Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

BOOM!

The Celestial Sword Ancestor’s body was yanked back and slammed hard into the void, which shattered from the impact beneath him.

SPURT! SPURT!

The Celestial Sword Ancestor coughed up mouthfuls of blood, a truly wretched sight.

The expressions of the Illusion Race and Feather Race Ancestors changed drastically. They looked up at the War Fortress to see a giant, barefoot elder striding toward them. It was Pann Xing.

Pann Xing strode through the void to stand beside Ye Wushuang. His terrifying aura locked onto the three ancestors, making them feel as if there was nowhere to run, neither in the heavens above nor on the earth below.

”What realm is he in?”

The three ancestors stared intently at Pann Xing. From him, they felt a mortal threat.

Ye Wushuang put away his Ancient Battle Spear. He was well aware of how powerful Pann Xing’s methods were. Previously, when they had charged into the depths of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, even the Half-Demon Race, which was presided over by a Saint, hadn’t dared to act recklessly.

By Ye Wushuang’s conservative estimate, Pann Xing was at the Pseudo-Saint Level, perhaps even stronger!

After all, Pann Xing cultivated the Giant Spirit Battle Body, so it was difficult to measure his strength by ordinary cultivation realms.

”Submit to my Emperor, and you will be spared.”

Pann Xing bellowed, staring coldly at the three men. The force of his voice alone made their bodies tremble and blood trickle from the corners of their mouths.

Gazing at Pann Xing, Ye Wushuang, and the two other giant elders, the three ancestors ultimately didn’t dare to make a move.

Before, they might have held a slight advantage. Now, they didn’t stand a chance. Killing them would be effortless.

”I submit!”

The Celestial Sword Ancestor was still in a state of shock. Only he, having personally experienced Pann Xing’s terrifying power, knew that resistance was completely futile.

Upon hearing this, Ye Wushuang’s eyes narrowed, and he sent several Soul Slave Seals flying toward the ancestor.

Seeing this, the Celestial Sword Ancestor’s expression changed drastically, and he prepared to resist.

”Open your Divine Court!”

Ye Wushuang barked coldly, causing the Celestial Sword Ancestor to hesitate. Seizing the opportunity, the Soul Slave Seals shot into the space between his brows, branded themselves onto his Divine Soul, and vanished.

”You...”

The Celestial Sword Ancestor’s face contorted as he pointed a finger at Ye Wushuang.

”Get aside!”

At the sight, Ye Wushuang snapped. The Celestial Sword Ancestor’s body shuddered as he felt his Divine Soul being torn apart. He stared at Ye Wushuang in absolute terror and could only retreat.

”Now it’s your turn. Submit, or die!”

Ye Wushuang stared at the ancestors of the Feather Race and Illusion Race, his question blunt and direct.

The two of them glanced at the Celestial Sword Ancestor standing nearby, hesitating and struggling with the decision.

’We’re no match for Ye Wushuang right now. We should compromise first and look for a chance to break free later.’

As they plotted, they failed to notice the strange expression on the Celestial Sword Ancestor’s face. How could he not know what they were thinking? But he knew they would come to regret it.

However, he offered no warning.

Ultimately, the two chose to submit. But as Ye Wushuang’s Soul Slave Seals sank into their Divine Souls, they realized how laughable their earlier plan had been. They couldn’t resist the seal even if they tried.

Watching as the three great Yun Dao Ancestors submitted, the members of the thousand factions all froze, staring up at Ye Wushuang in the sky with absolute terror.

They had been certain of victory, yet the situation had ended like this. No one could have possibly expected it.

Ye Wushuang had calculated it all.

BOOM!

From the War Fortress, a silver gangway extended downward. A troop of imposing soldiers clad in Black Gold Armor marched out and lined either side.

At the same time, countless more figures emerged!

These were none other than Mengyun Wulei, Mengyun Pojun, Ye Rou, Qianling, the Craftsman Emperor, the Star Elder, and many others!

Nangong Liuyun recognized most of them—they were the people of the Ancient Spirit Sect.

”That kid kept us completely in the dark!”

Nangong Liuyun gave a bitter, helpless smile. And to think they had been so panicked before. It turned out Ye Wushuang had everything prepared from the very beginning.

The gazes of the group from Yunhuang Hall froze, and endless regret suddenly flooded their hearts.

Before, Mengg Yiren had advised them, even promising that she would get Ye Wushuang to spare them.

But they hadn’t listened. Instead, they had coldly treated her as an enemy, expelled her from Yunhuang Hall, and even tried to kill her!

At this thought, everyone couldn’t help but blush with shame and regret.

Feeling the gazes of everyone from Yunhuang Hall, Mengg Yiren’s eyes reddened. She felt so wronged. She had clearly been acting for the good of Yunhuang Hall, yet she had been betrayed and abandoned by all. The feeling was unbearable.

”And what about you?”

Ye Wushuang turned to the group of Nirvana Powerhouses standing in the sky. He had not killed them all.

After all, with the war against the Celestial Dome looming, he still had a use for them.

That was why he had only annihilated the Demon Abyss.

He had even spared the Feather Race.

There were now several hundred Nirvana Realm powerhouses gathered here—a formidable force, comparable to an Overlord.

When they saw Ye Wushuang’s gaze turn toward them, everyone’s expression changed. They immediately prepared to flee. After all, with so many of them, if they all scattered, at least some of them would be able to escape.

Of course, just as they all had this idea, Pann Xing and the other two Giant Spirits moved to surround them completely.

Even the three newly-subjugated ancestors, on Ye Wushuang’s command, very reluctantly joined the encirclement. After all, those were their own sect members they were being ordered to confront, which was truly humiliating.

In that instant, everyone’s expression fell.

”Ye Wushuang, don’t push us too far, or we’ll take you down with us!”

A powerhouse from the Cyan Race said coldly, his expression grim.

Many others wore threatening expressions as well. If pushed into a corner, they would self-detonate and drag everyone down with them!

”If you were actually willing to take us all down with you, I might even respect you for it. But unfortunately for you... you won’t.”

The powerhouse had barely finished speaking when Ye Wushuang gave a disdainful smile. A Golden Holy Feather shot out, pierced the man between the brows, and obliterated him instantly.

”You...”

Seeing this, the others’ expressions changed drastically. He had killed a Nirvana Powerhouse without a second thought!

”Ye Wushuang, how about you spare us this once? We promise we’ll stay far away from you in the future.”

The powerhouses from Yunhuang Hall were in a panic. After cultivating for countless years, they simply couldn’t bring themselves to self-detonate.

”I believe I already gave you a chance. It’s a shame you didn’t cherish it.”

Ye Wushuang said coolly, his gaze fixed on the group from Yunhuang Hall.

At his words, everyone fell silent. Ye Wushuang had indeed given them a chance, and it had been for Mengg Yiren’s sake.

Mengg Yiren?

Suddenly, the powerhouses of Yunhuang Hall turned to look at Mengg Yiren, a glimmer of hope rising in their eyes.

”Yiren, my girl, you’re the Saintess of Yunhuang Hall. How about you help us?”

Finally, the group turned to Mengg Yiren. She was their only hope.

”I’m not the Saintess anymore!”

Mengg Yiren retorted in a fit of pique, finally venting all her pent-up frustration.

’Of course, as wronged as I feel, how can I forget the debt I owe to Yunhuang Hall for raising me?’

’Besides, some of these people did try to save me before.’

After a moment’s hesitation, Mengg Yiren tilted her head slightly and glanced at the indifferent Ye Wushuang. She opened her mouth, about to ask him to give them a chance.

But she realized she didn’t even have the right to ask.

”Submit, and no one has to die. I guarantee it!”

Ye Wushuang glanced at her, tossed out the line nonchalantly, and turned to leave. He had no more time to waste in the Endless Wilderness.

In the end, all Mengg Yiren could do was give a bitter smile and turn to look back at the people of Yunhuang Hall.

”We submit!”

The people of Yunhuang Hall knew what was good for them and chose to submit.

With one faction submitting, the rest followed suit, all choosing to surrender.

”This is a formidable force. If we integrate them and form an army, it will be a great help in dealing with the Celestial Dome,” the Star Elder said, stepping forward in the sky.

Ye Wushuang nodded. He had the same idea.

”We will form them into an army. As for the name... let’s call it the Celestial Desolation Army.”

Ye Wushuang’s voice wasn’t loud, but his words reached the ears of every faction present.

Instantly, everyone’s face darkened. A thousand different factions, reorganized into a single army? Who ever heard of such a thing?