous aura was just too intense.

”Your apology comes too late.”

’Apologize when you know you can’t win? Is there such a convenient thing in this world?’

Ye Wushuang raised a hand and slapped down.

BAM!

Nan Rong’s body crashed to the ground like a cannonball, making the earth tremble and sending dust flying.

The onlookers were speechless. This was a complete thrashing of a Spiritual Spring Second Layer cultivator.

Nan Rong coughed up mouthfuls of blood, his face covered in it. The sight sent a chill down everyone’s spines. ’This is too ruthless!’

SWOOSH!

Ye Wushuang took a long stride, his Dragon-Shaped Following Shadow technique activating as he moved toward Nan Rong.

Nan Shan snapped back to his senses. His expression changed as he rushed out the gate with a boom. A powerful force surged out, forming a gigantic palm that shot toward Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang’s gaze darkened. He countered with a backhanded Barbaric Tyrant Dragon Fist. The two attacks collided, unleashing a rampage of energy that whipped up hurricanes in front of the gate.

Taking advantage of the moment, Nan Shan reached out and grabbed Nan Rong’s body.

”Brother Nan Shan, I was wrong! Save me, save me!” Nan Rong cried out in fear. He never imagined Ye Wushuang would be this terrifying.

”Get lost!” A flash of anger crossed Nan Shan’s face. He slapped Nan Rong, and with a BAM, Nan Rong’s body shot into the distance like a rocket.

Ye Wushuang watched coldly, not bothering to give chase.

”Brother Ye, my sincerest apologies. I apologize on their behalf for the offense. I hope you will be magnanimous and spare them.”

Nan Shan turned to the indifferent Ye Wushuang, cupped his fists, and lowered his stance.

Ye Wushuang sneered internally. ’I underestimated Nan Shan.’ With a single move, he had knocked the portly youth unconscious and sent Nan Rong flying.

’His actions seemed ruthless and without mercy, but his true intention was to save them both.’

’One was knocked unconscious, so I couldn’t very well attack him. The other was sent flying, so I couldn’t attack him even if I wanted to.’

’He really is something else!’

Ye Wushuang’s gaze darkened. The way Nan Shan handled the situation showed he was a meticulous schemer.

Moreover, from their brief exchange just now, Ye Wushuang had also discovered that Nan Shan’s strength was terrifying!

’It seems this Battle Platform event will be no ordinary affair.’

’I wonder if Feng Jue and the others know I’ve caused such a huge commotion here. If they’re in Barbarian King City, they should have heard about it by now.’

’In that case, I’ll just wait for them.’

Ye Wushuang mused to himself. The reason he had caused such a scene, aside from his anger, was to find the people from Lingxiao Pavilion.

Finding them in a city as vast as Barbarian King City would be incredibly difficult.

Therefore, Ye Wushuang could only use this method to make Feng Jue and the others find him.

Without sparing Nan Shan another glance, he strode into the tavern.

”Brother Nan Shan... who... who is he?”

Watching the white-robed figure disappear inside, a young man from the Nan Family asked weakly. They were all curious what kind of person could make even their number one genius so wary.

Nan Shan stared after Ye Wushuang’s figure, his gaze sharp, and slowly uttered the title: ”The God of Slaughter!”

God of Slaughter!

Hearing this, the crowd frowned.

Then, something suddenly clicked, and their hearts skipped a beat. Nan Shan had been calling him ”Brother Ye.” ’Could it be...?’

And he was dressed in white... He was the White-Clothed Killing God... Ye Wushuang!

At this sudden realization, everyone’s gaze snapped toward the tavern, their expressions changing drastically. The God of Slaughter they had all been talking about was right in front of them, and they hadn’t even known it.

”The rumors said the God of Slaughter was ruthless. He’s exactly like the legends!”

”And he thrashed a Spiritual Spring Second Layer cultivator and intimidated the Nan Family’s number one genius! That level of strength is too terrifying. I guess the Barbarian God Battle Platform has another formidable contender.”

”This time, we’re in for a good show!”

Many people glanced fearfully at the tavern. They had never seen him before and had assumed it was all just rumors, but now they had witnessed it with their own eyes.

”Take him and let’s go!”

Nan Shan glanced at the portly youth, snorted coldly at the others, and strode away with a flick of his sleeve.

Inside the tavern, the scene was still a mess.

Meng Fanx watched Ye Wushuang approach with a wry smile. Just moments ago, he had been worried about the Nan Family’s superior numbers, but in the blink of an eye, they had all scurried away in defeat.

”Brother Ye!”

Yangg Qing’er ran forward happily, her heart filled with delight!

For Ye Wushuang to publicly declare her as his woman was the most joyous thing that could have happened to Yangg Qing’er.

She trotted forward and wrapped her hands around Ye Wushuang’s arm, her bright eyes fixed on him, filled with smiles and happiness.

”It’s a shame that guy got away. Otherwise, I would have made him apologize to your face,” Ye Wushuang said with a slight smile, looking at Yangg Qing’er with a hint of adoration.

”Let’s head up to the second floor.”

Ye Wushuang called out to Meng Fanx, who was wearing a strange expression.

”Esteemed guests, please follow me.” The waiter snapped out of his daze. He looked at Ye Wushuang with a mixture of fear and amusement at his own foolishness for not recognizing a great figure in his midst.

Hearing this, Yangg Qing’er turned and glanced at the other patrons to the side.

”A bunch of fence-sitting, bare-faced liars!” Yangg Qing’er spat resentfully. She still had the disposition of a young girl and a desire for a little revenge.

Hearing her words, those patrons blushed crimson, unable to refute her. They even felt a sense of shame and fear.

Just now, when Nan Shan had the advantage in numbers, they had sided with the Nan Family to curry favor, denouncing Ye Wushuang and his companions.

They thought they would earn some goodwill, but to their great surprise, the result was the complete opposite, and the members of the Nan Family had left in disgrace.

Seeing Yangg Qing’er look their way, they were on pins and needles, terrified that this White-Clothed Killing God would go on a rampage and slaughter them all.

Seeing their expressions, Ye Wushuang sneered in disdain. ’A bunch of fence-sitters acting like ”Saints.” As if they’re worthy of me making a move.’

”Let’s go up.”

Led by the waiter, Ye Wushuang took Yangg Qing’er up to the second floor.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. However, the burning sensation on their faces lingered, and they could only slip out of the tavern in disgrace.

As some people left, others arrived. The commotion at the tavern spread quickly.

By the afternoon, a figure wrapped in a black robe appeared outside the tavern. He glanced up at the second floor, then turned and left.