Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

The woman’s eyes froze. Ye Wushuang was not afraid of her family background; he was going to slap her!

The crowd’s gaze hardened as well. ’He’s actually going to do it. So domineering!’

"Stop!"

Just as Ye Wushuang’s palm was about to descend, a clear and lovely voice drifted down from the third floor.

Hearing this voice, the crowd’s eyes twitched, and they all turned their gazes toward the third-floor staircase.

A graceful and elegant woman was walking down from the third floor. She had a slender figure and wore a long, pink dress embroidered with a hundred flowers, making her look like a fairy among blossoms.

Ye Wushuang also turned his head to look at her. ’She’s quite beautiful, with a gentle and elegant aura. A true beauty among the flowers.’

However, Ye Wushuang’s expression remained unchanged. No matter how beautiful this woman was, how could she compare to the likes of Dii Qingxue or Ye Rou?

Even Lan Xinyu, who stood beside him, was her superior in beauty.

The Baihua Fairy!

As the beautiful woman descended, all eyes were fixed on her, their faces filled with admiration.

Baihua Tower had been built by the Baihua Fairy. She was quite famous within the Holy City.

The reason was simple: behind her stood a certain man—the peerless Celestial Pride ranked fourth on the Dragon List, Young Master Xie Qing!

And the Baihua Fairy was Young Master Xie Qing’s woman. Even the Noble Families of the Holy City had to give her some face.

"Let her go!" The Baihua Fairy walked toward Ye Wushuang and faintly uttered three words. Her tone was like an inviolable command, as if Ye Wushuang had no choice but to obey her.

"Are you ordering me?" Ye Wushuang’s brow furrowed as he stared at the Baihua Fairy.

"Not an order, just a word of advice. At the same time, consider it giving me some face. Let this matter drop, how about it?"

The Baihua Fairy stepped forward, her gaze fixed on Ye Wushuang. Her eyes flickered as she suddenly realized that this man before her showed no emotional reaction at all when facing her. His indifference and calm surprised even her.

"Let it drop?" Ye Wushuang’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the Baihua Fairy. "Are we well acquainted?"

"No, but all who come to my Baihua Tower are friends," the Baihua Fairy replied with a faint smile.

"Friends?" Ye Wushuang scoffed and retorted, "If we’re friends, then tell me, when she was acting high and mighty, arrogantly trying to kill my companion, where were you, my ’friend’? When she moved to kill me, did you, my ’friend,’ come out to stop her?"

"It seems you did neither, did you?" Ye Wushuang stared at the Baihua Fairy, each of his questions falling on her ears. The word "friend" left her unable to retort; she could only stare back at him.

Ye Wushuang sneered and asked again, "You didn’t show yourself before. Now that I’ve struck back and am about to give her the punishment she deserves, what are you, my ’friend,’ running out here for? You demand I let her go. Tell me, is that what a friend does?"

His indifferent words echoed in the crowd’s ears, and the Baihua Tower fell silent. ’If the Baihua Fairy had stepped in earlier, perhaps things wouldn’t have reached this point. Why is she coming out now, demanding Ye Wushuang let the woman go?’

The Baihua Tower was silent, but everyone could almost hear a series of slaps landing viciously on the Baihua Fairy’s face, each one exceptionally loud.

At this moment, the word "friend" had become utterly worthless, a source of shame.

"One must live with dignity. There are things one must never do, and things one absolutely must," Ye Wushuang stated coldly, and the hand he had raised suddenly swung down.

SLAP!

A slap landed on the woman’s face. The crisp, loud sound plunged the Baihua Tower into a dead silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Instantly, the crowd’s eyes froze, their gazes fixed on Ye Wushuang.

In the end, Ye Wushuang had delivered the slap without a hint of hesitation or delay. It struck the woman’s face, making her pay a real price.

A bloody five-fingered handprint appeared on the woman’s face. Half of her cheek was red and swollen, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Everyone was stunned. This slap had also, in a way, landed on the Baihua Fairy’s face!

The woman was dazed by the blow. She subconsciously raised a hand to touch her cheek, feeling a searing pain.

She was the daughter of the Holy City’s Zong Family, the young miss of a Noble Family, the sister of Zong Shuai—the Celestial Pride ranked fourth on the Dragon List. In the Holy City, she was the one who slapped others; no one dared to slap her.

But she never expected Ye Wushuang to be such an anomaly. Not only did he slap her, but he did it with such force.

Her eyes, flashing with venomous light, locked onto Ye Wushuang. ’Slapping me is slapping the Zong Family. Ye Wushuang has some nerve.’

The Baihua Fairy’s gaze also hardened as she stared at Ye Wushuang. ’I’ve underestimated him,’ she realized.

"You will regret this."

The Baihua Fairy spoke, her four faint words breaking the silence and pulling the crowd from their daze.

She was well aware of this woman’s identity and the family background behind her.

"Regret? So, she can try to kill me, but I’m not allowed to fight back? I should just let her kill me?"

Ye Wushuang said coldly. ’If one considers regret before acting, one is simply indecisive. Unfortunately for them, I, Ye Wushuang, am not that kind of person!’

"But she didn’t succeed in killing you. Even if she tried, you cannot retaliate. You don’t know her identity. If you did, you wouldn’t have done the same."

The Baihua Fairy said faintly, her tone remaining largely unchanged.

"Then you are mistaken!" Ye Wushuang laughed coldly. "Foolishly mistaken. In the eyes of you scions from Noble Families, someone like me with no background is worthless. We can be casually debased, arbitrarily humiliated and slaughtered, and we are not allowed to fight back. To fight back means to regret it, to pay a price."

"But if I must pay a price for not fighting back, and face regret for fighting back, then the outcome is the same. What do I have to fear? Since she wants to kill me and make me regret it, then I will make *her* regret it right now."

Ye Wushuang stared at the woman, killing intent rising in his eyes.

"She is from the Zong Family. I don’t believe you dare," the Baihua Fairy said, her brow furrowed.

"Zong Family?" Ye Wushuang muttered the two words.

"That’s right. The Zong Family, a Holy City Gate Valve!" The Baihua Fairy’s words made the slapped woman raise her head in arrogance.

"Regretting it now, aren’t you? If you kneel and apologize, perhaps I can grant you a quick death," the woman stared venomously at Ye Wushuang, trying to find fear and terror on his face.

However, she was destined for disappointment.

Ye Wushuang’s face held only one expression: cold indifference!

CLANG!

An Ancient Sword was drawn, its Sword Intent howling with chilling frost. "I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you. I will not kneel. Since you want me dead, I’ll make you bleed first!"

The icy voice, the sudden movement—even the Baihua Fairy’s eyes froze. Ye Wushuang had unleashed his killing intent!

"You dare!"

At that very moment, a deep and cold voice echoed from within the Baihua Tower, causing the entire building to tremble!