Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

Ye Wushuang stepped into the other passage simply because he didn’t want to drag Xiang Tianxiao and the others into his troubles.

However, as he stepped into this passage, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The deeper he went, the thicker the aura of death became. All around him, the landscape was barren, littered with grim white bones as far as the eye could see, like a hell on earth.

But there was no turning back now.

Behind him, people from the Demon Abyss and the Fiery Sun Sect had already given chase. If he went back, Yang Dingtian and that strongest Spiritual Spring Realm disciple from the Demon Abyss would surely not let him go.

With his Combat Power, facing two Spiritual Spring Realm experts was undoubtedly a death wish. And with a crowd of other disciples present, his death would be absolutely certain.

’I hope the exit is up ahead!’ Ye Wushuang thought.

RUMBLE!

Behind him, streaks of white rainbow, Demonic Light, and fiery radiance—dazzling and brilliant—were constantly closing in on Ye Wushuang.

Who could these people be, if not from the Fiery Sun Sect, the Demon Abyss, and the Illusion Race?

”Ye Wushuang, ahead lies the Demon Land! It will be your grave. There’s no need to run anymore.” A cold shout, as loud as thunder, reverberated in Ye Wushuang’s ears.

SWISH SWISH SWISH!

Immediately, the crowd quickened their pace.

The members of the Illusion Race followed curiously behind. They were particularly curious about what kind of person could simultaneously provoke two major powers into such a hateful pursuit.

”We’ll act according to the situation later,” the white-clothed, white-haired Illusion Race youth said, turning to the group behind him. Their purpose here wasn’t just to watch the show; more importantly, it was the Demon Land!

RUMBLE!

Before long, from ahead of Ye Wushuang came the thunderous sound of waves crashing against a shore, a noise so sharp it pierced the eardrums.

A great river lay dozens of miles ahead of Ye Wushuang. It was vast and majestic, its width immeasurable and its length stretching beyond the horizon.

Ye Wushuang sensed the commotion and extended his Divine Sense to investigate. He discovered a river of blood before him. Towering crimson waves churned and crashed against the void, like colossal beasts roaring and howling within.

And on the other side of the Blood River, everything was shrouded in a haze, as if something was hidden there.

BOOM!

Ye Wushuang crossed the distance in a few great strides, and in the blink of an eye, he was standing at the edge of the Blood River.

The wide river’s surface roiled with monstrous Demon Qi, emitting an endless killing intent. It seemed that to step into it was to face certain death.

The bloody and sinister aura was enough to make one’s skin crawl!

”Let’s see you run now!”

A few figures appeared first, staring at Ye Wushuang with cold eyes.

One of them was Yang Dingtian.

The other was the strongest disciple of the Demon Abyss. His name was Chi Tian!

”Ye Wushuang, you killed my brother. Today, you will die.” From beneath a black robe, Chi Tian’s icy eyes shot forth piercing rays of killing intent.

That’s right—Chi Ba, the one killed by Ye Wushuang, was Chi Tian’s younger brother.

That was why he hated Ye Wushuang to the bone. He had been hunting for him all this time, never expecting to run into him here of all places.

This was something Ye Wushuang didn’t know.

He sneered as he scanned the dense crowd surrounding him and mocked, ”I will die? I took a stroll through your Demon Abyss, and you didn’t manage to kill me then. You’ve been hunting me ever since, and you still haven’t managed to scratch me.”

”Bastard! You’re a frog in a well, ignorant of the power of our Demon Abyss!” a disciple from the Demon Abyss shouted coldly, exceptionally furious.

Before, Ye Wushuang had caused a ruckus in the Demon Abyss and then swaggered away, leaving all the disciples feeling utterly humiliated. Every single one of them longed to stomp Ye Wushuang to death just to vent their hatred.

BOOM!

The moment the words left his mouth, this Demon Abyss disciple could no longer hold back. He took a step toward Ye Wushuang, raised a Demon Saber dripping with sinister Demon Qi, and chopped down at him.

’True Essence Sixth Layer!’

Ye Wushuang’s eyes narrowed. He stepped forward with his right foot and abruptly raised his Battle Saber. The crimson light from the blade flared to a critical point, presenting a world of blood before everyone’s eyes and blinding them for an instant.

The endless Saber Intent was tyrannical, vast, frenzied, and unstoppable!

PFFT!

In an instant, Ye Wushuang shattered the disciple’s defenses. The saber’s gleam, like a ray of blood, struck the man’s body and sent him plummeting from the sky.

”Is this the so-called power of your Demon Abyss? Pathetically weak.”

Ye Wushuang gave a mocking laugh, surged forward, and violently stomped down with his right foot. His leg descended like an Unparalleled Divine Saber from the heavens, crushing the disciple to death, leaving him prostrate at his feet.

The onlookers’ eyes twitched.

In just a few breaths, this guy had easily slaughtered a True Essence Sixth Layer expert.

’Was it really that easy?’

’Is Ye Wushuang too strong, or was that man too weak?’

”Interesting!”

The white-clothed, white-haired youth’s eyes flashed with interest. Even he, at the True Essence Fourth Layer, couldn’t kill a True Essence Sixth Layer expert with such ease.

”Could it be that the disciple was just too weak?”

An Illusion Race youth muttered.

SHHFF!

Hearing this, a nearby Demon Abyss disciple’s face turned ugly. He whipped his head around, eyes spitting fire, and stared at the Illusion Race youth.

The Illusion Race youth’s words were undoubtedly a mockery, implying that the people of their Demon Abyss were trash!

The Illusion Race youth was not intimidated and said coldly, ”What? Was I wrong?”

”Shut your mouth!”

The white-clothed, white-haired youth immediately snapped.

Chi Tian’s voice was grim as he said, ”Hmph. Beize Sheng, control your people.”

The Illusion Race youth was about to say more, but Beize Sheng stopped him.

Then, his gaze returned to Ye Wushuang, his astonishment growing. ’To remain so calm in the face of so many enemies... what a strong mentality. If he’s allowed to mature, he’ll definitely become a formidable foe.’

BOOM!

Suddenly, Yang Dingtian made his move. He strode into the air as flames spread out from him like a fiery sunset cloud.

”Ye Wushuang, hand over my thing, and I’ll leave you with an intact corpse!” Yang Dingtian hovered in the void, looking down on Ye Wushuang like a Flame Heavenly God.

The strongest disciple had made his move!

Seeing that even Yang Dingtian was taking action, the members of the Illusion Race were shocked. A mere True Essence Fourth Layer had actually provoked the strongest disciple, Yang Dingtian!

They were all familiar with Yang Dingtian’s name. His power was terrifying, on par with the number one genius of their own race.

However, Ye Wushuang acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing. With a flick of his foot, he sent the corpse flying like a cannonball into the air above the Blood River.

BANG!

The corpse seemed to hit an invisible wall and plummeted from the sky. A towering crimson wave surged up and swallowed it whole.

Following that, Ye Wushuang saw the corpse dissolve in the waters of the Blood River, turning into a bare skeleton!

’Not only is there a Restriction in the sky, but the water of the Blood River itself possesses such terrifying killing power!’

’This Blood River is so bizarre!’

This made his heart sink.

But his expression didn’t change in the slightest!

Of course, Ye Wushuang wasn’t the only one who saw this; the people in the distance also witnessed the terror of the Blood River.

”Hahaha, Ye Wushuang can’t escape today even if he grows wings!”

Instantly, peals of laughter erupted from the people of the Demon Abyss and the Fiery Sun Sect. With no path forward and them blocking the rear, Ye Wushuang had no escape today.

Yang Dingtian sneered, ”Ye Wushuang, you’ve reached a dead end. Hand over what I want, and I’ll grant you an intact corpse.”

”You just want the Unparalleled Divine Treasure I have. I can give it to you, but you have to agree to one condition,” Ye Wushuang said, deliberately emphasizing those last three words.

Everyone present was sharp-witted. How could they not realize that what Yang Dingtian wanted was extremely valuable? As for whether it was truly an Unparalleled Divine Treasure, they no longer cared.

Because the mere possibility was enough to capture their attention.

Yang Dingtian’s expression turned ugly. He knew Ye Wushuang was doing this on purpose!

Suppressing his murderous urge, Yang Dingtian frowned and asked, ”What’s your condition?”

”It’s not a harsh condition. Just help me kill everyone from the Demon Abyss, and I’ll give you the Unparalleled Divine Treasure. It’s more than a fair trade,” Ye Wushuang said nonchalantly.

Hearing this, the corners of everyone’s mouths twitched, and they were petrified on the spot!