Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

SWISH!

The Nanyang Guard all stopped in their tracks, their blood-red eyes fixed on Fourth Young Master Di!

"We are here for one thing only: Di Xuan’s life!"

Cao Hong and the others spoke in low, resolute voices. Their murderous intent was unshakable. If they didn’t kill Di Xuan, how could the souls of the Nanyang Guard buried in Black Wind Valley ever find peace?

Fourth Young Master Di’s gaze darkened. "He is a member of the Di Family, and his life belongs to the Di Family," he said coldly. "It is not your place to take it!"

"A member of the Di Family!"

Ye Wushuang scoffed and walked toward Fourth Young Master Di, his eyes locked on him. "Allow me to ask you, does the Nanyang Guard belong to your Di Family?"

A cold glint flickered in Fourth Young Master Di’s eyes. He stared at Ye Wushuang for a moment before spitting out, "Of course not!"

"Then let me ask you this: Is Di Xuan a member of the Nanyang Guard?"

Ye Wushuang took another step forward.

"He is!"

Fourth Young Master Di couldn’t deny it. Di Xuan was indeed a member of the Nanyang Guard!

"He is?"

Ye Wushuang took another step forward, his eyes boring into Fourth Young Master Di. "Then I’ll ask you again, is Di Xuan a Deputy Captain of the Nanyang Guard?"

Fourth Young Master Di frowned. He didn’t understand why Ye Wushuang was asking these questions. Still, it was an irrefutable fact known to all that Di Xuan was a Deputy Captain of the Nanyang Guard.

He spat out a single word: "Yes!"

"Since that’s the case, then Di Xuan deserves to die for colluding with bandits! For siding with them, for betraying the Nanyang Guard and causing hundreds of our men to be buried in Black Wind Valley, he deserves death even more!"

"We are here to eliminate a traitor to the Nanyang Guard, to execute a disgrace to our name. What business is that of yours? What business is it of the Di Family? Tell me, why shouldn’t he be killed?"

Ye Wushuang’s gaze was piercing as he interrogated Fourth Young Master Di, and with every question, the young master’s pupils contracted.

"So, I suggest you... get lost!"

As he spoke the last words, Ye Wushuang lunged forward, his hand shooting out to grab Di Xuan.

"You dare!"

Seeing this, a vicious glint appeared in Fourth Young Master Di’s eyes as he blasted a Seven Kills Fist at Ye Wushuang.

’This is my chance to kill Ye Wushuang,’ he thought. ’It would be a shame to waste it!’

BOOM!

The Seven Kills Fist engulfed Ye Wushuang, its Fist Force filling the sky.

The Power of Seven Kills ripped through the void, and even the Nanyang Guard standing behind could feel its devastating, tearing force.

"Are you trying to shield a traitor?"

Ye Wushuang spat out the words coldly. His own fist, glowing with a brilliant golden light, shot out to meet the attack. It too was a Seven Kills Fist, but Ye Wushuang’s was a true Killing Fist—violent and overbearing!

BOOM!

The golden fist met no resistance, shattering Fourth Young Master Di’s attack!

The terrifying Fist Seal slammed into Fourth Young Master Di. PFFT! His body trembled as he spat out a spray of blood, sent flying backward by the impact.

At this sight, Di Xuan’s pupils contracted. Fourth Young Master Di was a genius of his generation, a peerless fighter at the Spiritual Spring Eighth Layer, yet he had been repelled by a single punch.

He couldn’t believe his eyes!

The Nanyang Guard behind him, however, showed no change in expression. ’Ye Wushuang can kill experts in the Yin Yang Realm,’ they thought. ’How could some piddling Fourth Young Master Di possibly be his match?’

BOOM!

Ye Wushuang surged forward, his hand shooting out to grab Di Xuan.

Get lost!

Di Xuan’s face changed, and he too launched a Seven Kills Fist.

"Pathetic!" Ye Wushuang scoffed. With a flick of his wrist, a terrifying energy erupted from his hand and completely obliterated the attack.

"Your life belongs to the Nanyang Guard!"

A cold glint flashed in Ye Wushuang’s eyes. He clenched his fingers into a claw and snatched fiercely, yanking Di Xuan’s body into the air.

BAM!

Di Xuan’s body was flung toward the crowd of Nanyang Guard. He was forced from the air straight to his knees, landing with a heavy THUD before them.

His body, ravaged by the energy, coughed up a mist of blood that splattered across the Battle Armor of several guardsmen.

However, the guardsmen didn’t move. They simply stared at Di Xuan, their eyes filled with pure hatred.

"Bastard! You’re courting death!"

Seeing this, Fourth Young Master Di flew into a rage. ’How dare he make a member of the Di Family kneel before others?’

"Seven Kills Fist!"

Fourth Young Master Di roared as he unleashed a chaotic torrent of True Essence.

He threw punch after punch, unleashing seven fist shadows—seven punches for seven kills—that tore through the void and rushed toward Ye Wushuang!

Ye Wushuang strode forward and extended a hand. A massive, blood-red hand descended from the Firmament, effortlessly crushing the Seven Kills Fist as if it were dead wood.

Ye Wushuang’s body flickered as he charged at Fourth Young Master Di, his own killing intent now blazing like a wildfire.

Every one of Fourth Young Master Di’s attacks had been aimed at taking his life. Why would Ye Wushuang possibly spare him now?

"Stop!"

However, just as the two were about to collide, a voice like a clap of thunder suddenly boomed in Ye Wushuang’s ears.

Ye Wushuang’s heart sank. He instantly dodged back, his guard raised. ’The pressure from that voice is immense,’ he thought. ’They must be at least in the Yin Yang Realm!’

After retreating more than ten meters, Ye Wushuang turned his gaze to see a middle-aged man with a grim expression walking in.

Di Qiong!

It was the Patriarch of the Di Family, Di Qiong!

Upon seeing the newcomer, Tan Zhengqing’s expression changed.

"The Patriarch is here!" Fourth Young Master Di’s face lit up with joy. He then noticed that Ye Wushuang’s attention was no longer on him, and an even wider grin spread across his face.

A vicious glint flashed in his eyes as an intense killing intent erupted from him.

"Seven Injuries Fist! Go to hell!" he shrieked in a cold, sinister voice. Fourth Young Master Di unleashed seven punches, powerful enough to annihilate the very void. The Seven Injuries Fist: to injure a man, one must first injure the heavens and the earth!

A technique that injured its user for eight hundred to kill an enemy for a thousand!

Its terrifying Killing Power was enough to chill one to the bone!

"Deputy Captain Ye, look out!" Seeing this, Cao Hong and the others’ expressions changed drastically as they shouted a warning.

But by then, Ye Wushuang had already made his move.

Heavenly Concealing Hand!

He clapped his hands together, and the Firmament was dyed red. A blood cloud surged from the void, and before the Seven Injuries Fist could even get close, massive, blood-red hands descended from within it to suppress the attack.

BANG! BANG! BANG...

The entire training ground trembled violently, drawing the attention of every Nanyang Guard present.

With the Seven Injuries Fist blocked by his Heavenly Concealing Hand, a grim killing intent flickered in Ye Wushuang’s eyes. He ascended in a single step, crossing the distance with the Seven Steps of the Reversed Dragon.

Fourth Young Master Di’s face fell. ’Even the Seven Injuries Fist didn’t harm him in the slightest!’

He continued his frenzied assault.

"You are shameless!" Ye Wushuang snarled, staring at Fourth Young Master Di. He took his fifth step, crushing a patch of space as he brought his foot down on the young master’s body.

CRACK!

Fourth Young Master Di’s body buckled, and the sound of cracking bones echoed out.

"Bastard! I told you to stop!" Di Qiong’s eyes were frigid. With another shout, he sent a sound wave rolling toward Ye Wushuang with immense power.

"Get lost!"

Emperor’s Qi flared around Ye Wushuang, and the mighty pressure of an Emperor pushed back against the sonic assault.

At the same time, he stomped down forcefully with his foot.

He brought his foot down directly onto Fourth Young Master Di’s body.

THUMP!

Fourth Young Master Di was slammed flat against the ground.

"You arrogant junior! I told you to stop, yet you continued your assault and humiliated my Di Family! You’re courting death!"

Di Qiong’s expression darkened.

"Stop? How ridiculous!"

Ye Wushuang sneered, staring directly at Di Qiong. "A moment ago, you shouted, and I chose to stop. But what happened? A member of your Di Family used that opportunity to launch a sneak attack, trying to take my life!"

"Tell me, Patriarch Di, why didn’t you command *him* to stop then?"

"Yet when I fight back, you demand that *I* stop!"

"Am I supposed to just stand here and let a member of your Di Family kill me?"

The questions tumbled out, one after another. When Fourth Young Master Di launched a sneak attack, Patriarch Di said nothing. But when Ye Wushuang fought back, he was met with a thunderous "Stop!" It was utterly laughable.