Chapter 660: Mysterious Sea Sacrifice

After learning what Ye Wushuang had done for the Flood Dragon Clan, he was treated with the highest honors.

Seizing the Nether Life Pill may have been a small matter to Ye Wushuang, but to the Flood Dragon Clan, it was a monumental favor.

Every member of the Flood Dragon Clan was immensely grateful.

And from the Flood Dragon Clan, Ye Wushuang learned about the upcoming Sea Festival.

The Sea Festival was, on one hand, a ritual to worship the Sea God.

The Sea God was a deity worshipped throughout the Three Thousand Seas, an existence so mysterious that not even Saint Sages understood it. In a way, the Sea God was also the spiritual symbol for all the Sea Races.

Its status was similar to that of the Barbarian God in the hearts of the Giant Spirit Clan and the Barbarian God Race.

During this grand festival, there were also several competitive events.

The Sea Battle was the grandest of them all.

During the ritual, the Heart of the Sea God would appear, containing the Sea God’s gift: Divine Power!

Ye Wushuang had also learned about Divine Power from Jiao Ming. It was a special force, with wondrous and infinite uses, condensed by the Heart of the Sea God as it gathered the power of the Three Thousand Seas.

The goal of the Sea Battle was to compete for this Divine Power.

Therefore, when the Sea Festival began, the top Celestial Prides of the Grand Emperor Domain would all appear to compete for this opportunity.

The Sea Battle was set to begin in half a month.

During this time, those with Ancient Blood Physiques and other rare constitutions from the Grand Emperor Domain began to appear.

"Brother Ye, the Sea Battle is almost upon us. Celestial Prides with Ancient Blood Physiques, Holy Blood, Ancestor Bloodlines, and the like will all be there. Want to go check it out?"

Jiao Peng asked with a smile in Wolong Hall.

Now that Jiao Ming had obtained the Nether Life Pill and recovered from his injuries, the gloom that had hung over the Flood Dragon Clan vanished without a trace. If Jiao Ming hadn’t instructed them to keep it quiet, they would have already been cheering and celebrating wildly.

Hearing Jiao Peng’s words, Ye Wushuang nodded. ’Since the top Celestial Prides of the Grand Emperor Domain are here, then those few from the Grand Emperor Country must be here as well.’

’There are still a few days before the Sea Festival, so there’s no need to rush. I can also use the spare time to study the Array Dao.’

’Once I obtain the Divine Power and reach the Pseudo-Saint Level, it will be time to slay the one with the Emperor’s Domineering Blood!’

’And then... wage war against Heaven!’

Ye Wushuang plotted silently. Emerging from his thoughts, he said, "Let’s go for a walk outside."

"I’ll take you to a tavern. Their specialty dishes are excellent!"

Jiao Peng said with a laugh, then led Ye Wushuang, Jiao Weii, and a few others out of the Flood Dragon Hall.

"Clan Leader, do you think he’s really the True Dragon Emperor?"

A veteran expert asked, his gaze fixed on the departing Ye Wushuang, still pondering the Dragon Cat’s words.

"I’m not sure," Jiao Peng said. "But he definitely possesses a Dragon Vein, Dragon Power, and even Dragon Blood of an incredibly high grade—enough to suppress even me. He must have some connection to the Dragon Race. Those with lower cultivation might not sense it, but at my Pseudo-Saint level, I can feel the oppressive Dragon Power clearly."

Ye Wushuang’s identity was shrouded in mystery.

"By the way, that Dragon Cat... if I’m not mistaken, it must be a living member of the Dragon Race."

Jiao Peng added, causing the veteran expert to stare in shock. ’A True Spirit... has one really appeared before our very eyes?’

"Let’s put these matters aside for now," Jiao Ming sighed, looking up at the Firmament. "I’ve heard talk of a war against Heaven. Our Flood Dragon Clan should prepare as well."

After all, wasn’t it Ye Wushuang who had spoken of a "war against Heaven"?

Once a war against Heaven began, the entire Grand Emperor Domain would be dragged into the conflict, and the Flood Dragon Clan would be no exception.

...

Heaven-Reaching Island was much livelier than usual.

The reason was simple: the Sea Festival was about to begin, and Celestial Prides from the Three Thousand Seas and the major influences of the Grand Emperor Domain had all gathered here.

As a result, Heaven-Reaching Island saw an influx of many new faces.

"Have you guys heard? Three of the Half-Demon Race’s Four Poison Young Masters have been slain!"

"No way! The Four Poison Young Masters are inseparable. When the four of them team up, they can even kill a Yun Dao Level expert. Who could possibly have killed them? Was it another Yun Dao Level expert?"

"It wasn’t a Yun Dao expert, but a young man. You’ll never guess who!"

"Can’t guess... Don’t tell me it was that Ye the Godslayer again!"

In a tavern on Heaven-Reaching Island, a group of young newcomers were discussing the matter. When one of them mentioned the name "Ye the Godslayer," many people in the room fell silent.

"It... it couldn’t really be him, could it?"

The young man who had mentioned Ye the Godslayer was astonished. He’d only said it as a wild guess. ’Has he actually come here?’

"Congratulations, you guessed right!"

Someone immediately shot the young man a look and said, enunciating every word, "It was indeed him. And he’s here, on Heaven-Reaching Island!"

Hearing this, many people sucked in a sharp breath.

"No wonder he could kill the Four Poison Young Masters. If it was him, then I believe it. But it seems his strength has grown again."

The young man’s eyes narrowed.

"He must have grown stronger. I just wonder who’s more powerful, him or the one with the Emperor’s Domineering Blood. A battle between them at their peak... it’s truly something to look forward to."

Everyone in the Grand Emperor Domain had long known that the one with the Emperor’s Domineering Blood had challenged Ye Wushuang.

The fact that someone with an ultimate physique like the Emperor’s Domineering Blood had issued a challenge was enough to prove the fearsomeness of the Holy Body. Everyone was looking forward to their battle.

"A mere Holy Body, so ridiculously overhyped. If I were to encounter him, I’d crush him and wring his head from his shoulders."

But amidst the discussion, a disdainful voice suddenly rang out, cutting everyone off.

At the sound, everyone turned toward the source of the voice.

Several men with an unearthly air stepped out of a private room, their eyes flashing like lightning as they gazed upon the world with contempt.

Monstrous Blood Qi surged to the heavens, as vast and turbulent as an ocean, so powerful it seemed it would drown the world.

The terrifying Blood Qi alone exerted a crushing pressure on their very souls.

With every step they took, the world itself seemed to tremble, sending shivers through the hearts of the onlookers.

’An Ancient Blood Physique!’

Seeing the newcomers, everyone’s faces filled with horror. To have such heaven-defyingly terrifying Blood Qi that it could suppress them all... only someone with an Ancient Blood Physique could possess such power!

"Ye Wushuang? A Holy Body? Before an Ancient Blood Physique, other special physiques are nothing but trash that can’t withstand a single blow. How is that Ye Wushuang worthy of the title ’God of Slaughter’? If I ever meet him, I, Lang Xiaotian, will crush him under my foot!"

Among the group that emerged, a man with flowing green hair stepped forward. His aura was unmatched, making the entire tavern tremble. An impossibly vigorous, cyan Blood Qi roiled around him like an ocean.

His eyes swept over the crowd, flashing with a fierce, blood-red light. His gaze was like a peerless blade, making everyone feel numb and ice-cold.

No one dared to speak. Their aura alone spoke volumes about their strength.

Powerful. Incredibly powerful.

This was a level of power that Celestial Prides with ordinary physiques couldn’t hope to match.

"Anyone can talk big. I could claim I’m going to be Heaven-Destroying myself."

But from a corner of the tavern, a lazy voice cut in at the most inopportune moment.

Hmph!

Hearing the voice, Lang Xiaotian whipped his head around, his gaze as sharp as a Celestial Saber as he scrutinized the speaker.

The rest of the crowd also turned to look. Who would dare to provoke the dignity of someone with an Ancient Blood Physique at a time like this?

"What are you looking at? You think the Half-Demon Race is so impressive? You’re the kind of trash that gets beaten back to your own den and doesn’t even dare to make a peep!"

"And now you’re here, strutting around and acting tough. Who’s the real trash here? If you met the real deal, you’d probably piss your pants in fear. As for trash like you, I look down on a dozen of your kind before breakfast!"

That voice, dripping with arrogance, rang out once more.