Across the region, countless experts stared at the majestic figure bathed in sacred radiance, their pupils abruptly constricting. Then, one gasp after another rang out.
The Asura Emperor's direct son, Ye Xuankong!
Many people's eyes were now filled with profound fear. Even a trace of apprehension seemed to surface in the Demon Dragon Emperor's enormous dragon eyes.
In the Ancient Eight Domains, the name Ye Xuankong might have represented nothing more than his status as the Asura Emperor's direct son. But on the Myriad Heavens Battlefield, it bore another meaning.
Slaughter and brutality!
Ye Xuankong, the god of slaughter!
On the Myriad Heavens Battlefield, the eight domains vied for supremacy. But if given a choice, the enemy everyone least wanted to face was not the Demon Domain's violent, bloodthirsty army that glorified slaughter, but the Asura Domain's Night Watch Army!
Ye Xuankong, the Night Watch Army's god of slaughter, was an inescapable nightmare for the experts of every domain who set foot on the Myriad Heavens Battlefield.
Ye Xuankong had been sent into the Night Watch Army by the Asura Emperor when he was young, then followed the army into battle on the Myriad Heavens Battlefield. He had walked out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood one step at a time, ultimately becoming the commander of the Night Watch Army.
The souls of those slain by this young man could have buried an entire hell!
In ordinary times, he was gentle and refined, chatting and laughing with ease. But when he donned his battle robes, he revealed the face of an asura!
Wherever his blade pointed, bones piled into mountains and seas of blood stretched without end!
In fact, before Ning Xuanyuan appeared, everyone in the Ancient Eight Domains had believed that none but Ye Xuankong could become the next Asura Emperor. Although he had not been named Blood Scion, his prestige was such that no one in the Asura Domain even considered a second candidate.
Ye Xuankong fully deserved his place as the foremost person beneath the Asura Emperor!
Yet who could have imagined that the illustrious god of death, Ye Xuankong, would appear today in the Heavenly Wind Ancient Domain's Thousand Mysteries Secret Realm!
What had he come for? To protect Ning Xuanyuan's path!
At that moment, many people's gazes changed as they looked at Ning Xuanyuan. This unknown youth had not only risen to the position of Blood Scion, but had even brought Ye Xuankong here in person to protect his path! What had he done to deserve it?
Ning Xuanyuan, however, remained calm and unruffled. He seemed not at all surprised by Ye Xuankong's appearance, and even gave the impression that it was only natural.
"Ao Guang, you're an emperor-level expert, yet you personally attacked a junior. Don't you think that's beneath your dignity?" Ye Xuankong stood in the air, a smile on his face.
Even facing the Demon Dragon Emperor, Ye Xuankong remained composed, chatting and laughing with an exceptionally carefree air.
"Ye Xuankong, have you broken through to the Saint Realm?" The Demon Dragon Emperor, Ao Guang, undulated through the sky in his enormous dragon body, his scarlet eyes fixed on Ye Xuankong.
"Thank you for asking, Dragon Emperor. I only broke through a short while ago." Ye Xuankong smiled, but his gaze swept unobtrusively over Ning Xuanyuan behind him, and a faint, strange look crossed his face.
Ye Xuankong had remained at the peak of the Heaven and Earth Realm for years, unable to cross that threshold. Yet just a few days ago, with the help of the Heavenly Dao Fortune left in the Ancestral Land, he had finally shattered that barrier and stepped into the Saint Realm.
Even the Asura Emperor believed that Ye Xuankong's successful breakthrough had a great deal to do with the commotion Ning Xuanyuan had caused in the Ancestral Land.
The fortune of the Asura Emperors of generations past had taken form. Such a phenomenon was unprecedented throughout the ages.
"What is this boy to you?" The Demon Dragon Emperor's body undulated as his rumbling voice shook heaven and earth.
"My brother, and the Asura Domain's Asura Blood Scion, the next Asura Emperor," Ye Xuankong said with a faint smile.
"What?" The Demon Dragon Emperor's pupils contracted. He had been in seclusion all this time and knew nothing of the outside world. If he had not discovered that Ao Mo's life-bound spirit slip had shattered, he would not have emerged. "He's actually your Asura Domain's Blood Scion?"
The Demon Dragon Emperor's heart sank. Anyone else would have been easier to deal with, but the Asura Blood Scion represented the Asura Emperor. In terms of status alone, he stood above even Ye Xuankong.
Yet he was unwilling to give up just like that.
"Ye Xuankong, even if he is your Asura Domain's Blood Scion, my son died at his hands. You must give me an explanation!"
"He was just a little dragon prince. He's dead, so what? What's the big deal? You have so many sons; you won't miss this one." Ye Xuankong merely smiled and spoke without a care.
"Ye Xuankong!" The Demon Dragon Emperor's roar shook heaven and earth. Invisible sound waves swept outward, blasting the air apart in every direction and churning the billowing demonic clouds. "Do you really think I'm afraid of you? I don't care whether he's your Asura Domain's Blood Scion, but my son will not have died in vain!"
"And what do you intend to do about it?" The smile remained on Ye Xuankong's face, but his eyes turned cold. Boundless ferocity surfaced in his pupils, an utterly chilling sight.
"Ao Guang, the fact that I'm standing here talking to you is already giving you plenty of face. If you're dissatisfied, go ahead and make your move."
Ye Xuankong's voice was calm, without a ripple. Yet that very indifferent tone sent an uncontrollable chill rising from the depths of everyone's hearts.
Though those in the Saint Realm already stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, able to look down upon the vast majority of martial artists, they were still nothing before a Human Emperor expert.
When a Human Emperor grew angry, a million corpses fell and blood flowed in rivers. That was no joke.
Yet now, Ye Xuankong was threatening the Demon Dragon Emperor to his face while only in the Saint Realm! And somehow, everyone felt that it was only natural, nothing strange at all.
"Imposing!" Ning Xuanyuan, standing on the carriage, could not help but exclaim in praise. To dare threaten a Human Emperor while in the Saint Realm, Ye Xuankong was probably the only person to have done so throughout the ages.
Deathly silence fell over the entire scene. Not a sound could be heard.
The Demon Dragon Emperor's enormous body continued to writhe across the sky, whipping up fierce winds that howled through heaven and earth. His blood-red dragon eyes remained fixed on Ye Xuankong, the killing intent in them intense beyond description.
Ye Xuankong met Ao Guang's gaze. His long, narrow eyes flickered with a dark light, and against the gloom of this space, he looked like a vicious beast, making people shudder.
"Let's go."
Turning, Ye Xuankong took a single step and appeared directly on the carriage, paying the Demon Dragon Emperor no further attention. The nine golden demonic flood dragons immediately raised their heads and shrieked, then raced into the distance.
From beginning to end, the Demon Dragon Emperor made no move to stop them. But the savage killing intent in his eyes had reached its peak.
"Big brother, that was imposing!" On the carriage, Ning Xuanyuan gave Ye Xuankong, who stood beside him, a thumbs-up and praised him from the heart.
"You weren't bad yourself. Not only did you kill his son, but I didn't see you lose your head just now, either." Ye Xuankong smiled faintly, a touch of admiration appearing in his eyes. "Keeping calm in the face of a great crisis—that's the bearing of an emperor."
"Wasn't that because you were here?" Ning Xuanyuan pursed his lips. "That was the Demon Dragon Emperor. Big brother, you don't know this, but I almost pissed myself just now. Speaking of which, could you come a little earlier next time?"
Ye Xuankong: "..."