Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

With every word Qian Tong spoke, Zorro’s face darkened, his blood-red eyes glinting with a bloodthirsty light.

Seeing this, the vengeful smile on Qian Tong’s face grew wider.

"Is what he said true?"

Zorro stared at the purple-robed young man.

The young man in purple was, of course, Ye Wushuang. His expression didn’t change as he descended through the air and asked, "And what if it is?"

Zorro’s eyes narrowed. The words were spoken with such casual arrogance. ’And what if it is?’ It was as if he were asking, ’What can you do about it?’

Enraged, Zorro shot into the sky and said coldly, "If that’s the case, then you will pay the price."

His blood-red saber slashed upward, unleashing a powerful, deadly force that tore through space. Blood-colored True Essence surged toward Ye Wushuang.

Seeing this, Guo Yurong and the others below watched with bated breath. If Ye Wushuang died, they would surely not survive.

’Go on and fight. It’d be best if you both died,’ Qian Tong thought with a sneer, a gloating smile spreading across his face as he cursed them in his heart.

"Suppress!"

Ye Wushuang uttered a single word and thrust a hand down. A blood-red Hand Seal descended like a crimson mountain, crushing the murderous Saber Intent.

ROAR!

Zorro let out a heaven-shaking, bestial roar. His body swelled, rapidly growing taller as his bulging muscles filled with explosive power.

BOOM!

Wielding his blood-red saber, Zorro fiercely chopped down on the blood-red Hand Seal. The terrifying force shattered it, and he continued his slash toward Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang’s eyes narrowed. He suddenly realized that after Zorro’s body expanded, his strength had increased significantly. He was much more powerful than before.

’Is this the unique ability of a Beastman?’

Ye Wushuang wondered as his hands reacted, drawing his Dragon Blood Battle Saber to meet the attack.

CLANG!

The Dragon Blood Battle Saber clashed with the blood-red saber, sending sparks flying. A powerful force traveled up the blade into Ye Wushuang’s arm, causing the Dragon Blood Battle Saber to tremble uncontrollably.

Ye Wushuang’s gaze hardened, but he quickly understood. ’Beastmen are descendants of the Half-Demon Race. They possess the powerful physique of a Demon Beast, making them stronger than ordinary human Cultivators.’

"Brat, I will cleave you in two!" Zorro pressed forward, a bloodthirsty smile blooming in his eyes. With a push from his massive arm, his blood-red saber relentlessly battered the Dragon Blood Battle Saber, showering the air with sparks.

Ye Wushuang’s expression remained calm. A formidable power erupted from his body, and with a deafening bang, he knocked Zorro back.

BOOM!

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Wushuang took a single step. In the next instant, he appeared behind Zorro, his Dragon Blood Battle Saber slashing down and engulfing the Beastman in its crimson light.

Zorro reacted with incredible speed. Sensing the danger behind him, he swung his saber backhanded. A wave of deadly, crimson energy swept from the blade, colliding with and shattering the incoming attack.

Ye Wushuang’s figure flickered and vanished again, disappearing with shocking abruptness.

Zorro immediately sensed a profound crisis looming above his head.

"He’s so fast!"

The crowd below stared at the battle raging in the sky. None of them saw when Ye Wushuang appeared above Zorro; it was all too abrupt, too fast for their eyes to follow.

Startled, Zorro thrust a fist toward the heavens, aiming to obliterate Ye Wushuang. Waves of the Power of Rebirth surged from his massive arm, seeking to devour all life force.

"Suppress!"

Ye Wushuang’s gaze was piercing. Activating his Treasure Body, he stomped down from the void.

BOOM!

A golden foot slammed down on Zorro’s fist. An expression of utter disbelief crossed Zorro’s face as his entire body was driven toward the ground.

His body trembled and began to crack as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

’Such a powerful body!’

Zorro’s expression changed. He looked up at the figure glowing with golden light and trembled violently. That level of physical power struck fear into his heart.

"Kill!"

Zorro swung his blood-red saber upward with his other hand, intending to force Ye Wushuang back.

However, Ye Wushuang’s body began to transform, rapidly expanding in size.

A DRACONIC ROAR RANG OUT!

With a resonating dragon’s cry, Ye Wushuang’s body transformed into a massive Golden Flood Dragon. Its body coiled, and with a single swipe of a golden claw, it sent Zorro’s blood-red saber flying before diving down upon him.

The dragon’s head was ferocious and domineering. Its great maw opened wide and swallowed Zorro whole. It then charged toward the Beastman soldiers below, devouring them as it went, a sight that made Guo Yurong and the others tremble.

Like a whirlwind scattering clouds, it wasn’t long before the dragon had devoured most of the Beastman soldiers below, as if enjoying a hearty meal.

BOOM!

The moment it landed, the Golden Flood Dragon vanished. In its place stood a handsome young man in purple, his face completely devoid of emotion.

The remaining Beastman soldiers stared, dumbfounded. Their general had been devoured by the young man in purple.

"Run for your lives!"

Instantly, as if they had just seen a terrifying behemoth, the remaining Beastman soldiers scrambled over each other to flee.

"Don’t let them get away! Hurry up and kill them!" Seeing them flee, Qian Tong’s face twisted as he bellowed at Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang didn’t move. Instead, he turned his head to look at Qian Tong.

"Are you giving me orders?"

The question left Ye Wushuang’s lips as he began to walk toward Qian Tong, step by step. His eyes were terrifyingly cold.

"What are you doing?"

Qian Tong’s expression changed, and he instinctively shrank back.

"I saved all of you earlier, and that included you. But not only were you ungrateful, you even falsely accused me of having ulterior motives. I chose not to hold it against you and forgave your ignorance. But now, you’ve incited a Beastman to try and kill me. With a heart so malicious, what do you *think* I’m going to do?"

It would have been one thing if Qian Tong had simply fled to save his own skin. It was only natural for a weakling to cling to life; Ye Wushuang wouldn’t have faulted him for that. But for the man to remain so vicious and malicious even in the face of danger, actively trying to use the situation to get him killed—that stirred a genuine killing intent in Ye Wushuang.

Guo Yurong and the others heard his words and snapped out of their shock. They all stared at Qian Tong with looks of intense disgust.

"Will you take your own life, or shall I do it for you?" Ye Wushuang asked, staring at Qian Tong.

Gazing into Ye Wushuang’s cold, indifferent eyes, Qian Tong froze. He immediately dropped to his knees and, trembling, begged for his life. "Great hero, I was wrong! I know I was wrong! You are a magnanimous man, please, spare me just this once! I’ll never dare to do it again!"

SHING!

However, the only response was the ring of a drawn blade. An Ancient Sword left its sheath, and in a fleeting flash of Sword Light, Qian Tong’s head went flying.

"I am no great hero. Just an ordinary man, capable of both joy and anger."

Ye Wushuang stared coldly at Qian Tong’s corpse. With another *shing*, the blood-stained Ancient Sword returned to its sheath.

Then, Ye Wushuang turned to Guo Yurong and asked, "Are you the second young lady of King Xiangg City?"

"Yes, I am."

Guo Yurong replied, her eyes fixed on Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang asked another question, "If you were to go to the gates of King Xiangg City right now, could you get them to open the gates?"

"Yes, but there’s a Beastman Army of over ten thousand surrounding the city. It will be difficult for us to break through," Guo Yurong said, her expression troubled as she glanced back at the women and children behind her.

"As long as you can, that’s all that matters. Leave the rest to me."

Ye Wushuang said calmly, then stepped into the air and landed on the back of the Xiaoo Yue Celestial Roc. With a sudden cough, he spat out a mouthful of blood.