Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

Kuang Lang gripped his dark-red long saber, his palm trembling. The power of Ye Wushuang’s last strike had been immense, and the recoil alone had nearly shattered the bones in his hand.

Even now, his heart was reeling with shock. ’Ye Wushuang’s Cultivation is several levels lower than mine, but his Saber Technique... it’s so fast, so domineering, so uncanny!’

Nearby, the thick-browed youth and his companions shuddered. The young man they had scorned, the one they’d boasted could be beaten in a single move, had just defeated Kuang Lang—a man whom even they were wary of.

The irony was palpable.

They recalled that uncanny blade flash, how it had vanished into thin air only to reappear an instant later and defeat Kuang Lang. They couldn’t help but wonder, ’If Ye Wushuang had used that move on us, what a pathetic state we’d be in now.’

At the thought, a flicker of terror appeared in their eyes.

Ye Wushuang fixed his gaze on Kuang Lang and demanded, ”You couldn’t even take a single one of my strikes. What right do you have to test my speed?”

His words dripped with sarcasm. Kuang Lang’s expression turned ugly, his face instantly darkening as anger flared within him.

”Very good. You have some strength,” Kuang Lang snarled. ”But don’t get cocky. Try getting past my saber first!”

Kuang Lang’s gaze sharpened. He abruptly raised his dark-red long saber and strode toward Ye Wushuang. ”I’ve achieved Great Success in my Overlapping Waves Saber Technique. You’ll be the perfect test for its power!”

As he spoke, Kuang Lang shot into the air. His dark-red long saber trembled violently, and streaks of dark-red blade flashes peeled away from the steel, like a series of crimson crescent moons in the dead of night.

”Have a taste of the Overlapping Waves Saber Technique I’ve spent days perfecting! Die!”

With a thunderous roar from Kuang Lang, the dark-red blade flashes lit up the Firmament. They layered themselves one after another, like a deep-sea tempest, wave after furious wave crashing down upon Ye Wushuang.

The sky filled with dark-red saber silhouettes, hacking down in a dense curtain. It was a spectacular, breathtaking sight.

The thick-browed youth and his companions paled, scrambling to get out of the way.

Yet amidst the chaos, two people remained perfectly still.

One was the powerfully built middle-aged man. From the moment he appeared, he had been like a mere spectator, watching quietly without interfering.

In fact, Kuang Lang and the thick-browed youth were completely oblivious to his presence. He remained silent, his gaze fixed on the unfolding scene—or more precisely, on Ye Wushuang—the light in his eyes growing increasingly brilliant.

The other person, of course, was Ye Wushuang himself.

An endless tide of dark-red saber energy crashed down from the sky. He stood there quietly, like a lone skiff amidst a raging storm, looking as though he might be swallowed by the deluge at any second.

Abruptly, a cold glint flared in Ye Wushuang’s eyes, an edge as sharp as a blade. His aura instantly intensified. Within his body, eighty-one golden vortexes began to spin madly, unleashing torrents of Dragon Spirit True Qi.

A terrifying pressure erupted from Ye Wushuang. The air was instantly saturated with the saber’s murderous chill, the saber’s domineering might!

”Your technique is all flash. Break!”

Ye Wushuang uttered the words as his form flickered, bringing the Fierce Lion Battle Saber down in a single slash.

It was a single, unadorned slash, yet it carried the weight of infinite, overlapping Saber Intent—unstoppable, domineering, and utterly lethal.

BOOM!

BOOM!

The fiery red blade flash was unstoppable, annihilating and disintegrating wave after wave of the dark-red saber tide!

The shockingly powerful Overlapping Waves Saber Technique suddenly seemed pathetically weak!

At the same time, an overwhelmingly sharp Saber Intent slammed into Kuang Lang’s mind, shattering the last vestiges of his confidence and pride.

”How can this be?”

Kuang Lang refused to believe it, a crazed look on his face as he shook his head again and again.

”Saber Intent!”

”It’s Saber Intent!”

The powerfully built middle-aged man was utterly astonished. In a flash, his eyes locked onto Ye Wushuang, staring intently.

’Ye Wushuang has grasped Saber Intent!’

The realization shook him.

’For those who walk the path of the saber, Minor Achievement is grasping Saber Intent, Great Success is grasping Saber Momentum, and Perfection is grasping the Saber Dao itself!’

’The path of the saber is a difficult one. Even prodigies with extraordinary talent struggle to comprehend Saber Intent in a short time. Yet Ye Wushuang, a complete novice, has already grasped it. How could I not be shocked?’

BOOM!

The blade flash blazed, slashing toward Kuang Lang with irresistible force.

Kuang Lang snapped back to his senses and once again unleashed his Overlapping Waves Saber Technique to block Ye Wushuang’s strike. At the same time, he shot backward several dozen meters.

The moment he created some distance, without a second thought and with no regard for his pride, he turned and fled.

His actions left the thick-browed youth and his companions utterly dumbfounded. ’Kuang Lang couldn’t even withstand a single strike from Ye Wushuang... and he ran!’

In the air, the aftershocks of the blade flashes still collided. The lingering Saber Intent rained down, chilling and dreadful, piercing one’s very soul and sapping their will to fight before a battle could even begin.

”Some strength?” A mocking smile touched Ye Wushuang’s lips as he watched Kuang Lang flee.

Then, he turned to face the others.

”Let’s go!”

As if sensing Ye Wushuang’s gaze, the thick-browed youth and his companions whirled around. Their expressions changed instantly. One of them yelled, and they all turned to leave.

But just as they turned, Ye Wushuang’s cool voice followed them. ”Weren’t you eager to test my strength? Why are you leaving now?”

ZING! ZING! ZING!

They turned back, only to see Ye Wushuang scratching his ear with one hand as he stared at them. ”Now *I’m* the one who’s interested. I’d like you to grace me with a few of your moves!”

’Grace him with a few moves?’

At his words, the young men’s faces flushed crimson. Those were the exact words they had spoken to Ye Wushuang earlier, and now he was throwing them back as a taunt.

They were left speechless, not even daring to move.

”You...”

Fuming with shame and anger, the thick-browed youth started to rush forward, but his companions held him back.

Hmph!

The thick-browed youth could only let out a cold snort, his fists clenched. ”Ye Wushuang, don’t get so smug!”

”Me, smug?”

Hearing this, Ye Wushuang found it so absurd he couldn’t help but chuckle.

He stared at them. ”I had no quarrel with any of you. But from the moment you arrived, you treated me with nothing but scorn and contempt. When I chose not to retaliate, you took it as weakness, calling me a coward and toying with me for your amusement. And now you have the gall to say *I’m* the one being smug? Don’t you find your own words utterly ridiculous?”

’These guys saw me, assumed I was an easy target, and came looking for trouble. And now they have the nerve to accuse me of being smug. How pathetic!’

At his words, their faces fell, and they went silent for a moment. They knew he was right. Gritting his teeth, one of them finally admitted, ”This time, we were in the wrong.”

”And you think a simple ’we were wrong’ is enough to settle this?” Ye Wushuang’s eyes narrowed.

”Then what do you want?”

The thick-browed youth could barely contain his rage.

”Nothing much. You made a mistake, so you’ll pay the price,” Ye Wushuang said coolly. He raised his hand, and with a brilliant flash of lightning, countless, densely packed Thunder Swords hacked outward.

The rampaging Thunder Sword enveloped the young men. With a series of CRACKLES and SIZZLES, the lightning strikes landed on their bodies. BAM! BAM! BAM! The figures were sent flying.

Worth only a single move.

It was what they had said about Ye Wushuang, but now the phrase applied to them. Against him, they were only worth a single move.

”Let’s get out of here!”

Smoke wafted from their heads and their faces were black with soot, but they were still alive. They scrambled to their feet and fled in disgrace.

Ye Wushuang watched them go in silence. He hadn’t dealt a lethal blow. ’I’m not a bloodthirsty person; I only kill those who deserve it. I have no deep-seated hatred for these men, so a simple lesson is enough.’