Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

"So we meet this early. Looks like the game is over!" Cai Xu stared at Ye Wushuang as if looking at a dead man.

"You want to play?" Ye Wushuang’s eyes narrowed. ’Cai Xu tried to ambush and kill me, and he thinks it’s a game?’

"Why else would I be here!" Cai Xu sneered, his words blunt. Half the reason he had come was to take Ye Wushuang’s life.

Beside him, Seventh Young Master Di and his two companions also sneered, their eyes glinting with undisguised killing intent. They had made a bet with Cai Xu over who could toy with Ye Wushuang to death first. It seemed Cai Xu had just made the first move.

However, they weren’t in a hurry. Ye Wushuang had to die, but they were also here to claim the treasures within this Nirvana Cave Mansion, especially the Golden-Winged Roc True Blood.

"In that case, I’ll play along!" The moment Cai Xu’s words fell, Ye Wushuang took a step forward. His eyes turned cold—so cold it was bone-chilling.

Tension flared in an instant!

A faint trace of killing intent hung in the air, enough to make one’s hair stand on end!

"Ye Wushuang, let her go first!" The three from Blood Feather Tower struck first. Their figures vanished into the void, charging toward Ye Wushuang to kill him.

Blood Hatred and Blood Kill charged at Ye Wushuang, while Xie Li rushed toward Mengyun Wulei. Their goal was to rescue Mengyun Wulei.

And to save her, they had to kill Ye Wushuang first!

WHOOSH!

A cold glint of light bloomed from the void and stabbed toward Ye Wushuang, radiating an incredibly dense killing intent!

But Ye Wushuang was faster. He vanished in an instant, leaving only an afterimage behind, which was immediately shredded by the attack’s terrifying killing power!

"No!"

In that instant, a look of panic spread across Mengyun Wulei’s face. Before Xie Li could even reach her side, she dove into the void herself, rushing toward Ye Wushuang.

’I know Ye Wushuang’s abilities better than anyone. When it comes to the Assassination Technique, who here can possibly match him? For those two to try and kill him is pure suicide. I have to stop them!’

At the same moment, Ye Wushuang’s figure flickered out of the void. The Life-Taking Light bloomed, and an aura of death instantly froze the bodies of Blood Hatred and Blood Kill.

"Kill!"

Ye Wushuang’s Divine Sense locked onto the two men, and his Life-Taking Sword struck out like lightning!

"Spare them!" Mengyun Wulei stabbed out from the void, her dagger aimed at Ye Wushuang’s Life-Taking Sword.

CLANG!

The Life-Taking Sword collided with the dagger, blocking the fatal blow, but a surge of sharp energy burst forth, slamming violently into Mengyun Wulei.

BANG!

Mengyun Wulei’s body was sent flying.

BOOM!

Ye Wushuang took another step forward.

"Spare them this once! They were only trying to save me. They meant no harm!" Mengyun Wulei appeared in front of Blood Hatred and Blood Kill, staring at Ye Wushuang.

"Scram!" Ye Wushuang spat a single cold word. A wave of Sword Light raged forth, and Mengyun Wulei immediately grabbed Blood Hatred and Blood Kill and scrambled to the side.

Mengyun Wulei steadied herself, her eyes fixed on Ye Wushuang. She suddenly realized just how cold-blooded this man was—terrifyingly so.

"Blood Feather Tower Master, it seems Ye Wushuang doesn’t appreciate you sparing his life earlier." Outside, Di Qiong sneered as he watched the events unfold.

He had previously offered to personally help Mengyun Pojun kill Ye Wushuang, but he had been rejected. His warm offer was met with a cold shoulder, leaving him utterly humiliated.

And now, Di Qiong wanted to see regret on Mengyun Pojun’s face.

Unfortunately for him, there wasn’t the slightest hint of regret on Mengyun Pojun’s face. Instead, there was only a knowing smile, a smile that once again made Di Qiong’s expression freeze.

"Patriarch Di, why don’t we just keep watching?" Mengyun Pojun remarked, turning to Di Qiong and urging him to continue observing.

"We should indeed!"

Di Qiong sneered. From here, they could see everything happening inside. He wanted to watch with his own eyes as Ye Wushuang was slaughtered.

RUMBLE!

In the large plaza, Ye Wushuang strode forward once more. With Xie Li and the other two no longer obstructing him, he thrust his Life-Taking Sword toward Cai Xu.

The other young cultivators watched without interfering. For them, the best outcome would be for both sides to suffer heavy losses. Only then would they stand a chance in the competition for the Golden-Winged Roc True Blood.

"Now, it’s your turn," Ye Wushuang said, staring coldly at Cai Xu.

"In such a hurry to die, are you?" Cai Xu retorted coldly, taking a step forward and drawing a Treasure Sword of his own, its cold glint menacing.

The aura around Cai Xu began to climb, quickly reaching a critical point. Suddenly, the Treasure Sword in his hand burst with light, its edge seeming to sharpen before their eyes.

"But I suppose it is time to take your life!"

Cai Xu declared with utter disdain. With a flick of his wrist, the Treasure Sword erupted in a brilliant purple light. Wisps of purple energy coiled out from the blade, growing ever more intense. An ethereal purple serpent flickered along its length, as if Cai Xu were wielding not a sword, but a terrifying, ferocious purple snake.

He thrust the sword. Purple light shot out, dyeing the void violet. A vicious Sword Intent, like that of an Ancient Fierce Creature being born, erupted, and the sheer ferocity of its aura made the onlookers’ faces change!

The Sword Intent alone was terrifying; the murderous purple light was clearly meant to reap lives.

"What a terrifying sword strike!"

The distant crowd was stunned. The Sword Intent Cai Xu unleashed was overwhelmingly powerful and vicious. It was a sword of slaughter, radiating a fatal threat. With every inch the blade advanced, the Sword Intent intensified and the purple light blazed brighter, becoming so dazzling it was hard to keep one’s eyes open.

The three from the Di Family narrowed their eyes, also shocked by this attack.

"I originally planned to play with you a little longer, but since you’re in such a rush to die, I will grant you a taste of my strongest sword technique and end your life."

Amidst the sky-blotting purple light, Cai Xu appeared like a violet Celestial God stepping out of a purple void, his Treasure Sword piercing through space toward Ye Wushuang.

"The Governor’s Mansion’s powerful Combat Skill, Purple Sky Kill!" Outside, Di Qiong stared in shock at the purple light on the screen.

"That’s right. Purple Sky Kill. A sword of slaughter, and the ultimate sword!" Sensing the astonished expressions of those around him, Cai Lun smiled proudly. ’Who could possibly block such a strike?’

’Ye Wushuang is a dead man!’

Cai Lun stared at the light screen, not wanting to miss the instant Purple Sky Kill ran Ye Wushuang through.

Cai Xu sneered, staring at Ye Wushuang, expecting to see terror and fear on his face. However, in Ye Wushuang’s eyes, he saw neither of those emotions—only a flicker of disdain. Undisguised disdain.

Ye Wushuang was disdainful of his ultimate sword strike!

"You seem to be enjoying your little game. Are you done playing now?" Ye Wushuang’s calm voice drifted through the void and reached Cai Xu’s ears, causing his sneer to freeze slightly on his face.

’Enjoying my little game?’

’In Ye Wushuang’s eyes, have I just been playing by myself this whole time?’

’My ultimate sword technique, Purple Sky Kill, is just a game to him!’

"If you’re done playing, then it’s time for you to die," Ye Wushuang said again. He thrust his sword forward as well, and the Life-Taking Light began to bloom.

The sword kills, the light takes life. A Sword Intent spread through the void, an intent without a single impurity—only the pure will to take a life.

In the darkness of the stone chamber, the Life-Taking Sword had once again been elevated. It had transcended the Realm of Perfection, reaching an apex of sword mastery—true life-taking.

"A life-taking sword!" The pupils of the onlookers contracted. A terrifying Life-Taking Sword Intent filled the void, making their hearts pound. As they stared at Ye Wushuang, it was as if they were looking at a god of death, come to claim every one of their lives.

Every person’s heart began to pound in rhythm with this Sword Intent, its pervasive sharpness seeming to pierce into their very souls.

"To call such a pathetic strike the ’ultimate sword technique’... you are nothing but a frog in a well. How pitiful."

Under everyone’s watchful gaze, Ye Wushuang’s sword moved as fast as lightning. Its Life-Taking Light was faint and small, worlds apart from the sky full of purple.

But as it pierced into the endless purple, it erupted with its own unique radiance, tearing everything apart!

RUMBLE!

The self-proclaimed ultimate sword technique, Purple Sky Kill, disintegrated like a soap bubble, utterly defenseless.