Chapter 2823: Defeating the Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons Again!

That mass of blood mist tried to condense again, but Ye Yuan threw another punch.

Boom!

The void trembled, and the blood mist was directly obliterated.

However, a single drop of essence blood was suppressed by Ye Yuan with a Dao sword and collected.

Yan Meng, who had been domineering and unmatched just moments ago, was completely slain by Ye Yuan in a single encounter.

The entire blood clan camp fell into a deathly silence.

Ye Yuan curled his lips and said indifferently, "Is this all the strength of the so-called Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons? I haven't even used all my strength yet!"

These words came from Ye Yuan's heart.

He had thought Yan Meng could withstand a few of his punches, but he didn't even last one.

Too weak!

From battle-spirit-level bloodline to battle-soul-level bloodline, it was a qualitative leap.

The power of Ye Yuan's dragon clan battle techniques had increased by dozens of times!

Moreover, Ye Yuan's bloodline power was simply the bane of the blood clan.

At least, at the same realm, Yan Meng was utterly unable to threaten him with blood energy.

"H-how... how could this be? The Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons couldn't even last a single round?"

"This guy actually has a battle-soul-level dragon clan bloodline! That's almost impossible in the Saint Emperor Heaven!"

"This guy is clearly a human, so why is his dragon clan bloodline so powerful?"

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From within the blood clan camp, voices of bewilderment arose.

The scene before them completely overturned their understanding.

In their imagination, even if Ye Yuan had some strength, he would at most fight fiercely with Yan Meng for dozens of rounds before losing.

Who could have imagined that Yan Meng wouldn't even last a single round?

This stark contrast brought them an overwhelmingly strong impact.

Even Blood Ling, the commander, was stunned for a long time.

In the hidden void, a group of emperor realm experts cast strange glances at Wei Liang.

Wei Liang's old face felt as if it had no place to rest.

Danfei Emperor Venerable was here, so he didn't even dare to retort.

Before his words had even fallen, Ye Yuan had already slain Yan Meng.

What a resounding slap in the face!

A flicker of surprise passed through Danfei Emperor Venerable's eyes, and he said, "I didn't expect this kid to have a battle-soul-level true spirit bloodline! It seems he gained a lot from the last seven-nine tribulation! The dragon clan bloodline, even among chaotic true spirit bloodlines, is the highest existence! Bloodline advancement is extremely difficult; I didn't think that in a mere Saint Emperor Heaven, he could reach this step! Zuo Chen, you've really found a treasure!"

Zuo Chen listened without speaking, but let out a soft sigh.

Everyone understood his meaning; he was lamenting Ye Yuan's identity as an inverse cultivator.

No matter how strong his strength, his achievements would ultimately be limited.

And the more powerful he was, the heavier the heavenly punishment he would face.

A good seedling, indeed.

But unfortunately, he was an inverse cultivator!

Taking Ye Yuan as his personal disciple was more to salvage the reputation of the Ultimate Medicine Sect.

And Ye Yuan, in turn, used his influence to secure his position as grand commander.

They were merely using each other.

As for the bond between master and disciple, there was none.

Of course, if Ye Yuan were not an inverse cultivator, Zuo Chen would definitely regard him differently.

A genius who could casually slay a member of the Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons would be highly sought after anywhere.

Only then would he truly have found a treasure.

"You two, if you don't dare to fight, then go back! Don't ever say things like 'the Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons are invincible under heaven' again; it's really embarrassing!" Ye Yuan shook his head, looking at Wushang and Yuanzheng in the distance.

That expression was too hurtful.

Wushang and Yuanzheng's faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The scene just now had indeed brought them a strong shock!

Who could have thought that the powerful Yan Meng would be so vulnerable?

Even someone as strong as Yuanzheng now felt uncertain.

The two stood in midair, neither leaving nor staying, extremely awkward.

Ye Yuan smiled and said, "I'll say it again: one-on-one, I'll take on all of you! If you think you're still not strong enough, feel free to add a few dozen more; I'll take them all on!"

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!

In the air, it was as if the sound of slapping faces echoed.

Ye Yuan quoted Yang Qing's words, domineering and unmatched.

He wasn't as cheeky as Yang Qing, but his words were equally domineering!

These words were built on an invincible momentum!

The blood clan's arrogant spirit was utterly crushed before Ye Yuan's absolute strength.

Now, they had no right to be proud at all!

Hadn't they seen that the remaining two of the Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons didn't even dare to respond?

Yang Qing clutched his chest, looking gloomy, and said, "Damn it, this guy stole the spotlight again! With his strength, he just stood by and did nothing! That damned bastard, one day I'll trample him underfoot and torment him back and forth!"

He lamented to find that the gap between himself and Ye Yuan was growing wider.

Yuanzheng's pupils contracted, and he said solemnly, "You don't need to provoke us. I don't believe that the two of us, Wushang and I, joining forces, can't defeat you!"

Ye Yuan felt a bit regretful inside, but still extended his pinky and beckoned at the two.

That expression was extremely contemptuous.

"Yuanzheng, don't act on impulse! This kid is trying to provoke you into action! The two of you, return to camp quickly and ignore these fellows!" Just as Yuanzheng was about to strike, Blood Ling said solemnly.

With these words, it was as if the blood clan had admitted defeat!

How proud were Yuanzheng and the others as members of the Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons?

If Blood Ling hadn't spoken, they might have hesitated, but now they were even more determined to fight.

"Hmph! The prestige of the Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons must not be defiled!"

Yuanzheng snorted coldly, stepped through the air, and directly offered a blood-colored bell, which he cast toward Ye Yuan.

At the same time, Wushang also transformed into a pool of blood water, wrapping around Ye Yuan.

As the blood-colored bell appeared, heaven and earth roared, and blood energy surged to the sky.

A second-grade Hongmeng supreme treasure!

Its power was far greater than Yan Meng's!

The two were not on the same level at all.

Moreover, Wushang's blood water seemed to emerge from the underworld.

The blood clan experts saw this and felt a tremor in their hearts, stirring up a glimmer of hope.

Faced with this earth-shattering momentum, Ye Yuan paid no attention and still used the Nine Heavens Dragon Transformation Fist!

His Nine Heavens Dragon Transformation Fist had already reached the third layer, with boundless power!

Now, with the Nine Heavens Dragon Transformation Fist, Ye Yuan could easily defeat experts at the lower True Emperor Heaven.

The might of the bloodline was no joke.

He threw both fists simultaneously, striking at the two respectively.

Boom!

The sound from the bell shook everyone's eardrums painfully.

Yuanzheng spat out a mouthful of blood mist and flew backward.

Wushang fared even worse than Yuanzheng.

His pool of blood water was directly blasted apart by Ye Yuan's punch.

Wushang revealed his form, his face deathly pale, clearly heavily injured.

With one punch, he defeated the Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons again!

Yuanzheng's face was extremely ugly, and he said solemnly, "His strength is probably close to that of the top fifty of the Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons! Even the two of us joining forces are no match!"