Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

As they spoke, the battle in the Prisoner Arena was reaching its climax.

Ye Wushuang gazed down. In the Prisoner Arena, two figures flickered back and forth. They were both powerful Cultivators of the Yin Yang Realm, and their attacks were terrifying. Each strike was delivered with their full strength in a desperate attempt to land a fatal blow and be the one to walk out of the arena alive.

To one side of the cage, a black-robed elder watched, waiting to announce the final result.

"Die!"

As the battle concluded, one of the burly youths let out a hoarse roar, lifting his Battle Axe and viciously chopping down.

The other youth swung his sword to block.

CLANG!

The Battle Axe struck the Treasure Sword, erupting with a deafening crash. A vast wave of energy swept out in all directions. In the end, the youth with tied-up hair was outmatched and sent flying by the shockwave.

The burly youth seized the opportunity, pursued him, and delivered his strongest attack. He cut down the other youth, whose body was torn in two by the Battle Axe. Blood splattered across the ground—an incredibly cruel scene.

But for the people here, it was a common sight. They roared with all their might; it was thrilling. The sight of blood made their own boil with excitement.

ROAR! ROAR!

The burly youth raised his Battle Axe, letting out a series of beast-like roars that swept across the entire arena.

Nearby, Lan Xinyu’s brow furrowed; she couldn’t quite stomach such a cruel scene. As for Ye Wushuang, his expression remained completely unmoved. Having experienced countless life-and-death situations, he had long grown accustomed to this cruel law of survival. ’Since both sides chose a life-and-death duel, being killed is a consequence of one’s own choice. There’s no one else to blame.

Besides, in this world, the lives of the weak are worthless!’

"This match, Bayun is the victor! He wins one hundred thousand Spirit Stones!"

The black-robed elder announced loudly.

"One hundred thousand Spirit Stones?"

Ye Wushuang’s eyes narrowed. ’A life-or-death gamble in exchange for one hundred thousand Spirit Stones!’

Zhuang Hao explained, "The combatants in the Prisoner Arena receive a reward of one hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones for every victory. There’s also betting. Before each duel, wagers are placed based on the fighters’ overall strength. If the person you bet on is victorious, you win the bet. Of course, the one who profits the most from all this is the Dueling Arena."

Hearing this, Ye Wushuang turned to look at Zhuang Hao.

Zhuang Hao smiled. "Look around you. More than a hundred thousand people come here every day. Aside from those with a VIP Card, everyone else has to pay an entrance fee of one hundred Spirit Stones. Then there are all the other miscellaneous fees. When you add it all up, it’s a colossal sum. A mere hundred thousand is nothing in comparison!"

After hearing Zhuang Hao’s explanation, Ye Wushuang understood. This Dueling Arena was no simple operation. ’Even though they pay out a hundred thousand Spirit Stones for each fight, it’s just a drop in the bucket compared to the arena’s total profits!’

RUMBLE!

At the same time, after announcing the result, the black-robed elder below led another Demon Beast out into the arena.

ROAR!

A heaven-shaking, deafening roar burst forth!

An aura of tyrannical bloodlust erupted from the beast.

"That’s a Demon King Level Sky-Split Earth Dragon!"

Gazing at the terrifying Demon Beast, countless people’s eyes shone with excitement. The Sky-Split Earth Dragon possessed a trace of dragon’s blood, granting it horrifying strength and defense. It was a truly dreadful creature.

"The Sky-Split Earth Dragon! Combat record: thirty matches!"

The black-robed elder’s voice rang out, causing everyone to gasp in shock.

Thirty matches. That meant thirty powerful Cultivators had died in the Sky-Split Earth Dragon’s maw. The lives of thirty Cultivators had been spent to nurture this terrifying beast.

"The duel begins now! The victor will receive double the reward: two hundred thousand Spirit Stones!"

the black-robed elder continued.

’Two hundred thousand isn’t much use to me, but that Sky-Split Earth Dragon would make an excellent opponent for training.’

With this in mind, Ye Wushuang gazed down below and, without a hint of hesitation, calmly called out, "I’ll take this match!"

I’ll take it!

Though his voice was calm, it reached every person’s ears. Countless gazes turned toward him, eyes narrowing in surprise. ’So young and handsome!’

’Does someone with that slender frame really want to fight the Sky-Split Earth Dragon?’

Life-and-death duels were only for the incredibly powerful—those with enough confidence they could survive in the Prisoner Arena. That was the only reason they dared to fight.

And yet, thirty people had already died in the Sky-Split Earth Dragon’s maw. One could only imagine how formidable and terrifying the beast truly was.

Otherwise, the reward wouldn’t have been doubled.

This was the very reason so many other experts had remained silent.

An ordinary person would only be courting death. When Ye Wushuang spoke up, many people sighed to themselves. ’Another one who can’t resist the lure of Spirit Stones, heading to his own death!’

"A commoner is just a commoner. Willing to throw his life away for a few measly Spirit Stones. A worthless life, as expected."

In the crowd, a young noble sneered with disdain. ’Fighting the Sky-Split Earth Dragon? That’s just asking to die!’

Ye Wushuang turned his head, his gaze falling upon the young noble.

"What? Am I wrong?"

The young noble scoffed.

"The Prisoner Arena allows challenges. If you’re not satisfied, you can walk down there with me and try it out. A life-and-death duel!"

Ye Wushuang stared at the young noble, his calm voice carrying to every person’s ears.

The young noble froze, unable to respond.

A life-and-death duel. One lives, one dies.

While the bloody spectacle of bodies being torn apart in every duel excited him, it had also planted a seed of fear deep in his heart.

He had never once considered stepping into that arena himself.

"You don’t dare?"

Ye Wushuang stared at the young man and said coldly, "You don’t dare to fight, yet you’re happy to stand there and bark. You have no courage. You’re nothing but trash. What right do you have to run your mouth and make a racket here? How noisy."

The indifferent, mocking words caused the young noble’s gaze to harden. Feeling the strange looks from all around, his own eyes grew cold as he stared daggers at Ye Wushuang.

But he had no rebuttal, so all he could do was stare.

"Trash!"

Spitting out that single word again, Ye Wushuang strode down toward the arena without sparing the noble another glance. ’A worthless noble, utterly lacking in courage and passion!’

"Trash!"

Dongfang Youdi rubbed his nose and shot a grin at the young noble, tossing out the same word. The noble’s face instantly turned ugly. ’A piece of trash dares to call *me* trash!’

But at that moment, he couldn’t find a single word to refute them.

"Damn commoner," the young noble finally muttered, his gaze fixed on Ye Wushuang with a cold glint. "I just hope you can survive your encounter with the Sky-Split Earth Dragon!"

As he entered the Prisoner Arena, an oppressive atmosphere washed over him. The air was thick with the stench of blood, causing Ye Wushuang’s brow to furrow.

Seeing Ye Wushuang enter, the Sky-Split Earth Dragon let out a roar, its blood-red eyes flashing with savage light.

Powerful Demon Kings possessed high intelligence; many could even take human form. This Sky-Split Earth Dragon was sentient, and it knew the young man who had just entered was its enemy. If it failed to kill Ye Wushuang today, then it would be the one to die.

Therefore, its eyes were filled with boundless ferocity.

Ye Wushuang calmly walked forward, his face serene, showing not a single trace of nervousness.