Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

A duel to the death?

The conversation between the two stirred up a commotion in the crowd. Gongg Jian, the strongest disciple of the Celestial Sword Sect, had issued a challenge for a duel to the death—a fight that would not end until one of them was dead.

And his target was Ye Wushuang!

Everyone’s pupils constricted as they stared over. Their gazes ultimately fell upon Ye Wushuang. A duel to the death required the consent of both parties. If Ye Wushuang refused, the duel couldn’t happen.

Dii Qingxue, Yunn Xiao, Jian Bufan... one by one, they walked over. They fixed their eyes on Gongg Jian without a word, silently watching everything unfold.

”Before, some piece of trash told me not to clash with you head-on, that it would get ugly. I didn’t really believe him. Now, I’m very eager to test that theory. So I’ll just ask you one thing: do you dare, or not?”

Gongg Jian spoke again, each and every word ringing clearly in everyone’s ears.

Behind him, Ao Wuchang’s expression was incredibly grim. He realized that his good intentions had become the source of the greatest humiliation directed at him.

He now regretted it deeply. ’Why did I have to run my mouth? Why did I have to warn him?’ Now he was being humiliated by Gongg Jian. Did he deserve this?

”Gongg Jian, in a duel to the death, you will die, and he will live!”

Ao Wuchang suddenly burst out laughing. Gongg Jian was merely at the Spiritual Spring Fourth Layer, yet he was provoking Ye Wushuang. ’How ridiculous!’

’Are they really going to fight?’

In the distance, Yuh Huatian’s gaze was like a cold arrow, piercing through the crowd to land on Ye Wushuang. ’The great enemy of the Feather Race... I’d like to see just how great you are. I only hope you don’t die too quickly.’

At the same time, the gazes of Wudao and Beize Yunzhuo also shifted over, though their expressions were not quite the same.

Wudao’s eyes held killing intent. Ye Wushuang had brought shame upon their Demon Abyss, a stain that had yet to be wiped away. And the best way to wipe it away was to obliterate Ye Wushuang.

As for Beize Yunzhuo, he was curious. Ye Wushuang gave him a strange feeling, and he wanted to see just how much strength this person possessed.

”Do you dare, or not?”

Ye Wushuang smiled faintly and asked, ”You’ve issued a challenge for a duel to the death. I’d like to know the reason.”

”You want a reason?”

Gongg Jian’s eyes flashed as he sneered, ”I can tell you. First, I’m bored and want to kill someone for fun. Second, killing other people isn’t fun, but killing you is. Are those reasons enough?”

Huh?

Hearing this, the crowd was momentarily stunned. A duel to the death, just because he wanted to kill someone for fun!

”Enough!”

Ye Wushuang nodded. ”I accept your challenge.”

”He... accepted?”

The crowd hadn’t yet recovered from their shock before their attention snapped back to Ye Wushuang. Gongg Jian’s strength was at the Peak of Spiritual Spring Fourth Layer, two whole realms higher than Ye Wushuang. ’Did he only accept because he was goaded into it?’

”I’m afraid the legend of the White-Clothed Killing God ends here.”

”For someone at the Spiritual Spring Second Layer to have survived all the way to the Ninth Pass is already a stroke of luck.”

Some of the other teams began to discuss among themselves, adopting the attitude of spectators. They were quite skeptical of Ye Wushuang’s bold acceptance of the challenge.

”Aren’t you going to try and talk him out of it?” Yunn Xiao turned and asked Dii Qingxue.

”This is his business. The man is his to deal with.” Dii Qingxue replied coolly, her words laced with absolute trust. Behind her, Yangg Qing’er and the others showed no worry either. With wide, round eyes, Yangg Qing’er watched on, a hint of anticipation within them.

The crowd immediately parted to form an open space. A duel to the death. No rest, no retreat, until one of them fell.

On a distant mountain peak, a heroic-looking young man stood atop a boulder. He was like a sharp-edged sword, soaring into the sky, threatening to pierce the Firmament.

Behind him, another young man asked, ”Brother Tianlan, should we go and stop them?”

”Just watch. Gongg Jian can handle him,” Liuu Tianlan said, his attention fixed on the scene below.

With an Ancient Sword on his back, Gongg Jian stood opposite Ye Wushuang. His aura surged, and a powerful Sword Intent shot to the heavens, stirring the clouds and forming a terrifying storm of airflow that made even the onlookers feel a sense of dread.

”Everyone in the Celestial Sword Sect is a Sword Cultivator. Sword Cultivators focus on cultivating the Sword Dao. Their Sword Dao Slaughter is terrifyingly powerful, boosting their Combat Power and allowing them to fight above their realm. Although Gongg Jian is at the Peak of Spiritual Spring Fourth Layer, his Sword Dao Slaughter is said to be incredibly fearsome. There doesn’t seem to be much suspense in this battle.”

Sensing the Sword Dao aura emanating from Gongg Jian, the crowd retreated a few more steps, worried about Ye Wushuang’s fate.

Ye Wushuang remained standing, his expression never wavering in the slightest. His opponent wanted a duel to the death, without quarter, merely to kill for sport. This was undoubtedly a blatant provocation. He had no reason to refuse.

”Your Cultivation is only at the Spiritual Spring Second Layer. You’re a bit of a waste. However, I won’t bully you. I’ll let you draw your saber first,” Gongg Jian said with extreme ”magnanimity.”

SHING!

With a clear ring, Ye Wushuang drew his weapon. But it wasn’t the Dragon Blood Battle Saber. It was an Ancient Sword.

An Ancient Sword?

Gongg Jian’s eyes narrowed as he said angrily, ”You’re using an Ancient Sword? Are you trying to humiliate me?”

Ye Wushuang shook his head. ”I’m not humiliating you. You are not worthy of my saber. You are only worthy of my sword. The sword in my hand is more than enough to take your life.”

”A joke. The gap between us won’t be decided by who has the sharper tongue, but by strength. Therefore, today you will pay the price for your foolishness.”

Gongg Jian’s body jolted. The Ancient Sword on his back shot up like a divine rainbow, filling the entire sky with a terrifying Sword Intent.

Ye Wushuang’s words had thoroughly enraged him. He would make Ye Wushuang pay with his blood. He stomped his foot hard on the ground, his body shooting upward. The moment his palm touched the hilt of his sword, a surging True Essence poured into the blade.

CLANG!

The Ancient Sword sang out, brilliant and blazing. It shot out streams of Sword Light that zipped through the void, as if a world of swords was descending. The crowd’s pupils shrank, and they once again retreated several steps.

”Slash!”

Gongg Jian roared, and his Ancient Sword slashed down, accompanied by a sky full of Sword Light that threatened to submerge Ye Wushuang within it.

At the same time, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ye Wushuang’s figure moved. He too was holding an Ancient Sword, but the aura around him was not nearly as formidable.

If Gongg Jian’s aura was like a vast ocean, then Ye Wushuang’s was like a small stream. However, this seemingly small and ordinary aura gave everyone the illusion that it was completely unbreakable.

”Annihilate!” Ye Wushuang uttered a single word. A flash of sword brilliance arced upward in a horizontal slash. It seemed insignificant in the face of the thousands of Sword Lights, yet this insignificant flash of brilliance suddenly became terrifyingly dreadful.

”How is that possible?”

The crowd’s gazes froze. The instant Ye Wushuang’s flash of sword brilliance collided with the endless Sword Light, everyone felt as if all the Sword Light trembled for a moment before shattering completely, dissolving into a storm of energy.

The crowd stared at Ye Wushuang in disbelief. In the very first exchange, he had defeated Gongg Jian with a sword, just the same.

Ye Wushuang’s saber was terrifying, but his sword was just as terrifying!

In the air, Gongg Jian felt his face burning with shame.

”Ye Wushuang, that was just a minor trick! Now, I will gift you nine swords!”

Gongg Jian’s expression was ugly. Like a cold and ruthless Sword God, he strode down from the sky as a terrifying Sword Dao Slaughter began to bloom from his body.

”Nine Burial Swords!”

”Ye Wushuang, these nine swords will be your grave!”

Gongg Jian let out a furious roar. He raised his palm, and before his Ancient Sword had even thrust out, an endless Sword Intent had already spread out, seeming as if it would bury the very earth. That terrifying aura also locked tightly onto Ye Wushuang, as if to bury him along with it.