Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

Mo Wentian was seething, but there was nothing he could do. When he had used the Heavenly Concealing Hand earlier, he’d felt his meridians tearing apart. It had all happened too suddenly.

’However, this isn’t the time to dwell on why. My meridians are damaged. I have to recover as quickly as possible. Otherwise, when it’s my turn to fight, I’ll be powerless to resist.’

He pushed through the pain, got to his feet, and retreated, careful not to let anyone notice the change in his condition. Otherwise, the consequences would be a nightmare.

When he returned to his spot, he looked up and found Ye Wushuang staring right at him.

”Are you mocking me?!”

Mo Wentian’s expression turned grim as he stared at Ye Wushuang. The look in those eyes was incredibly sharp, like two blades piercing his very soul. ’Is he laughing at me?’

”Mocking you?” Ye Wushuang shook his head. ”You’re just imagining things, getting carried away by your own assumptions. You’re the one who thinks you’re ridiculous!”

To seize his opportunity, Mo Wentian had kidnapped Ye Rou, touching Ye Wushuang’s Reverse Scale. Ye Wushuang certainly had every reason to laugh at him, mock him, or even kill him.

However,

at this moment, with the Sect’s honor on the line in the Battle Platform duels, Ye Wushuang wasn’t dwelling on personal grievances. He faced the situation calmly, without a hint of mockery for anyone. It was all just Mo Wentian’s own self-important delusion.

’I’m the one who thinks I’m ridiculous!’

Mo Wentian muttered to himself. Before, Ye Wushuang had only been staring. His eyes were pure, clear, and profound. Where was the mockery? It really had all been in his head.

”If I were you, I’d be sitting down to recover right now, not wasting time on pointless thoughts,” Ye Wushuang said coldly. ’I will kill Mo Wentian, but not now!’

Mo Wentian said nothing. He sat down, took out a few Treasure Pills, and closed his eyes. He truly did need to recover.

Ye Wushuang’s gaze shifted to the center of the arena.

Pann Wu’s form already stood in the center, towering and powerfully built, like an immortal warrior.

For the last match of the first round, he chose Yang Dingtian!

BOOM!

Yang Dingtian moved with flames underfoot, hovering in mid-air. Bathed in crimson fire like a furious Fire God, he unleashed waves of heat that made the air SIZZLE.

”I’ve heard the Divine Power of the Giant Spirit Clan is boundless. I wonder if that’s true. Today, I’ll see for myself!”

Two jets of fire shot from Yang Dingtian’s eyes. With a sweep of his hands, the flames condensed into a Flame Giant Saber, which he then brought slashing down toward Pann Wu.

”Pann Wu, defeat him! Show him what a Giant Spirit Warrior is!”

Below the Battle Platform, Pann Cang’s shout rang out like thunder. It pierced through the two barriers of light and reached Pann Wu’s ears, firm and resolute, demanding Yang Dingtian’s defeat!

If he couldn’t even defeat Yang Dingtian, he was unworthy of being a Giant Spirit Warrior!

All eyes in the crowd were fixed on Pann Wu. The Giant Spirit Clan were warriors from the Endless Wilderness who had long lived in seclusion. Now, they had appeared on the Barbarian God Battle Platform to fight for the rise of their clan.

Pann Wu gave a slight nod. His enormous eyes glanced at Ye Wushuang for a moment before snapping back to Yang Dingtian.

”Fight!”

A thunderous roar suddenly erupted, his Battle Intent soaring to the heavens. Pann Wu’s enormous eyes glared, radiating a brilliant Divine Light. He took a single step and was instantly upon Yang Dingtian.

BOOM!

A gigantic palm, large enough to blot out the sky, swatted down. A tremor went through the crowd. That massive hand was terrifying beyond compare, looking as if it could annihilate anything in its path.

His five fingers clenched. The Flame Giant Saber was caught in his palm. With a sudden squeeze—CRACK!—the Flame Giant Saber shattered.

Yang Dingtian’s eye twitched. His figure flickered, and the flames engulfing his body suddenly flared another thirty feet into the air, like a pillar of heaven-scorching fire.

”Flame Dragon Burning Heaven!” From within the chaotic inferno, a fist shot out, transforming into a Flame Divine Dragon that roared at the Firmament. Its fiery body, filled with the overwhelming power of flame, took the chance to strike at Pann Wu.

Pann Wu leaned to one side, and the Flame Divine Dragon shot past him, incinerating the very air. It was an utterly terrifying sight!

”Perish!”

Seizing the opening, Pann Wu’s other massive hand clamped down on the dragon’s fiery body. With a sudden heave—a display of strength that could uproot mountains—he yanked the huge Flame Divine Dragon into the air. The Flame Divine Dragon, as if truly alive, let out a heaven-shaking draconic roar!

BOOM!

With the Flame Divine Dragon held fast, Pann Wu’s other hand formed a fist and, with a single punch, blasted its head apart.

”So this is the Giant Spirit Battle Body? It’s terrifying!”

The crowd’s eyes were nearly popping out of their heads. The battle was like watching an ancient Giant Spirit subduing a Supreme True Dragon. The spectacle was simply breathtaking.

”You’ve had your turn to attack, and I’ve weathered it all,” Pann Wu roared. ”Now, it’s my turn!”

With a roar, Pann Wu threw a punch. Terrifying runes flickered into view on his fist as a power that seemed to dominate heaven and earth rippled through the void, causing the pupils of the onlookers to shrink.

The Giant Spirit Clan didn’t cultivate True Essence, only their Battle Bodies. And the Giant Spirit Battle Body was this monstrously powerful!

BOOM!

That fist, brimming with pure Physical Strength, seemed capable of shattering the heavens and sundering the earth. As it came crashing down, it completely enveloped Yang Dingtian, like a star falling upon him.

That terrifying power suppressed his flames and sent a tremor through his heart. His vision filled with nothing but the flashing runes, which shattered his confidence.

BOOM!

He threw a hand toward the sky, conjuring wall after wall of fire to block the blow. But against that invincible fist, his defenses seemed utterly insignificant and were disintegrated one by one.

BAM!

The fist landed. Yang Dingtian’s body buckled, and with a muffled grunt, he spat out a mouthful of blood. It felt as if a mountain had been dropped on him.

”Your choice?”

Pann Wu roared, demanding Yang Dingtian’s choice: fight, or concede!

”This battle... I concede!” Yang Dingtian shouted, feeling utterly humiliated. ’Being pinned down and asked whether to fight or surrender... if I don’t surrender, this won’t end well for me.’

In that moment, he truly witnessed the Divine Power of the Giant Spirit Clan. It was too terrifying. He couldn’t even block a single punch. This was a Giant Spirit Warrior!

With a final rumble,

Pann Wu retracted his fist, looking down upon Yang Dingtian.

”Brother Pann Wu, our clan’s champion!”

Below the Battle Platform, the men, women, old, and young of the Giant Spirit Clan all erupted in cheers. It had been ages since they had felt such a surging passion!

They had been silent for too long, suppressed for too long. Today, they finally let it all out, and their emotion was infectious.

In the sky, the giant elder let out a soft sigh. He glanced toward the heavens before lowering his gaze, his deep eyes hiding countless secrets of ancient times.

The first round concluded with Pann Wu’s victory. It was only the opening set of duels, yet it had already sent wave after wave of surging passion through the crowd!

「Night gave way to dawn.」

The fighting, however, did not cease. The matches to come would be even more spectacular. With the first round over, it was undoubtedly time for Ye Wushuang to enter the fray for the second.

Ye Wushuang walked out and watched as Yang Dingtian approached, looking battered and defeated.

”You’d better not die. Your life belongs to me.” As Yang Dingtian brushed past him, he paused for a moment and spat out the words coldly.

”You’ve already lost a match, yet you’re still so confident, still think you’re the strongest. I don’t know whether to applaud you or mock you.”

Ye Wushuang paused for a brief moment, uttered his cold reply, and walked past him.

Hearing this, Yang Dingtian’s expression turned foul. He shot Ye Wushuang a look filled with murderous intent, snorted coldly, and walked off the platform.

However,

before he had taken more than a few steps, a cold voice drifted over. ”Since you’re so eager to kill me, then I’ll give you the chance!”

Yang Dingtian’s footsteps halted once more. He turned his head and saw Ye Wushuang in the center of the Battle Platform, staring at him coldly!