Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

Ye Wushuang, in front of everyone, killed one of their team members.

Third Young Master Di’s eyes narrowed, flashing with a cold light. This was the first time anyone had killed a Disciple of the Seven Kills Family here.

”Brother, I’ll take that brat’s life.”

Third Young Master Di turned to the imposing young man for permission. Since Ye Wushuang had killed one of their own, he would use his fists to shatter every bone in Ye Wushuang’s body.

First Young Master Di stared at Ye Wushuang and gave a slight nod.

Ye Wushuang’s strength was at the Spiritual Spring Second Layer. No matter how strong he was, how could he possibly block Third Young Master Di, who was at the Spiritual Spring Fourth Layer?

Besides, Third Young Master Di had more than just a few tricks up his sleeve.

Therefore, he did not refuse.

”His strength may be lacking, but it’s hard to guard against sneak attacks. You need to be wary of him using some dirty trick. Don’t be careless.”

First Young Master Di warned. He was worried Ye Wushuang might use some sinister, unorthodox sneak attack.

After all, how could he believe that someone at the Spiritual Spring Second Layer could make it this far into the Ninth Pass without some special means?

”Third Brother, First Brother is right. This brat will probably resort to despicable tactics like using hidden weapons. You have to be careful.”

The Second Young Master Di beside them also reminded him.

”Don’t you worry. He’s just a piece of trash, what’s there to fear? I’ve been in the Ninth Pass for a while, and no one has been worthy of playing with me. It’s a good thing you showed up today.”

Third Young Master Di stepped forward, walking toward Ye Wushuang. He cracked his neck, producing a series of sharp pops.

The group of team members behind him all watched with mocking gazes. ’Now that Ye Wushuang has run into Third Young Master Di, his fate will be miserable—even worse than death.’

Ye Wushuang quietly watched the group before him, sizing up their Cultivation.

’First Young Master Di, Spiritual Spring Fifth Layer!’

’Second Young Master Di, Peak of Spiritual Spring Fourth Layer!’

’These two think I’ll resort to despicable tactics like hidden weapons to deal with Third Young Master Di, a mere Spiritual Spring Fourth Layer!’

’And the word ’trash’... It’s been too long since I’ve heard that.’

But he felt a visceral revulsion to it.

”You want to play that badly? Fine, I’ll play with you. But don’t you regret it.”

Ye Wushuang’s eyes half-closed as a cold light began to blossom within them.

”Hahaha!”

His ”don’t you regret it” immediately sent the team members into roaring laughter. Such arrogance was utterly ridiculous.

”You hear that? They’re laughing at you!”

Third Young Master Di gave a cold laugh, but his smile quickly vanished. In its place, his body erupted with a wild, tyrannical, and ferocious aura.

BOOM!

Surging True Essence burst from his body and slammed into the void, displacing the very air and creating a series of booming reverberations.

Third Young Master Di shot forward like a goshawk, a fist rocketing toward Ye Wushuang. It was swift and domineering, striking sparks from the empty air as it aimed straight for Ye Wushuang’s shoulder.

He had originally intended to strike Ye Wushuang’s face and kill him in one blow, but he wanted to shatter every bone in his body and make him die in agony.

Therefore, he wouldn’t let Ye Wushuang die so easily.

Ye Wushuang’s body also moved. He too used his fist, his golden fist blasting forward like a mountain.

’He’s using his fist, so I’ll use my fist to defeat him!’

”You trash, comparing fists with our Seven Kills Family? You’re just asking to die.”

Third Young Master Di laughed, a laugh full of contempt. The Seven Kills Family specialized in Fist Techniques; their boxing skills were second to none. For an amateur at the Spiritual Spring Second Layer to compete with him in a battle of fists—wasn’t that just laughable?

”Break!”

Third Young Master Di barked coldly. He closed the distance with astonishing speed, adding even more force to his punch. With this first strike, he was going to teach Ye Wushuang a bloody lesson.

”Scram!”

Ye Wushuang also spat out a single word. He flashed like a bolt of light, his golden fist erupting in a brilliant glow. A Tyrant Dragon faintly appeared, its ferocious head colliding with the sparks struck from the air.

The two fists of flesh collided in mid-air.

Third Young Master Di’s fist was as hard as Divine Iron, like a fist forged from the metal itself, filled with destructive power.

Ye Wushuang’s brow furrowed slightly. ’The hardness of this man’s fist is almost on par with my Treasure Body.’ He was somewhat surprised.

”Didn’t expect that, did you? My Seven Kills Family focuses on refining the fist. Our fists are our best weapons, comparable to a Spirit Communication Treasure.”

Third Young Master Di said smugly, his eyes fixed on Ye Wushuang, eager to see an expression of disbelief and terror on his face.

But unfortunately for him, all he saw was a faint, contemptuous smile!

”Is this the foundation of your arrogant ignorance? In that case, you can... get lost!”

Ye Wushuang’s fist trembled, and an even more violent and domineering power slammed into Third Young Master Di’s fist. Sparks flew in all directions.

Third Young Master Di suddenly felt a terrifying, tearing force assault his fist. His entire body was sent flying back by the punch.

THUD! THUD! THUD...

In an instant, his body was blasted backward. He stumbled dozens of steps, carving huge craters into the ground with each one, not stopping until he was back in front of the rest of the Seven Kills Family.

The fist that had filled him with such confidence was now trembling.

Watching this scene, the smiles on the faces of the Seven Kills Family members froze.

In the first exchange, Third Young Master Di had lost!

Second Young Master Di and First Young Master Di’s gazes sharpened as they re-evaluated Ye Wushuang. ’He could take Third Brother’s punch, but his strength is only at the Spiritual Spring Second Layer?’

”How is that possible!”

Third Young Master Di also stared at Ye Wushuang in disbelief. With that punch, he was sure victory was in his grasp, yet the outcome was so far from what he’d expected.

The expression of disbelief he had hoped to see on Ye Wushuang’s face was now plastered all over his own.

”You’re not just arrogant, you’re ignorant. There’s always someone better out there. You gain a little bit of strength and you start screaming that you’re invincible. There’s only one word for that: moron!”

Ye Wushuang clasped one hand behind his back, gazing at Third Young Master Di.

’This man’s Cultivation is clearly only at the Spiritual Spring Fourth Layer, yet he clamors that there’s no one left for him in the Endless Wilderness. Such arrogance is nothing but ignorance.’

”You damn bastard! You’re just a piece of trash with a little bit of strength, and you dare curse me? I’ll make you die a miserable death.”

Furious from the humiliation, Third Young Master Di’s eyes turned as sharp and sinister as swords. With a fierce cry, he stepped into the air and shot horizontally toward Ye Wushuang.

He had to repay that last punch.

”Seven Kills Fist!”

Third Young Master Di roared, and a murderous, tyrannical aura began to spread. His feet swept across the air as he rained punch after punch down on Ye Wushuang.

Seven consecutive punches, each one a killing blow. They were unending, their killing intent relentless. A storm of fist shadows swept forward, filling the world with a violent, murderous pressure that converged entirely on Ye Wushuang’s head.

Standing beneath the sky full of fist shadows, Ye Wushuang seemed so insignificant, like a lone boat adrift in a vast ocean, about to be smashed by monstrous waves.

Even the team members standing in the distance could feel the world-destroying energy contained within those fist shadows.

Ye Wushuang’s eyes narrowed as well.

”Are you scared now!”

”The Seven Kills Fist is the Supreme Boxing Skill of the Seven Kills Family, comparable to a Saint-Level Combat Skill! It can suppress all in its path with its fierce and domineering power! I’ve trained bitterly for ten years and even possess the Vajra Mad Dragon Power. Even if you want to block this, you can’t!”

Gazing at the unmoving Ye Wushuang, Third Young Master Di let out a mocking laugh. He had trained bitterly in the Seven Kills Fist for ten years and had grasped a sliver of its essence. Its power had increased explosively, more than enough to suppress Ye Wushuang.

At that, Ye Wushuang smiled!