Chapter 663: Peerlessly Domineering

Heh heh!

Dongfang Youdi stared at Lang Xiaotian, glanced at the arm in his hand, and grinned. The movement tugged at the bloody hole in his abdomen, and he winced.

"Damn, this is killing me!"

He snapped out of it and started cursing. The power contained in Lang Xiaotian’s strike was ravaging his life force, nearly tearing his body apart. It was incredibly vicious!

If his body hadn’t been so well-forged, he never would have been able to withstand it.

"I’ll pay you back with the same move next time!"

Above in the Firmament, only Dongfang Youdi’s curses and Lang Xiaotian’s pained cries could be heard.

No matter what he did, Lang Xiaotian never could have imagined that Dongfang Youdi was such a madman.

He was more than strong enough to kill Dongfang Youdi, but he’d been careless and had an arm ripped clean off!

"Bastard!"

Ghost Army’s gaze turned sinister. With a furious roar, he brought his foot down toward Dongfang Youdi.

He was enraged that the Half-Demon Race had suffered such a huge loss of face!

Their honor could not be restored unless Dongfang Youdi was killed.

BOOM!

A foot as large as a mountain descended from the sky, stepping on heaven and earth and suppressing the entire world!

"Kid, I’m about to get jumped! Help me!"

At the sight, Dongfang Youdi yelled with a pained grin. The fierce image he had projected instantly crumbled in the minds of the crowd. This guy was just a loudmouth with no dignity whatsoever.

BOOM!

But Ye Wushuang’s figure truly did move!

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Innumerable gazes turned toward him.

"I said that I would wring the neck of anyone who dared to interfere. Did you not believe me?"

The domineering voice thundered across the Firmament as a golden fist, like a world-ending star, smashed against the descending foot.

Ghost Army retracted his massive foot and immediately took a step back.

"Heavenly Concealing Hand!"

Ye Wushuang shot forward, slapping out with the hand he held behind his back. A blood-red hand blotted out the sky as it descended, the crimson color spreading across the world. It was like a hand capable of suppressing the heavens themselves as it bore down on the world!

Ghost Army’s expression turned grim. He hadn’t expected Ye Wushuang to attack without another word. He opened his mouth and spat out a firestorm that rushed toward the sky like a volcanic eruption to collide with the Heavenly Concealing Hand.

"Barbaric Tyrant Dragon Fist!"

"Heavenly Sword Technique!"

"World Destruction!"

"Heavenly Concealing Hand!"

One after another, a series of attacks rained down on Ghost Army, all while the crowd watched in a stupor.

Each of the peerless Combat Skills was powerful enough to punch through the Firmament!

The Firmament itself seemed to boil, shrouded in an aura of slaughter, destruction, and death that made the onlookers’ hearts pound with fear!

This wasn’t a battle; it was the apocalypse!

Ye Wushuang wasn’t holding back in the slightest!

Having lost the initiative, Ghost Army had no opportunity to counter the relentless and freakishly fast onslaught. He could only retreat, his body cracking under the impacts of the energy as he coughed up blood nonstop!

He swore he had never coughed up so much blood in his entire life!

"Aaaargh...!"

Ghost Army roared and thrashed his head. His crimson, Fire Feather-like hair blazed like a conflagration that could incinerate the heavens and annihilate the earth. He had never been so thoroughly humiliated; his rage soared to the sky!

But Ye Wushuang didn’t give him a single moment to catch his breath!

"Ye Wushuang, are you forcing me to battle you here and now?"

"I will fight you wherever you please. Today, you dared to defy my words and treat them as idle chatter. For that, I will take your head."

Ye Wushuang performed the Seven Steps of the Reversed Dragon, treading upon the very sky. The power of heaven and earth gathered at his feet; with a single step, the world trembled!

"Ye Wushuang, Ghost Army hasn’t even attacked yet!"

The three other cultivators with Ancient Blood Physiques rushed forward, preparing to hold Ye Wushuang back to give Ghost Army a chance to breathe!

"So what if he hasn’t attacked yet?!"

Ye Wushuang sneered. "Forget attacking," he said coldly. "I won’t even allow you to think about it. If you all want to attack together, then I will simply have to take three more heads."

As he spoke, a sharp light flared in Ye Wushuang’s eyes. His qi and blood surged ever higher, becoming like a vast ocean. The tyrannical power of it shook the very heavens and earth.

So domineering!

The hearts of the crowd trembled. ’He won’t even allow them to think about it?’ This was simply too tyrannical!

Even Jiao Peng, who had already witnessed Ye Wushuang’s might, was still shaken to his core by this display of tyranny!

The Dragon King and his companions were less surprised, as they were well aware of Ye Wushuang’s personality. After all, they wouldn’t have given him the title "Ye the Godslayer" for nothing!

’He’s even more terrifying than the legends say!’

Many thought to themselves, their eyes wide in shock.

BOOM!

With the three Ancient Blood Physiques joining the fray, Ghost Army finally had a moment to breathe. He shot sideways through the air, flashing out of attack range.

At the same time, the other three men and Lang Xiaotian also retreated to the side.

BOOM!

Ye Wushuang flicked his sleeve, and the incomparably domineering aura vanished within it. He stepped forward, his long, ink-black hair dancing in the wind. His disdainful posture left everyone in a trance!

"Ye Wushuang, I will not fight you today. On the day of the Sea Sacrifice, I will settle this score,"

Ghost Army declared, looking utterly battered. He stared coldly at Ye Wushuang, his gaze like a frozen knife.

"If you provoke me again, you won’t have a mouth left to speak with," Ye Wushuang replied, his expression impassive. To him, threats were nothing but empty words.

"Hey, hey, hey! You little mongrels from the Half-Demon Race! Weren’t you just saying you were going to crush Ye Wushuang? You’re running scared after taking a few hits?"

Dongfang Youdi’s shout rang out.

Ghost Army and the others’ faces darkened, their killing intent flaring.

"What are you looking at? I’ve still got your arm here. I’m going to take it home and roast it," Dongfang Youdi said, purely to infuriate Lang Xiaotian.

He held up Lang Xiaotian’s arm and waved it around enthusiastically.

And indeed, Lang Xiaotian was so furious he could have killed Dongfang Youdi on the spot. The man was practically begging for death!

In the end, however, he suppressed his anger. With a cold snort and a wave of his sleeve, his severed limb regenerated, and a new arm appeared.

This was the power of the Divine Silence Level: the Divine Radiance Body, an indestructible form capable of regenerating flesh!

"It will be far more interesting to crush and kill you at the Sea Sacrifice, in front of all the other geniuses!"

Lang Xiaotian glanced at Dongfang Youdi, then at Ye Wushuang, before turning to leave. It was unclear which of them he had been speaking to.

Watching Lang Xiaotian and the others depart, Dongfang Youdi’s usually charming eyes turned vicious, as if memorizing their faces.

"Go tend to your wounds first,"

Ye Wushuang said with a glance at Dongfang Youdi, then left the empty space.

The crowd of people behind him followed suit.

"No wonder Emperor’s Domineering Blood challenged him by name. He’s certainly strong enough!"

At the fence, someone of the Original Bloodline watched Ye Wushuang’s departing figure, a Divine Light swirling in their eyes.

"Ye Wushuang is not our concern. He is doomed to die, so don’t waste time on him. We need to seize the Divine Power!"

Another person of the Original Bloodline spoke indifferently before walking into a tavern. The others exchanged a look and followed him inside.

"A Holy Body..."

In front of a grand hall on Heaven-Reaching Island, an old man with a hunched back and his hands clasped behind him murmured three words.

WHOOSH!

A young man wielding a Square Heaven Halberd stepped out of the void. "Ancestor," he said, "Ye Wushuang’s Holy Body bloodline is truly incredible. It contains the might of Dragon Blood!"

"Indeed. This kind of special physique is the best. If I devour it, I will surely break through my final shackles and step into the Saint Sage Realm that countless souls have only dreamed of achieving!"

The old man spoke faintly, his tone eerily calm.

"Ancestor, Ye Wushuang is no easy target. Devouring him will be extremely difficult," the young man said with a frown.

"Do not worry. In the Three Thousand Seas, there is nothing my Nine-Headed Sea Demon Race cannot accomplish. I have already laid my trap. Ye Wushuang cannot escape. He doesn’t have the slightest chance."

The old man looked up at the sky as if he could already see the moment he would reign supreme over all living things. A faint smile touched his lips.