Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

In the distance, First Young Master Di’s cold eyes glinted when he saw the smile on Ye Wushuang’s face.

In that smile, he saw mockery—and a trace of pity!

This trace of pity was for Third Young Master Di, something First Young Master Di couldn’t comprehend.

In that instant, Ye Wushuang moved, unleashing the Eight Kills of Battle, a technique he hadn’t used in a very long time.

ROAR!

The shadow of a Violent Ape flashed behind him as he stepped into the air, charging forward like a flicker of light.

”He actually dares to challenge the Seven Kills Fist head-on? The nerve!” The onlookers’ eyes narrowed. Rushing in like that was undoubtedly a death wish.

But Ye Wushuang paid them no mind. His body was as agile as a Violent Ape, his fists savage and deadly. He bombarded the phantom fists, and the roars of a Violent Ape howled, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Third Young Master Di, who had been smug just moments before, furrowed his brow.

BANG! BANG! BANG!...

His figure moved like lightning, swift and graceful. The Eight Kills of Battle was a pure killing art—one punch, one kill; one kill, one strike. In an instant, he had broken all seven punches of the Seven Kills Fist.

The sky full of phantom fists instantly dissolved, popping as easily as bubbles.

”Impossible! How could this be? How could the Seven Kills Fist be defeated?”

At the sight, Third Young Master Di’s eyes flew wide, and he shook his head frantically. The Seven Kills Fist was his pride, his greatest asset. He had spent ten arduous years cultivating it; how could it be defeated so easily?

It wasn’t just Third Young Master Di who couldn’t believe it; the other members of the Seven Kills Family were also stunned, feeling as if they had just been slapped across the face.

”Nothing is impossible. You’re just incompetent. You’re just trash!”

Ye Wushuang sneered. ”The Seven Kills Fist. ’Seven Kills Gathering Power.’ ’Gathering Power to Kill.’ It’s a Fist Technique designed for killing. Seven fists, seven kills—every move is a killing blow. But you pursued flashy, overbearing power, straying completely from its true path. You’re trash. I could have broken you with a single, ordinary punch.”

At his words, the distant members of the Seven Kills Family were utterly shaken.

For an outsider to spell out the very essence of their family’s Fist Technique—even First Young Master Di couldn’t remain calm.

”’Seven Kills Gathering Power, Gathering Power to Kill, a fist designed to kill!’”

Third Young Master Di snapped his head up, his pupils constricting. He stared at Ye Wushuang in disbelief. ”How do you know the essence of my Seven Kills Family’s Seven Kills Fist? You’ve secretly learned our family’s Combat Skill!”

”Stolen?”

Ye Wushuang shook his head. ’These people are so ignorant. But I never imagined their ignorance could be this appalling!’

’The Seven Kills Fist, the Supreme Boxing Skill of the Seven Kills Family... as if it would be so easy to steal. The truth is, its principles are simply similar to my Eight Kills of Battle. Both are pure killing arts, with no room for flashy theatrics.’

’After ten years of cultivation, Third Young Master Di has already strayed too far from the true path. The laughable fool actually thought he had grasped its essence and was so damn proud of himself.’

That was why Ye Wushuang’s Eight Kills of Battle, a mere Fourth-Grade Combat Skill, was able to dismantle a Seven Kills Fist that was supposedly comparable to a Saint-Level Combat Skill.

”And I’ve saved the final kill for you!”

Of the Eight Kills of Battle, seven had been unleashed. The last one, the Fury of the Violent Ape, enveloped Ye Wushuang. He shot through the epicenter of the energy blasts at a speed too fast to track, and his fist slammed into Third Young Master Di’s chest.

CRACK!

The crisp, horrifying sound of breaking bone echoed suddenly.

PTUI!

Third Young Master Di grunted, spraying an arc of blood as his body was sent flying once again.

But Ye Wushuang didn’t stop. His expression was glacial, his killing intent frosty. ’This man came here to kill me without mercy. How could I possibly let him go?’

He took a step, and with a Floating Light Flash, appeared instantly before Third Young Master Di. His cold, savage gaze pierced him like a sword.

”You...”

Third Young Master Di’s eyes constricted, filled with terror at the sight of that gaze.

”Are you having fun now?”

Ye Wushuang’s words were laced with sarcasm. He raised his right leg and brought it down in a powerful arc, cleaving through the air like an Unparalleled Divine Saber and chopping down heavily onto Third Young Master Di.

Just like the man before him, his body shot down like a cannonball and smashed into the ground. Blood gushed out uncontrollably, drenching his entire body.

BOOM!

Ye Wushuang’s foot came stomping down like a mountain, making the very air tremble. The power was terrifying beyond compare.

”Bastard, how dare you!”

On the other side, the men from the Seven Kills Family snapped back to their senses. Seeing that Third Young Master Di was about to be stomped to death, they roared in fury.

A vicious look flashed in Second Young Master Di’s eyes as he suddenly raised his right hand.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Three terrifying streaks of light shot from Second Young Master Di’s hand. They were unnaturally fast, crossing the distance in the blink of an eye to run Ye Wushuang through.

A sudden sense of mortal danger washed over him, so abrupt that it forced him to halt his attack.

His gaze shifted, and he saw three streaks of light about to hit him. They were three black steel needles, coated in a terrifyingly potent poison.

The very air in their path seemed to turn black. The poison was potent enough to be fatal to anyone.

And these three steel needles came from none other than Second Young Master Di—the very man who had just been loudly denouncing him as a despicable coward who relied on hidden weapons.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ye Wushuang executed the Seven Steps of the Reversed Dragon and flashed backward.

SWISH!

A black steel needle grazed a few strands of his hair, and the dark locks were instantly corroded, breaking off.

Ye Wushuang formed a blade with his fingers and instantly chopped off the affected strands.

BOOM!

Seizing the opportunity, First Young Master Di dashed forward, his hand shooting out to pull Third Young Master Di to safety.

”You... You’re utterly shameless!”

Hovering in the air, Ye Wushuang stared coldly at Second Young Master Di, his eyes brimming with killing intent. His opponent had repeatedly called him a despicable coward for using hidden weapons.

And yet, he was the truly despicable one.

”Resorting to hidden weapons. Is this the famed strength of the Seven Kills Family?” Ye Wushuang’s gaze swept over the group. He had nearly fallen for their trick, and the killing intent in his heart now blazed intensely.

”Bastard! The might of my Seven Kills Family is beyond your comprehension!” Second Young Master Di’s expression was ugly. Ye Wushuang was clearly humiliating him.

”Hahaha! The Seven Kills Family is nothing but a pack of rats. And when it comes to baseness, you’re right—your depths are indeed beyond my comprehension.”

Ye Wushuang sneered. He recalled their earlier arrogance and thought, ’I actually thought they were strong. Turns out, they’re just a bunch of despicable cowards.’

The Seven Kills Family—a pack of rats!

Though his voice was calm, his words landed like a series of sharp slaps to their faces. The members of the Seven Kills Family flushed crimson, their expressions turning utterly foul.

Ten of them against one, and they had even resorted to hidden weapons. Could they really argue against the insult?

”This man is a great enemy of our Seven Kills Family. He must be killed. We cannot let him leave here today.”

After rescuing Third Young Master Di, First Young Master Di turned, his expression grim. He stared at Ye Wushuang, his words dripping with killing intent as he spat them out one by one.

If word of what happened today got out, the reputation of their Seven Kills Family would be ruined. He could not allow that.

Therefore, Ye Wushuang had to die!

WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Hearing First Young Master Di’s command, the other team members instantly understood his meaning. They moved quickly, rushing out to surround Ye Wushuang. There was no escape; the only thing left for him was death.