Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

A mere ninety-nine steps, yet they were as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

Groups of people rushed up, but before they could get far, they were sent flying back down. Jets of blood splattered across the steps, staining them red.

Of course, there were also many who climbed steadily upward, their positions growing more and more dazzling!

This was especially true for the Celestial Prides of the Dragon List at the front. They charged ahead, vying with one another and leaving the crowd far behind.

”If others can make it up, why can’t I? I refuse to accept this!”

”Again! I’m not giving up!”

Indignant roars echoed one after another. With bloodshot eyes, many wiped the blood from their lips and charged up once more.

But in the end, they all came to a stop around the twentieth step.

The higher one went, the stronger the resistance became, making it nearly impossible to advance even an inch.

Ye Wushuang stepped onto the stairs. One step, two steps...

He ascended as if taking a leisurely stroll, paying no mind to the figures flashing past him.

Before long, he had passed the sixth step.

With each step, the resistance multiplied. It was hard to imagine just how terrifying the force would be on the ninety-ninth step.

No wonder that Nirvana Powerhouse had said that anyone who reached the top would be eligible for the marriage selection.

Under such pressure, very few people could make it all the way up.

And those who did were all extraordinary geniuses and Celestial Prides.

As he continued his ascent, Ye Wushuang realized that this immense resistance was a type of powerful aura.

The aura felt somewhat familiar, extremely similar to the one he produced with his Emperor’s Mantle, yet with some subtle differences.

Understanding that it was an aura gave Ye Wushuang a much clearer grasp of this trial’s challenge.

”Aren’t you going up?”

Watching Ye Wushuang ascend, Zhuang Hao turned and asked Dongfang Youdi.

Dongfang Youdi’s face immediately darkened, and he nearly coughed up blood from exasperation. ’Wouldn’t I just be asking for a beating if I went up there?’

”I’m not going. Since you’re my friends, I won’t compete with you,” Dongfang Wudi said with the air of someone willing to die for his brothers, waving a dismissive hand at Zhuang Hao.

Zhuang Hao just shook his head and turned to face the stairs, his gaze sharp.

At this moment, the marriage selection was not on his mind. Instead, he wanted to use these stairs to see how he measured up against the others.

RUMBLE!

He took a step onto the stairs and began to climb.

Ahead, Ye Wushuang continued his steady, unhurried pace. Even as countless figures overtook him, his expression remained unchanged.

Faced with this terrifying aura, he too activated his Emperor’s Mantle, and the aura of an Emperor swirled around him!

He was like a living Emperor, his aura overwhelming, exuding the bearing of one who reigned over the world.

Moreover, what surprised Ye Wushuang was that the aura from the stairs didn’t clash with his own Emperor’s aura; instead, they seemed to be blending together.

This discovery filled Ye Wushuang with delight.

”Nine Five Venerable, the Emperor’s Qi... truly worthy of the Divine Land Royal Family!”

Atop a palace, a majestic man seemed to sense something. Two brilliant beams of Divine Light shot from his eyes, blazing brightly!

A terrifying Emperor’s Breath erupted from his body.

He knew well that the Emperor’s Qi was the unique aura of the Royal Family from that place!

In a distant era, his ancestor, Dijun, had come from that very place: the Divine Land!

It was a place of glory, home to a group of people who refused to bow to fate!

This majestic figure, his eyes as vast as the starry sky, gazed at the heavens and murmured, ”Emperor, King Yama, Ancestor Dijun... what exactly are you all planning?”

RUMBLE!

Outside, on the ninety-nine steps, Ye Wushuang’s unhurried figure finally reached the fortieth step.

At that moment, he frowned slightly and stopped.

He had discovered that his Emperor’s Mantle was on the verge of a new breakthrough here!

The Emperor’s Mantle was itself a Combat Skill, one that focused on cultivating one’s aura.

If cultivated to Great Success, it could exert an invisible pressure on opponents in battle, suppressing their aura and increasing his chances of victory.

And right now, he could use this mysterious aura to cultivate his Emperor’s Mantle. It was a perfect opportunity, and it would be a terrible shame to miss it.

At this thought, Ye Wushuang did not continue forward.

Just then, a figure rushed up beside him, stepping onto the fortieth step to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

RUMBLE!

In the next instant, he took another step, landing on the forty-first step and surpassing Ye Wushuang!

But he didn’t keep going. Instead, he turned his head to look at Ye Wushuang.

His face was a mask of intense contempt and mockery.

”So arrogant before, I actually thought you were some incredible genius. Turns out I was wrong. Someone who can’t even climb ninety-nine steps is nothing but trash.”

The sarcastic words spilled from the figure’s mouth, each one grating and filled with profound humiliation.

Hearing this, Ye Wushuang’s head snapped up, his gaze hardening.

”Jing Zhuo!”

He softly uttered the two words.

”You didn’t expect this, did you?”

Jing Zhuo sneered. ”In Peach Blossom Spring, the Taoo Hua Fairy stood up for you, so I let you go. Did you really think I was afraid of you? In my eyes, you’re just trash who will be surpassed by me and left far behind.”

”Brain-dead!”

Hearing Jing Zhuo’s words, Ye Wushuang tossed out the two-word insult, glanced at the figures at the very front, and then closed his eyes.

”Hmph!” Jing Zhuo snorted coldly. ”So what if you close your eyes? You will be stuck here forever, looking up at me!”

Jing Zhuo viciously humiliated Ye Wushuang, venting all the hatred and anger he felt from the slap he had received back in Peach Blossom Spring.

Immediately after, he turned and continued climbing.

Up ahead, the crowd of Celestial Prides had reached the seventieth and eightieth steps. Jing Zhuo chased after them.

Ye Wushuang closed his eyes and focused on sensing the mysterious aura.

This aura was similar to his Emperor’s Qi, also carrying a presence that could reign over the world and awe the eight desolations.

’Reign over the world... reign...’

Suddenly, a thought struck Ye Wushuang. ’If both auras are about reigning over the world, then the only possibility is that the aura on these stairs is Emperor’s Might—the pressure of a Great Emperor!’

An Emperor, the master of the Ten Thousand Domains, the sovereign of a nation—their majesty awes the world!

And this so-called majesty is, in essence, their aura!

’It seems this power is indeed Emperor’s Might. If I merge it into my Emperor’s Qi, perhaps it can become true Emperor’s Power, to which heaven and earth must submit!’

With that thought, Ye Wushuang quickly put his plan into action.

He unleashed his Imperial Might and attempted to merge it with the Emperor’s Might.

He hadn’t expected to succeed on the first try. The Emperor’s Might offered little resistance and fused with his own.

”Oh?”

The majestic figure let out a sound of surprise. ’He actually managed to merge with my Emperor’s pressure? Interesting!’

While Ye Wushuang was busy merging with the Emperor’s Might, the crowd ascending the stairs had left him far behind!

Meanwhile, others had failed and returned to the grand plaza.

As a result, Ye Wushuang was now extremely conspicuous, the last person remaining on the stairs.

”He’s been up there for a long time. Is he going to make it or not? If not, he should just get down.”

Some people stared at Ye Wushuang’s back and started to gossip.

”A useless struggle. Trash will always be trash. No matter how much he struggles, he can’t change the outcome.”

A young man sneered, his voice reaching everyone’s ears.

This young man was none other than Jing Kang.

Staring at Ye Wushuang’s stationary figure, he mocked him wantonly.

He wasn’t the only one; many others also began to laugh mockingly.

SWISH!

Half an hour passed. Ye Wushuang’s eyes suddenly flew open, flashing with a hint of majesty.

’I’ve finally merged with the Emperor’s Might. My Emperor’s Mantle is now more than ten times stronger, producing true Emperor’s Power.’

’Now that I have merged with the Emperor’s Might, the stairs hold no resistance for me. It’s time to go up!’

Ye Wushuang’s expression was calm. He looked ahead and confidently took a step. There was no resistance at all, as if he were climbing an ordinary staircase.

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