Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

In his clash with Wudao, Yuh Huatian was defeated, left with only a parting shot: ”You are still far too weak!”

Wudao, shrouded in a Demon Cloud, was like an inviolable Demon Lord. Who could truly be his opponent?

Beize Yunzhuo!

Liuu Tianlan!

Wudao’s gaze fell upon the two of them as he murmured, ”I hope you two don’t disappoint me.”

Don’t disappoint him.

The crowd’s collective gaze sharpened. In Wudao’s eyes, only Beize Yunzhuo and Liuu Tianlan were his opponents; everyone else was unworthy.

’Then again, it was true. Today’s battles were always meant for them. The Barbarian God Battle Platform is just a stage for the three of them!’

The crowd had already reached its conclusion. Since the dark horse, Yuh Huatian, had lost to Wudao, there was no longer any doubt that those three would take the top three spots. The only question left was, who would be first?

Thinking of the final battles, the crowd buzzed with anticipation!

On the Feather Race’s side, the Clan Leader’s expression was grim. His son, destined to be a dazzling figure, had been defeated!

”It’s only one match, Yuh Huatian! You haven’t lost yet!”

The Feather Race Clan Leader shouted. It was only one battle; nothing was decided until the very end.

Yuh Huatian stiffened. He whipped his head around to stare at Wudao. ”I will remember this battle!”

After tossing out the cold remark, Yuh Huatian returned to his position. ’I am the foremost genius of the Feather Race. How could I ever admit defeat!’

Meanwhile, Ye Wushuang watched calmly, his face impassive. He then turned to Dii Qingxue and said, ”Fourth match. It’s your turn.”

Dii Qingxue nodded and walked onto the platform. She turned to face Ruo Xiangyi. They had fought before, a battle Ruo Xiangyi had lost. Now, it was time for their rematch.

”We’ve fought before, and I lost to you. For this battle, I concede.”

Ruo Xiangyi spoke softly. Her eyes were filled with tenderness, her face with longing. In her heart, the only thing that mattered was the person she was so desperately searching for.

If not for the deal she had made with the faction backing her—to secure a spot in the top ten—she would not have appeared here at all.

Dii Qingxue gave Ruo Xiangyi a long, searching look. ’It seems she knows a great deal. She’s hiding too many secrets.’

Withdrawing her gaze, Dii Qingxue returned to her position beside Ye Wushuang.

Fifth match. It was Liuu Tianlan’s turn.

He took a step forward, landing in the center of the battle platform. His gaze swept over Ye Wushuang. ”The three of you from the Ancient Spirit Sect... I will kick you out, one by one. And I’ll start with you!”

Liuu Tianlan was pointing at Mo Wentian. He had chosen to challenge Mo Wentian.

Of the three from the Ancient Spirit Sect, he originally wanted to challenge Ye Wushuang. But since Ye Wushuang had a bye and Dii Qingxue’s match had also ended in a forfeit, he challenged Mo Wentian.

”We’ll see if you have what it takes!” Mo Wentian strode forward. For too long, his thunder had been stolen by Ye Wushuang.

’Once, I was the brilliant one—the most outstanding Disciple of the Ancient Spirit Sect, the strongest genius in everyone’s hearts. And him? Ye Wushuang? A puny ant I never even deigned to notice. How long has it been? Now we stand in the same dazzling spotlight, but Ye Wushuang has stolen all my glory. I refuse to accept it. I will take it all back.’

”Fight!”

A sharp cry escaped his lips as Mo Wentian strode into motion.

His aura transformed. The gentleness from before was gone, replaced by a wild, tyrannical power. Light burst from his body as a majestic, supremely domineering phantom materialized and enveloped him.

The phantom was like an overlord reborn, its aura extraordinary. A vast, domineering presence radiated outwards.

”So strong... Mo Wentian’s aura is incredible! He was holding back this whole time! Is he finally going to unleash his true power on this dazzling stage?”

Feeling that tyrannical aura, the crowd was utterly shocked. Mo Wentian had been so passive before; it turned out he was hiding his true strength all along!

SHIING!

As everyone watched, Liuu Tianlan also made his move!

His sword flashed like a rainbow as a terrifying Sword Momentum rippled outwards. A grim, sharp, murderous aura spread across the battle platform—endless and unceasing, his Sword Intent was eternal!

”Celestial Sword Technique—Celestial Sword Demon Slash!”

Endless Sword Intent condensed, pouring into the Ancient Sword. The blade, like a long-sealed Treasure Sword, now unleashed its brilliant edge, poised to annihilate the Evil Demon before it!

BOOM!

A single sword strike tore through the void. Terrifying Sword Intent enveloped Mo Wentian and descended upon him, leaving no room for escape. Though the Barbarian God Battle Platform was vast, the Sword Momentum had already locked him in place.

Nor did Mo Wentian think of fleeing. He met the attack head-on, the phantom of the overlord behind him swelling to several times its original size.

”Overlord Heaven-Shaking Fist!”

With a furious roar, the peerless overlord phantom held up a sky-propping fist. A Fist Seal the size of a mountain soared into the Firmament, colliding with the terrifying sword strike and grinding it into nothingness.

”A peerless overlord... Mo Wentian’s aura is so tyrannical, so invincible! Perhaps he’s the true number one of the Ancient Spirit Sect after all!”

Gazing at the invincible phantom of the overlord, the crowd was stunned. He could actually contend with Liuu Tianlan!

BOOM!

At this moment, Mo Wentian’s heart was swelling with pride. ’I can hear their gasps of awe, I can see their shock... All of my glory is finally coming back to me.’

’Ye Wushuang is nothing compared to me! I am the strongest in the Ancient Spirit Sect!’

BOOM!

Riding his momentum, Mo Wentian blasted another fist at Liuu Tianlan. Liuu Tianlan’s eyes narrowed as he met the attack with the second form of the Celestial Sword Technique: Ten Thousand Swords Return to One. However, the Overlord Heaven-Shaking Fist, seemingly powerful enough to shake the heavens, violently shattered the incoming sword strike.

”Hmph. You really think a single fist can shake the heavens? Celestial Sword Technique—Sword Reversing Nine Heavens!”

Liuu Tianlan snorted. Layers of sword phantoms materialized, spreading out from him in an infinite, unending torrent that slashed toward Mo Wentian.

Mo Wentian held his ground, his hands forming a series of Profound Hand Seals.

Seeing this from a distance, Ye Wushuang’s eyes narrowed to cold slits. He was all too familiar with those Hand Seals. They were from the Heavenly Concealing Hand!

’So, Mo Wentian really did practice the version of the Heavenly Concealing Hand that I modified!’

”Annihilate!”

Mo Wentian roared, flinging his hands open. But before he could fully unleash the Heavenly Concealing Hand, his expression changed dramatically.

’My meridians... they’re collapsing! How is this possible!’

’At this critical moment... why is this happening? Why?!’

Mo Wentian was furious, practically driven mad. This was supposed to be his shining moment, his battle to surpass Ye Wushuang! ’Why is this happening?!’

”What’s going on?”

The crowd stared, stunned. Mo Wentian’s aura was rapidly fading!

BOOM!

Seizing that momentary opening, Liuu Tianlan’s sword phantoms descended. Mo Wentian snapped out of it and threw a punch to defend himself, but with his aura depleted, his defeat was already sealed.

BOOM!

The terrifying sword phantoms crashed into him. His resistance was futile. He was sent flying, and as he hit the ground, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Liuu Tianlan landed in the center of the platform. Sheathing his Ancient Sword, he said coldly, ”A momentary burst of brilliance can’t last forever. Your heart is too impetuous. Your defeat was inevitable.”

With that, Liuu Tianlan retreated, casting a glance at Ye Wushuang. ’Next up is Ye Wushuang,’ he thought. ’I will use this sword in my hand to spill his blood!’

Mo Wentian was still in a daze. He had lost. He had been defeated by a sudden, internal mishap.

Many of his meridians had been destroyed, and he was gravely injured. It had all happened so suddenly that he had no time to react.