Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

A voice like a clap of thunder exploded in the crowd’s ears.

The rage contained within it was palpable; everyone could feel the newcomer’s fury and killing intent.

BOOM!

As the voice faded, the crowd outside the tavern quickly parted to form a wide path. A dignified, plainly dressed middle-aged man strode forward.

The power erupting from his body swept out, blowing the tavern doors off their hinges and sending them flying inward.

"Father, it was that bastard! He and that little slut crippled my arm!" Behind the middle-aged man, a pale-faced youth followed him in.

His eyes, full of venom and resentment, were locked firmly on Ye Wushuang.

"The City Lord himself is here!"

Looking at the middle-aged man, the crowd shrank back and fled to a safe distance, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire.

After all, the power of the Spiritual Spring Eighth Layer was terrifying—not something an ordinary person could possibly withstand.

Lan Xinyu’s movement froze in mid-air.

She hadn’t expected City Lord Zheng to arrive so quickly. Even if she wanted to escape, it was too late.

Lan Zheng, however, only glanced at City Lord Zheng before turning his gaze back to Ye Wushuang.

As the tavern’s owner, Lan Zheng dealt with all sorts of people daily and was a good judge of character. Perhaps he didn’t know Ye Wushuang before this.

But for a man to be able to down several glasses of Fire Orchid Spirit without batting an eye...

He knew this was no ordinary person.

Moreover, the man’s utter disregard for Zheng Ke’s threats had startled him.

’Perhaps this young man in white can help my daughter and me escape this crisis.’

That was why, when Ye Wushuang invited him for a drink, he chose to sit down. He was taking a gamble. If he won, he and his daughter would be saved.

If he lost, he would risk his own life today to ensure Lan Xinyu escaped.

Now, the strongest man in Black Stone City had arrived. Lan Zheng’s gaze was fixed on Ye Wushuang, as if trying to find any change in his expression.

But to his disappointment, Ye Wushuang’s face remained as calm and serene as ever.

Ye Wushuang didn’t spare City Lord Zheng a glance, his eyes focused on his own wine cup.

Lan Zheng snapped back to his senses and said quickly, "Xinyu, hurry and pour the young master another drink!"

Lan Xinyu subconsciously followed her father’s instruction and poured another cup for Ye Wushuang, not realizing how out of place the action was in the current tense atmosphere.

City Lord Zheng’s eyes narrowed, a cold glint shooting from them.

’I’ve been standing here for some time, yet it’s as if this young man in white doesn’t even see me.’

"Father, you have to kill this bastard! And grab Lan Xinyu, too!"

The venom in Zheng Ke’s eyes grew even more intense.

"Lan Xinyu!"

City Lord Zheng’s gaze turned frigid. ’If not for this woman, my son would never have ended up with a crippled arm. I must kill her to vent my hatred.’

"The three of you colluded with the Demon King outside the city to bring disaster upon the citizens of Black Stone City. Today, I, the City Lord, shall execute you on behalf of everyone in Black Stone City!"

City Lord Zheng casually fabricated a charge and struck out with his palm.

In an instant, the tables and chairs throughout the tavern were blasted into splinters by the force of the impact.

"Die!"

With a cold shout, the striking palm suddenly opened, and a vast wave of energy washed over them.

This one palm strike seemed poised to annihilate all three of them at once.

"Father, don’t kill Lan Xinyu!" Zheng Ke shouted upon seeing this. He hadn’t had his way with her yet; how could he let her die?

"Useless!"

Hearing his son’s cry, City Lord Zheng cursed angrily. His expression grew even more ruthless; not only did he not stop, but he increased the power of his attack.

"Xinyu, get back!"

Lan Zheng’s expression changed. He shouted to Lan Xinyu and was about to stand up.

At the same time, Ye Wushuang calmly took a sip from his cup, then abruptly sent it shooting forward.

BANG!

Before it even reached City Lord Zheng’s palm, the wine cup shattered instantly.

"Hmph, the struggles of an ant!"

City Lord Zheng strode forward, intending to obliterate the cup’s fragments into nothingness.

But he quickly discovered that the broken shards were like the sharpest blades in the world, carrying a terrifying killing aura that shattered his Palm Momentum.

City Lord Zheng’s eyes narrowed. He struck out with his other hand, finally managing to blast the fragments away.

BOOM!

Ye Wushuang rose and took a step, moving like a flash of light before the crowd’s eyes.

"Just because you’re at the Spiritual Spring Eighth Layer, you look down on others as ants. You have no idea that you are just an ant yourself!"

Ye Wushuang threw a punch. A golden fist flew through the air, shimmering brilliantly.

BOOM!

The fist moved like a marauding Tyrant Dragon, an unstoppable force that instantly broke through City Lord Zheng’s stance and crashed toward him.

City Lord Zheng’s expression changed. He retreated explosively, backing out of the tavern.

With one hand behind his back, Ye Wushuang followed, stepping into the air as if it were solid ground. The sight of his white-robed figure was breathtaking.

An expert!

Lan Xinyu, Lan Zheng, and all the other patrons had never imagined that Ye Wushuang was an expert capable of contending with City Lord Zheng.

Everyone walked out of the tavern to watch the sky.

"So you do have some strength!"

City Lord Zheng was secretly shocked. If he hadn’t retreated from that last punch, he likely would have been severely injured.

"Some strength?"

Ye Wushuang sneered. "I hope you can handle this ’little bit’ of strength, then!"

With that, Ye Wushuang took a step, and a sharp Ancient Sword materialized from the void, shooting toward City Lord Zheng.

Ye Wushuang followed its path, reaching out his hand and flicking his wrist to instantly grasp the hilt.

CLANG!

The Ancient Sword seemed to hum with joy, as if it had found its master.

"Black Cloud Bell!"

City Lord Zheng also raised a single hand. A small bell shrouded in black clouds suddenly expanded as he poured his True Essence into it.

A giant black bell, wreathed in Black Clouds, rose into the sky.

Black clouds enveloped the sky, plunging the area below into sudden darkness. A terrifying suppressive force made everyone’s body tremble.

The Spirit Communication Treasure, the Black Cloud Bell!

The crowd below was shocked and cried out in alarm.

"Hahaha, so what if you have some strength? The Black Cloud Bell will still crush you to death!"

Zheng Ke laughed hideously.

Lan Xinyu and Lan Zheng watched nervously, their hearts leaping into their throats. If Ye Wushuang was defeated, they would also face death.

"Suppress!"

City Lord Zheng roared, and the Cultivation of his Spiritual Spring Eighth Layer surged into the Black Cloud Bell, increasing its power several times over.

"Young Master, run!"

Seeing this, Lan Xinyu shouted in a panic.

CLANG!

A heaven-shaking sword hum suddenly echoed in the mind of every person in Heiyun City.

A terrifying Sword Intent rippled through the heavens and the earth.

Lan Xinyu looked up, her eyes slightly dazed.

That figure, with robes as white as snow and black hair dancing in the wind...

Those bright black eyes were cold yet profound, as if hiding something that drew one in, making them want to uncover its secrets.

A heaven-soaring Sword Intent swirled around him, making him look like an Emperor of the sword as he ascended into the sky.

"Annihilate!"

The single, softly spoken word sounded almost unreal to those who heard it.

But then, the Heaven-Soaring Sword appeared before everyone’s eyes.

RRRIIIP!

The Ancient Sword became a streak of light, a proud blade soaring through the heavens. In that instant, it tore through the boundless Black Clouds.