Every layer of the heavens fell silent. The Blood Emperor's reputation was terrifyingly great. He had once been the most bloodthirsty devil of all, slaughtering untold living beings on his path to attaining the Dao and climbing to the pinnacle over blood and bones.
They said a general's triumph was built on ten thousand withered bones. Behind every powerful figure's rise lay countless corpses, without exception. None of them were flowers sheltered in a greenhouse; all had killed their way to the top.
Yet in this regard, Di Ruyu dwarfed them all, like a great sorcerer beside lesser ones. The living beings he had slaughtered were beyond counting. Far too many universes, worlds, and even timelines had been destroyed at his hands.
The title Blood Emperor had truly been earned through slaughter!
For a group of powerful figures whose hands were drenched in blood to unanimously call him the Blood Emperor showed just how much blood stained Di Ruyu's hands.
With someone like him appearing, could the situation still be controlled?
After Di Ruyu appeared, almost everyone believed this matter could no longer end peacefully!
Judging by his rumored temperament, Di Ruyu would probably make no compromises whatsoever. He was the Blood Emperor. Who could make him compromise?
But...
Everyone felt torn. The other party was Dao Wushuang, someone whose true background even their ancestors were reluctant to discuss. What sparks would fly when these two collided?
"Heh, our clan's Imperial Ancestor is here. Go on, keep acting arrogant! Who in the world is a match for him?"
Mo Wuqie sneered. "Even if that dog, the Undefeated Immortal Venerable, came back to life, he would still be a defeated foe. He only took the position of Number One Under Heaven because the Imperial Ancestor didn't want it!"
Dao Wushuang looked