Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

For some reason, every time Mengyun Wulei got close to Ye Wushuang, she felt as if all her strength had drained away.

An incredibly special and mysterious aura emanated from Ye Wushuang, drawing her in.

’Why is this happening? Why am I reacting like this? Just what is this mysterious aura on that detestable bastard?’ Mengyun Wulei cursed inwardly.

What she didn’t know was that this special aura was, in fact, the Dragon Spirit Qi contained within Ye Wushuang’s bloodline.

Dragon Spirit Qi was supreme and noble, unyielding and mighty—it was the purest form of Extreme Yang Qi.

As Ye Wushuang’s cultivation advanced, the Dragon Spirit Qi within him continuously awakened and grew more potent. It became all the more bewitching, and its allure for women grew stronger. After just a few encounters, it was no wonder Mengyun Wulei couldn’t resist its pull.

Mengyun Wulei gritted her teeth, her icy eyes locked on Ye Wushuang. In an instant, the atmosphere turned uncanny.

”Alas...”

Abruptly, the sound of a wizened sigh echoed through the pitch-black space.

The two of them froze instantly, snapping back to their senses.

’There’s someone else here, in this void?’

RUMBLE!

Shortly after the sigh, a glimmer of light blossomed in the pitch-black space.

The light grew brighter, and the darkness receded.

Ye Wushuang’s expression tightened as he rapidly extended his Divine Sense, suddenly discovering he was now standing inside a great hall.

At the same time, the moment the sudden change occurred, Mengyun Wulei moved closer to Ye Wushuang.

Even she wasn’t sure why she had chosen to trust Ye Wushuang.

”Talent, wisdom, character... all far beyond the ordinary. And your physique is astonishingly powerful. Impressive. In all my many years, this is the first time I have encountered such an outstanding young man. Most impressive!”

The wizened voice rang out once more.

As before, it came from the same person.

The voice was directed at Ye Wushuang, its tone filled with undisguised admiration!

However, Ye Wushuang’s brow furrowed with unprecedented gravity. Such high praise usually spelled trouble. He’d been in this kind of situation before.

Possession!

Having survived several attempts at possession, Ye Wushuang had no choice but to be on guard.

RUMBLE!

Shortly after the voice faded, the void in front of Ye Wushuang began to twist, tearing open a rift from which a shadowy figure stepped out.

The shadowy figure was an elderly man, though not a physical body—merely an ethereal projection.

However, even for an ethereal projection, the power radiating from it made even Ye Wushuang’s heart palpitate with dread.

”Senior, are you the master of this Nirvana Cave Mansion?”

Ye Wushuang remained on guard as he asked, linking his Divine Sense to the Thunder Tribulation Talisman, just in case.

”That is correct. I am the master of this cave mansion, Slaying Monarch!” the black-robed elder answered bluntly, making no attempt to hide his identity.

He then walked toward the pair, stopping about ten meters away and glancing at Mengyun Wulei.

At his gaze, Mengyun Wulei hastily tried to compose her disheveled appearance, her face flushing red as if she’d been caught on a secret rendezvous.

The black-robed elder merely gave a faint smile without saying a word. He then turned to Ye Wushuang and said, ”I have a question for you.”

”Please ask, Senior,” Ye Wushuang replied. He stared at the black-robed elder with growing vigilance, forcing himself to remain calm. He couldn’t discern the elder’s intentions and could only wait and see how things would unfold.

However, the elder’s next question made both Ye Wushuang and Mengyun Wulei’s eyes widen in disbelief. It was something neither of them could have ever expected.

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