Chapter 682: Saint-Ending Cloud Sea

'But now that they had stepped forward, their only option was to kill Ye Wushuang!'

With their power, killing Ye Wushuang would be more than enough.

"Kill!"

They closed in for the kill. One of them transformed into a mad shark, conjuring massive waves from the void as a gaping maw tore toward Ye Wushuang. Elder Hai Xu also took the form of a Nine-Headed Sea Demon, spitting a destructive beam of light to annihilate him.

In comparison, this clone of Elder Hai Xu was far too weak.

Before Jiao Ming could even react, Ye Wushuang had already charged forward, unleashing his Sixth Transformation Dragon Blood Saint Body. From a distance, the Xiaoo Yue Celestial Roc noticed that Ye Wushuang had changed. He was stronger, more terrifying!

BOOM!

Treading with the Seven Steps of the Reversed Dragon, Ye Wushuang charged. Three Realms Slaughter erupted, and his World-Destroying Saber Aura annihilated all incoming attacks!

With his consolidated Yun Dao Second Layer cultivation and the Sixth Transformation Dragon Blood Saint Body, his combat power had risen to a terrifying level!

BOOM!

Three figures clashed in the void. One man fighting two Pseudo-Saints—it was an unbelievable sight for all the members of the Sea Race.

"This young man's combat power is truly terrifying!"

The Turtle Race Pseudo-Saint sighed as he stared up at the battle, and the other Pseudo-Saints nodded in agreement.

"It's over!"

Ye Wushuang had no intention of dragging this out. He unleashed his ultimate trump card: War Dragon Dao!

For six breaths, he could ignore any and all attacks!

"What's happening? The Shark King's and Elder Hai Xu's attacks aren't harming Ye Wushuang at all! He... He's passing right through them!"

BOOM!

As the members of the Sea Race cried out in alarm, Ye Wushuang shot past the two Pseudo-Saints' attacks. Moving at thirty times his normal speed, he phased through everything, and his Golden Holy Feather, bathed in Golden Flame, swept through the air!

PFFT!

CHHHK!

Ten heads flew into the air. Nine of them belonged to Elder Hai Xu. The last belonged to the Shark King. In their wake, ten pillars of blood shot toward the Firmament.

The Golden Flame latched on, incinerating the blood completely.

WHOOSH!

Ye Wushuang landed back where he started, his Dragon Blood Saint Body retracting as he returned to his original form.

In the blink of an eye, it was all over. Two Pseudo-Saints had been obliterated.

'What was that technique he just used?'

A chill ran down the spines of the remaining Pseudo-Saints. Not even they were a match for him. That technique was simply too bizarre. It was impossible to kill Ye Wushuang!

'If that's the case, forget two of us. Even if we all attacked together, I'm afraid we still couldn't kill him.'

"Mermaid Clan, fall back!"

The Mermaid Pseudo-Saint gave Ye Wushuang a long, hard look before shouting the order and departing.

"Merfolk Race, fall back!"

"Turtle Race, fall back!"

One after another, the awestruck Pseudo-Saints hastily gave the order and departed.

Only the Mad Shark Clan remained, utterly leaderless and lost. With their Shark King dead, all that awaited them was to be devoured by the other clans. The Mad Shark Clan was not long for this world.

The members of the Flood Dragon Clan stared blankly at Ye Wushuang. He had solved their problem just like that!

"Clan Leader Jiao, I'll leave the Mad Shark Clan to you. It's time for me to be on my way."

Ye Wushuang turned his head and smiled. By taking care of the Shark King, he had solved a major problem for the Flood Dragon Clan, repaying them for their hospitality.

"Are you heading to the Saint-Ending Cloud Sea, Young Master Ye?" Jiao Ming asked.

Ye Wushuang nodded. A battle with the Emperor's Domineering Blood was inevitable!

"In that case, I won't keep you, Young Master. Once I have finished handling my clan's affairs, I will certainly lead the Flood Dragon Clan to support you in battle!" Jiao Ming declared.

'If one dares to defy the heavens, then taboos cease to matter. If the heavens can destroy the world, why can't the living defy the heavens?'

He would deal with the Mad Shark Clan and secure a path of retreat for his people. In the face of world-ending calamity, no one would be spared, not even the Flood Dragon Clan. This wasn't for someone else's sake; it was for their own survival. They had to contribute.

SCREE!

A sharp cry pulled Jiao Ming from his thoughts. He looked up to see Ye Wushuang already soaring toward the Firmament on the Xiaoo Yue Celestial Roc.

Jiao Ming watched him go for a long moment before shouting, "Flood Dragon Clan, purge the Mad Shark Clan!"

With that, he strode toward the territory of the Mad Shark Clan.

With their Pseudo-Saint slain, the Mad Shark Clan would undoubtedly become a target for others. Their destruction was inevitable.

Ye Wushuang left the Three Thousand Seas, heading for the Saint-Ending Cloud Sea.

The Saint-Ending Cloud Sea was located at the central junction of the Three Thousand Seas, the Grand Emperor Country, and Sinful City.

Here, a Heaven-Reaching Peak soared into the clouds, piercing the Yunn Xiao with no visible end.

Atop the Heaven-Reaching Peak were endless layers of clouds.

The clouds here were strange; they had condensed into a tangible form, creating what looked like a sea of clouds. Rumor had it that countless Saint Sages had fallen here, turning it into their graveyard.

However, with little evidence, it was only ever treated as a rumor.

Of course, this Cloud Sea was far from simple. At its very end lay the Celestial Dome—the place closest to the heavens themselves.

Guided by the Xiaoo Yue Celestial Roc, Ye Wushuang sped toward the Saint-Ending Cloud Sea. During the journey, he entered the Absolute Space to continue his comprehension of the Heaven-Reaching Sword Array.

Meanwhile, news of the battle between the Holy Body and the Emperor's Domineering Blood spread rapidly throughout the Grand Emperor Domain.

All the powerful experts of the Grand Emperor Domain began to converge on the Saint-Ending Cloud Sea, eager to witness the clash between two peerless physiques.

Many cities dotted the edge of the Saint-Ending Cloud Sea.

Liuyun City was one of the larger ones. While it couldn't compare to a major hub like the Holy City, it still boasted a population of over a million.

Furthermore, it served as the gateway to the vast Saint-Ending Cloud Sea.

At dusk, the setting sun seemed to linger for far too long, bathing all of Liuyun City in a bloody crimson light. The people in the streets, however, seemed entirely unfazed, bustling about their business as usual.

The streets were abuzz with excitement over the impending duel between the Holy Body and the Emperor's Domineering Blood.

"Yaya!"

"Yaya!"

A woman's anxious cries echoed through the street as she wove through the crowd, frantically searching for the one she called Yaya.

On a street corner, a little girl of six or seven, her chubby, fair hands clutching two skewers of candied fruit, was staring at a figure before her.

The figure was tall and slender, clad in a suit of dark armor. His silver hair flowed freely, making him look like a peerless warrior.

However, his face was devoid of any human expression, showing only cold indifference and contempt. His eyes flickered with nothing but destruction.

He had been standing there for a long time, and the little girl had been watching him for just as long.

"Mister, are you unhappy? Would you like some candied fruit?"

The little girl suddenly raised her small hand, offering him one of the skewers.

The man lowered his head and glanced down at her, his expression unchanging.

"Yaya, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a hand shot out, snatched the proffered candy, and tossed it aside.

"Mother!"

The little girl, Yaya, turned to look at the woman and cried out.

"You foolish girl."

The woman muttered a few more curses before turning to glare at the armored man. "You inhuman monster!" she shrieked. "Trying to kidnap my daughter in broad daylight! You deserve a horrible death!"

The woman hurled insults at the armored man. 'If I hadn't gotten here when I did, Yaya would have been kidnapped!' She was filled with hatred for the man before her. 'Damn kidnapper!'

The armored man stared at the woman.

"What are you looking at? I caught you red-handed trying to kidnap my daughter in broad daylight! Are you going to deny it?"

"Everyone, come and judge for yourselves!"

The woman's shouting drew a crowd from the street.

"Monster! Kill him!"

"That's right! Scum like him shouldn't be allowed to live."

"Exactly! He thinks wearing human skin makes him human? He's just a monster! Worse than a monster!"

The crowd closed in, hurling accusations and curses.

"Mother, he didn't try to kidnap me," Yaya explained. "Some other men gave me candy and said they'd take me to find you. But when this mister showed up, they left."

The faces of the crowd instantly flushed red. They opened their mouths to speak, but no words came out. Had they realized the truth?

The woman's face flushed red as well.

But her expression quickly turned cold again. She slapped Yaya across the face and roared, "Yaya, what nonsense are you talking about? This monster was working with those other men—"

PFFT!

Before she could finish her sentence, a flash of light pierced through her body.

"He's a murderer!"

At this sight, the crowd stumbled back in terror.

BOOM!

Four murderous swords suddenly materialized around the armored man. They shot into the sky above Liuyun City as four streaks of light, multiplied into a countless torrent, and then rained down from above!

BOOM! BOOM!

"AH! AHHH!"

In an instant, the city was filled with agonizing screams as person after person was obliterated.

Then, the armored man strode into the distance. Behind him, Liuyun City had instantly transformed into an Asura Death Domain, with blood seeping into every corner!