Chapter 685: Bloody Battle in the Saint-Ending Cloud Sea?

"War Dragon Dao!"

With a shout from Ye Wushuang, his body turned illusory before the crowd’s eyes, like a golden phantom. With a flare of golden fire feathers, he suddenly charged toward the Light of Destruction.

"Slay!"

A single, quiet word echoed. The crowd watched as Ye Wushuang effortlessly passed through the Light of Destruction, transforming into a golden beam that pierced the sky.

The Golden Holy Feather, like a fine but razor-sharp beam of light, pierced through Tian Chang’s brow. The immense force sent him flying for thousands of miles.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

All around, the sharp, cracking sound of knuckles whitening in tightly clenched fists suddenly rang out.

"He... He actually ignored the slaughter of the Light of Destruction." A demonic light swirled in the Half-Demon Lord’s eyes, his face a mask of disbelief. ’Even I would struggle to handle the Light of Destruction.’

Yet Ye Wushuang dared to ignore it, showing no fear, and emerged completely unharmed!

"What kind of Heaven-Defying Means is that kid using? The Light of Destruction doesn’t harm him in the slightest. How bizarre." The Saint Master of the Holy Celestial Ruins was also taken aback, his expression one of utter disbelief.

"No wonder he dares to wage war on the heavens. So this is the powerful means he’s been hiding. This boy is truly terrifying." The Three Ancestors of Original People stared, their long-dormant hearts stirring with turmoil.

SHHHP!

Shenn Qiankun’s eyes snapped open. He stared at Ye Wushuang’s figure, his own heart trembling. ’With a technique like that, he’s absolutely invincible!’

"Did he win?!"

As they watched the Golden Fire Feather pierce through Tian Chang’s brow, everyone’s expressions were tense. It was as if they were Ye Wushuang himself, locked in combat!

The Fire Feather pierced Tian Chang’s brow, and the Golden Flame, imbued with the fire of Zhuxian Dao Principles, began to incinerate everything. Even the Eye of the Firmament shrank away.

"Get the hell out of there!"

Ye Wushuang’s roar was like thunder. With a flick of the Golden Fire Feather, a giant eye flew out, radiating heartless indifference. The Light of Destruction rained down once more, yet it still failed to inflict even a scratch on Ye Wushuang.

BOOM!

Tian Chang’s body exploded into a cloud of bloody mist, his Holy Armor dissolving into it as well.

"He’s dead! Tian Chang is dead! The Emperor’s Domineering Blood has been slain!"

In an instant, the distant spectators erupted in frenzied cheers, as if they themselves had won the victory!

In the end, the Emperor’s Domineering Blood was no match for the Holy Body!

"Something’s wrong!"

But just then, Shenn Qiankun coldly spat out two words, his eyes fixed on the bloody mist. The others, still reeling from their elation, also suddenly realized something was amiss.

Although Tian Chang’s body had exploded, his powerful and tyrannical consciousness had not vanished. This meant Tian Chang... was not dead yet!

"Ye Wushuang, did you really think I wasn’t aware of your trump card? Invulnerability to all attacks for three breaths—that’s your ultimate move, isn’t it? Well, three breaths have passed. It’s time for this to end."

The mass of blood and flesh reassembled at an incredible speed, once again forming the figure of Tian Chang.

In less than a blink of an eye, the Emperor’s Dominating Sword’s edge flashed out dozens of feet, instantly running through Ye Wushuang’s body. The killing intent of its blade was endless!

Everyone saw Ye Wushuang’s body impaled on the Emperor’s Dominating Sword. Their eyes went wide, frozen in shock.

The tables had turned in an instant. It wasn’t Tian Chang who had lost. And for Ye Wushuang, the consequence of defeat was death upon the Emperor’s Dominating Sword.

"Brother Ye!"

"Young Master Ye!"

"Lord Barbarian Emperor!"

In an instant, the expressions of the Slaying Monarch Ancestor, Pann Xing, Lady Xiangg, and the others changed drastically. They clenched their fists so tightly it seemed their bones would shatter. None of them had anticipated this outcome.

’To think that even against such a Heaven-Defying Means, Tian Chang still had a counter-scheme!’

Standing beside Dii Qingxue, Yangg Qing’er’s beautiful eyes instantly became terrifyingly bloodshot!

BOOM!

Yangg Qing’er took a single step forward, her eyes filled with hatred. ’Ye Wushuang was killed, so I will kill the bearer of the Emperor’s Domineering Blood. If the heavens and the earth stand in my way, then I will sunder the heavens and the earth!’

BOOM!

At the same time, the four Celestial Dome Pseudo-Saints descended from the Firmament, watching Yangg Qing’er with cold vigilance.

Because they sensed the aura of a Saint from her.

They never imagined that under the watchful eye of Heaven, someone could have actually achieved Sainthood.

The Half-Demon Lord, the Three Ancestors of Original People, the Huanying Empress, and other experts also stared at Yangg Qing’er. ’For such a young woman to be a Saint... even for us, it’s unbelievable!’

"Qing’er, stop!"

Dii Qingxue crossed the sky and grabbed hold of Yangg Qing’er!

"Whoever killed Brother Ye, I’ll kill them! Even if I have to destroy these heavens and sacrifice myself, I will have my revenge!" Yangg Qing’er shrieked through her tears, her voice filled with stubborn resolve. A Saint’s aura pulsed across the world, causing the entire Saint-Ending Cloud Sea to tremble as if it were about to collapse.

That single roar caused the qi and blood of the four Pseudo-Saints in the Firmament to churn violently, forcing them to spit up mouthfuls of blood. It only further confirmed their fears: Yangg Qing’er was indeed a Saint, a being they had to treat with utmost caution!

BOOM!

While the crowd’s attention was focused on Yangg Qing’er, Ye Wushuang’s head suddenly snapped up, his gaze locking onto Tian Chang!

"I am fully aware of all your tricks," Tian Chang said coldly. "My Emperor’s Domineering Blood possesses a second soul. You can destroy one, but the other remains. It’s the perfect counter to your ultimate trump card. You didn’t expect that, did you?"

"I certainly didn’t," Ye Wushuang admitted.

He kept his eyes locked on Tian Chang, but a moment later, a disdainful smirk spread across his face. The smile left Tian Chang utterly baffled and confused.

His confusion was answered a moment later. Ye Wushuang’s body remained ethereal, passing straight through the Emperor’s Dominating Sword in an instant to appear right in front of Tian Chang.

A pair of cold, indifferent eyes shot out two rays of bone-chilling light, like peerless Celestial Sabers stabbing into Tian Chang’s own eyes, tearing at his very soul.

’What? The Emperor’s Dominating Sword... it didn’t harm him? Just like before... not a single scratch... How... How is that possible?!’

Tian Chang had calculated that Ye Wushuang’s technique granted him three breaths of immunity to any attack. But how could he have possibly known that it was now six breaths, not three?

SLAP!

Abruptly, Ye Wushuang’s palm swung, slapping Tian Chang across the face. The blow, imbued with the killing power of Dao Marks, shattered the flesh of his cheek. The sound was so loud that everyone heard it.

The situation had reversed yet again. Everyone felt their minds couldn’t keep up. Despite Tian Chang’s meticulous calculations, Ye Wushuang was still alive!

"This slap is for my father! Who the hell gave you permission to hurt him?!"

Ye Wushuang’s cold words made Ye Xuan, who was standing far away with the Slaying Monarch Ancestor and the others, tremble!

VMMMM!

The Golden Holy Feather retracted and then rapidly unfurled, transforming into a streak of golden light that caught up to Tian Chang’s flying body. Another slap landed. "You dare to hurt my woman? This one’s for her!"

SLAP!

Bolstered by thirty times his normal speed and agility, the blow landed on Tian Chang’s face again before he could even think to dodge, shattering his cheekbone!

"ARGH...!"

Tian Chang roared in fury.

"What are you roaring about?!"

Ye Wushuang condensed a giant hand of energy, grabbing Tian Chang’s flying body and viciously stomping on him.

THUD!

Tian Chang was stomped out of the air.

"This one’s for the millions of souls in the four cities!"

Ye Wushuang stomped down hard. His giant golden foot descended like a mountain, pinning Tian Chang so he couldn’t resist. Having lost the initiative, Tian Chang was now completely powerless to fight back!

However, the powers of the Celestial Dome would not allow him to lose.

If Ye Wushuang were to win, it would only fuel the flames of his war against the heavens. Such an act of great treason had to be utterly suppressed and snuffed out in its infancy!