Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

Listening to Ye Wushuang’s words, the group of Celestial Prides could hardly believe their ears.

Each one of them was a renowned Celestial Pride with formidable Combat Power. Even if Ye Wushuang was powerful, challenging them all one by one and expecting to win was sheer fantasy!

His provocation was blatant. What did he take them for? He clearly had no respect for them!

”How arrogant! Even if you wield Holy Dao Soldiers, thinking you can defeat us all in a row is just wishful thinking.”

Jing Kang said with disdain.

”Enough nonsense. Just one question for you: do you dare?”

Ye Wushuang stared coldly at Jing Kang and spat out the words, making everyone flinch. *Do you dare?* The question was delivered with such confidence, such arrogance!

”Hahaha, why wouldn’t I dare?!”

Jing Kang burst out laughing as if he had just heard the world’s greatest joke.

The crowd also sneered. They had to admit, Ye Wushuang was far too brazen. His arrogance had gone too far, and the price would be turning himself into a laughingstock.

”What are your conditions?”

However, the Dragon King, standing to one side, did not laugh. Instead, he asked a question.

At once, Dongfang Wudi and Mo Wentian looked over, awaiting Ye Wushuang’s reply. Since he was willing to wager the Profound Wood Black Gold Vein, he must have other conditions.

”My condition is simple. If you lose, you submit to me!”

Ye Wushuang declared abruptly.

Jing Hui’s smile froze. If they lost, they would have to submit to Ye Wushuang and become his subordinates!

The various Patriarchs frowned. They didn’t understand what Ye Wushuang was trying to do.

’What is this kid planning?’

Dongfang Zhan saw Ye Wushuang’s Cultivation clearly—Yin Yang Realm Profound Level First Layer. His Cultivation had indeed made a huge breakthrough compared to before.

However, the other Celestial Prides were hardly weak. Each of them was at the Profound Mastery Third Layer, strong enough to contend with an ordinary Nirvana Great Power at the Soul Transformation First Layer.

The chances of Ye Wushuang winning by challenging them one by one were very slim!

He didn’t understand why Ye Wushuang would make such a wager.

It wasn’t just Dongfang Zhan; Jing Xiaotian, the Jing Family Master; Mo Canglan, the Mo Family Patriarch; Xie Zhixuan of the Corpse Sect; and the others were all baffled.

”What, cat got your tongue? If you have nothing to say, you can forfeit. And if you forfeit, then get the hell out of my sight!”

Ye Wushuang’s rebuke was merciless, his words like blades that no one dared to touch.

*If you forfeit, then get the hell out of my sight!*

The cold, disdainful taunt, filled with sarcasm and arrogance, made the Celestial Prides’ eyes narrow. Their faces turned extremely ugly.

They were Celestial Prides, the best of the best, the favored children of Heaven. Would they be afraid?

”I, Zhan Yingjie, will fight you!”

A voice filled with rage that soared to the heavens suddenly exploded. BOOM! A young man carrying a Battle Hammer strode forward.

It was none other than Zhan Yingjie, eighth on the Dragon List, wielder of the Battle Spirit Body!

”If you agree, we fight. If not, get lost!”

Ye Wushuang stared at the group of Celestial Prides who were watching the show and shouted again.

”Fine, we accept your terms. We won’t bully you, either. For this battle, I will fight, and the others will spectate.”

”If you win, we will submit and ask for nothing. But if you lose, you will hand over your Profound Wood Black Gold Vein and the Moon God Flower.”

Zhan Yingjie announced loudly.

”I agree!”

”I agree as well!”

The other Celestial Prides spoke up one by one, swearing on their Dao Hearts.

Ye Wushuang nodded as well.

”Now, it’s time to pay the price for your arrogance!”

Zhan Yingjie could hardly wait. With a shudder, his aura shot to the heavens, and an immense Power of War surged out from him.

Zhan Yingjie was at the Profound Mastery Third Layer and had begun to assail the Two Bridges of Heaven and Earth, connecting his Dantian to his Divine Court. The sheer volume of his True Essence had reached its peak.

Coupled with his special Battle Spirit Body, his Combat Power soared. He swung his hammer, sending a swift and tyrannical strike flying through the air toward Ye Wushuang’s face!

BOOM!

Ye Wushuang executed the Seven Steps of the Reversed Dragon, flickering behind Zhan Yingjie in an instant and striking at his back with a palm.

”Ye Wushuang’s speed is truly terrifying!”

Some of the Dragon List prodigies had witnessed Ye Wushuang’s speed before, but seeing it again still left them shocked!

”So what if you’re fast? The power of my Battle Spirit Body is beyond your imagination!”

Zhan Yingjie sneered. His body trembled, and a massive, domineering phantom erupted from him, dozens of yards tall!

A pair of destructive eyes stared down as it swung a heavy fist at the attacking Ye Wushuang.

”So this is the Battle Spirit Body. It summons a Battle Spirit to fight. Legend says that when cultivated to its Peak, it can give birth to a true Battle Spirit that can fight the heavens and contend with Saint Sages!”

The crowd watched the battle, their discussions buzzing.

”Since you’re attacking with your Battle Spirit Body, I’ll use my Treasure Body to deal with you.”

Facing the mighty Battle Spirit Body, Ye Wushuang’s expression remained as calm as a gentle breeze, without a hint of any other emotion.

BOOM!

He was still one moment, but when he moved, the world trembled. Ye Wushuang unleashed his Treasure Body. Golden Armor covered his form, shimmering with dazzling golden light and radiating a sacred, golden brilliance!

Miraculous!

At that moment, the crowd felt that Ye Wushuang was miraculous, like an invincible Emperor!

This feeling was somewhat strange to the Dragon King, Mo Wentian, and the others.

”Let’s see whose body is stronger!”

Ye Wushuang roared, charging forward like a streak of light. His golden fists flew like lasers, smashing toward Zhan Yingjie!

The Battle Spirit’s body was immense, but Ye Wushuang dodged every heavy fist it threw down.

Meanwhile, his laser-like golden fists slammed into the Battle Spirit, making its entire body tremble!

Inside it, Zhan Yingjie was blasted into a daze.

The crowd watched in horror. Not only was Ye Wushuang fast, but his physical strength was also incredibly immense!

”Do you submit?”

Ye Wushuang bombarded it with punch after punch, even ramming his own body into it, causing the Battle Spirit to teeter on the verge of collapse.

”Impossible! I won’t lose! You want me to submit? Impossible! Get away from me!”

Zhan Yingjie roared. He was a Celestial Pride from the Dragon List. How could he possibly submit to Ye Wushuang?

”Kill!”

Zhan Yingjie’s Battle Intent surged. His True Essence spiraled upward, and the Battle Spirit suddenly grew taller and larger. The area covered by its attacks became so vast that Ye Wushuang had no room to dodge!

”You want to compete on size?!”

Ye Wushuang’s eyes flashed, and he instantly unleashed his Giant Spirit Battle Body!

A golden giant stood tall enough to prop up the heavens, towering far above the Battle Spirit!

”How is that possible? Could Ye Wushuang have a Battle Spirit Body too?”

Gazing at the golden giant, Jing Hui cried out in alarm, unable to believe Ye Wushuang had so many tricks up his sleeve.

’That kid... he’s truly incredible!’

Dongfang Zhan was also astonished. He looked at Dongfang Wudi in front of him, only to see him surging with Battle Intent.

Seeing this, Dongfang Zhan nodded slightly.

”Military Commander! Military Commander!”

Seeing Ye Wushuang’s divine and invincible might, the Lingxiao Army also cheered loudly, their eyes filled with adoration!

”You refuse to submit? Then today, I’ll smash you to pieces! I’ll smash your Battle Spirit to pieces!”

The golden giant looked down upon the Battle Spirit and roared with dominance. A massive golden palm pressed down, the Inscriptions in its center flashing with golden light!

BOOM!

Instantly, the Battle Spirit trembled violently, and Zhan Yingjie, within it, coughed up a mouthful of blood.

”Do you submit?”

Ye Wushuang roared again.

”I don’t submit!” Zhan Yingjie roared, feeling utterly humiliated. In front of the golden giant, his Battle Spirit was like an arm trying to overpower a thigh—a hopeless struggle!

BAM!

Seeing Zhan Yingjie’s defiance, Ye Wushuang’s gaze turned fierce. He hammered his fist down onto the Battle Spirit’s head. The crowd could even hear a sickening CRACK as it began to fracture.