Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

COUGH! COUGH!

Ye Wushuang coughed up blood. The elder’s punch had been terrifying, its Power of Seven Kills utterly devastating. Even with his Great Success Treasure Body, he was severely injured, several of his bones shattered from the impact. However, his Great Success Treasure Body was incredibly powerful, having blocked the majority of the force and saved him from a fatal blow.

If he hadn’t been counting on this, Ye Wushuang would never have dared to clash head-on with that Yang Destruction Level elder.

’Still, taking one punch to kill a Yang Destruction Level expert? Totally worth it!’

"What do you think? One punch from you in exchange for one life from your Di Family."

Ye Wushuang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring at the six elders. This life-for-a-life tactic had already struck terror into their hearts.

Ye Wushuang’s savage and brutal fighting style was simply horrifying, sending a chill down their spines.

’How did our Di Family provoke a madman like this? If he doesn’t die today, our family will live in constant terror. No, we have to kill him! We must kill him!’

The six men snapped back to their senses, a crazed and savage light flashing in their aged eyes. Ye Wushuang had chilled them to the very core. No matter the cost, they had to eliminate this terrifying enemy!

"Ye Wushuang, you truly are terrifying. We admit it; making an enemy of you was the Di Family’s greatest mistake. However, the mistake has been made. It’s now a fight to the death with no turning back, so we must see it through."

"Since you want to trade life for life, then we six old men will accommodate you today. One life for one punch. We’ll trade our six old lives for six of your punches. Let’s see how many you can take!"

The six elders had also been driven to madness. For the future safety of the Di Family, they were determined to kill Ye Wushuang by trading life for life, even if it meant sacrificing themselves.

’One life for one punch?’

Ye Wushuang’s eyes narrowed. ’I didn’t expect these old bastards to be so ruthless...’

However, the boost to his Cultivation from using the Supreme Transformation True Demon would soon fade. Even setting aside their life-for-a-life gambit, if the fight dragged on, Ye Wushuang would soon become weakened and could be killed with ease.

"I’ve taken two lives today. Next time, I’ll come for the rest of you. Just you wait." Ye Wushuang shot them a cold glance. ’The Di Family must be destroyed!’

"Not good! The little bastard is trying to escape!"

Hearing Ye Wushuang’s words, the six elders instantly reacted. They moved as one, charging forward with fists raised. Each of their faces was twisted into a crazed, suicidal expression. Ye Wushuang had driven them to this; if they couldn’t kill him, their Di Family would live in eternal terror.

Seeing the six of them charging, heedless of their own safety and with no thought for defense—a truly desperate gamble—a savage smile spread across Ye Wushuang’s face.

He extended a hand, revealing a Talisman in his palm that flashed with electric light. It was the Thunder Tribulation Talisman. As he poured his golden Dragon Spirit True Essence into it, the Talisman crackled and hissed, its violent Thunder Tribulation Power surging to incredible levels!

The hearts of the six charging elders trembled as they realized something was wrong. Their gazes were fixed on Ye Wushuang. He was still standing there, not even trying to flee. Instead, he was just staring at them and smiling—a brilliant, yet utterly cold-blooded, smile.

The six elders froze, momentarily stunned. They didn’t understand what Ye Wushuang was planning to do. However, when he raised the hand crackling with lightning, they finally understood.

"Fall back! The little bastard still has another trick up his sleeve!"

One of the elders roared, his face a mask of terror. His figure flashed as he retreated, the crackling lightning filling him with the chilling premonition of death.

"Even if I have to leave today, I, Ye Wushuang, won’t let the Di Family get off easy!"

With a cold smile, Ye Wushuang flung the Thunder Tribulation Talisman. It shot out like a streak of lightning and, with a deafening BANG, instantly exploded. A sky full of lightning erupted, each bolt as thick as the body of a dragon-serpent, blanketing the entire area.

"No!" one of the elders shrieked. He failed to escape in time and was engulfed by the Thunder Tribulation Power, blasted into nothing but dust. The power within the Talisman was from a Nirvana Realm expert’s heavenly tribulation; how could a mere Yin Yang Realm cultivator possibly withstand it?

BANG!

In the blink of an eye, another elder—one at the Rebirth Level Second Layer—was obliterated, not even a trace of his bones left behind. The sight made the remaining elders tremble with terror.

"Damn you, you little bastard! AHHHHH..." the remaining elders roared, their faces contorted with savagery. They looked like mad demons, their eyes bloodshot and practically splitting with rage as they let out unending howls of fury. They had started with eight. Two died earlier, and now two more were gone, yet they still hadn’t managed to kill Ye Wushuang. The price was far, far too great.

COUGH! COUGH!

Ye Wushuang coughed twice, spitting blood. A bloodthirsty smile touched his lips before he turned and, without pausing, bolted into the distance.

"You little bastard! You think you can just kill our people and escape?!"

Suddenly, a cold and ancient voice echoed between heaven and earth. The Firmament itself tore open, and a colossal fist descended like a strike from the heavens. Its terrifying might seemed powerful enough to shatter half the sky.

"Ancestor Di Tai! He’s making his move!"

Hearing that deep, resonant voice, the remaining elders were ecstatic. It was Di Tai, the five-hundred-year-old ancestor of the Di Family—a Profound Level expert—personally making a move to execute Ye Wushuang.

"A Profound Ancestor!"

Gazing at the attack descending from the Firmament, Ye Wushuang’s expression changed drastically. He frantically pushed his speed to its absolute limit, shooting into the distance like a streak of golden light and covering a thousand meters in an instant.

But the attack from a Profound Level expert was sudden and terrifyingly powerful. Even though Ye Wushuang had already fled a great distance, the fearsome, destructive force still caught him, sending him flying. A spray of blood erupted from his body as he plummeted toward the ground below.

"Master!"

In the distance, a Silver-Winged Celestial Roc with a wingspan dozens of yards across swooped in and instantly caught Ye Wushuang’s falling body.

"Go!"

As he landed on the back of the Xiaoo Yue Celestial Roc, Ye Wushuang roared and violently spat out a mouthful of blood. ’I can’t believe the whole Di Family is this shameless! From top to bottom, every single one of them resorts to sneak attacks, not even their Profound Level ancestor is an exception!’

BOOM!

Hearing his command, the Xiaoo Yue Celestial Roc spread its wings and shot off into the distance.

High in the Firmament, a stooped figure stepped out of the rift. He stared after the fleeing Xiaoo Yue Celestial Roc, his murky eyes glinting with cold indifference as he prepared to give chase.

But just then, another blood-curdling scream rang out. Below, yet another Yin Yang Realm elder was annihilated by the sky-spanning Tribulation Thunder Power, leaving not even a bone behind.

Thunder Tribulation Power!

Ancestor Di Tai stared down at the lightning that had enveloped the remaining elders, a grave look flashing in his eyes. He pulled back his foot, and instead, a blood-red fist smashed down from the Firmament, crashing toward the sea of lightning.

But to his astonishment, the lightning was terrifyingly resilient. Even his blood-red fist failed to extinguish it!

’So this is the Thunder Tribulation Power that a Nirvana Realm expert must face? It truly is terrifying.’ Ancestor Di Tai was shocked. He knew that if he didn’t save the few remaining elders, Ye Wushuang would succeed in killing every single one of the Di Family’s Yin Yang Realm experts today, leaving none behind.

BOOM! BOOM!

One blood-red fist after another smashed down from the Firmament, relentlessly bombarding the lightning. Seizing the opportunity this created, Di Tai quickly reached down and pulled the three survivors out of the electric maelstrom.

COUGH! COUGH!

Even though they had been saved, the three men had still been struck by numerous bolts. Arcs of electricity danced across their bodies as they violently coughed up blood. When they finally looked toward the horizon, Ye Wushuang was already long gone.

"AHHHHH... Ye—Wu—shuang!"

The three elders’ aged eyes were completely bloodshot. They tipped their heads back and roared at the sky, their grey hair whipping about wildly. The humiliation was absolute.

Eight Yin Yang Realm experts ganged up to kill a single junior, only to have five of their number slain while their target escaped. It was an unprecedented humiliation. They had utterly shamed the Di Family. The three of them were so enraged they coughed up several more mouthfuls of blood.