Chapter 2821: Provoking the Hundred Sons!

"Weak! Too weak! Are you blood clan members just full of hot air? With strength like this, you dare to challenge your Grandpa Yang? I said I'd beat you until you stop regenerating, and I will!"

Above the void, Yang Qing wielded his spear with wild abandon.

With each strike of his spear, Ba Hao inevitably spat blood.

Ba Hao, also a half-step True Emperor, was no match for Yang Qing.

The blood clan experts' faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Arrogance wasn't scary; what was scary was that you couldn't beat them even when they were arrogant!

Especially someone as glib as Yang Qing.

Though Yang Qing was cheeky, his strength was genuinely formidable.

Especially after following Ye Yuan and fighting fiercely against the sea clan, coupled with successfully undergoing tribulation, his strength now completely overwhelmed those of the same rank.

Ba Hao's strength was not weak.

He hadn't been boasting; he truly had few rivals among his peers.

But compared to Yang Qing now, he was far inferior.

Yang Qing hadn't been idle these days either; he had sparred with the experts of the Tianyi Alliance.

Undefeated!

"Hey, you guys, what are you standing around for? Your Grandpa Yang said he'd take on fifty of you alone, and he means it! Come on, all together, let your Grandpa Yang have some fun!" Yang Qing shouted arrogantly while suppressing Ba Hao.

Those several thousand-man commanders were nearly exploding with rage.

This guy was just too infuriating!

Those guarding the space passage were all elites of the blood clan.

Their combat strength was formidable.

But now, they were being suppressed by someone of the same rank!

They couldn't save face!

"Damn it, this is a race war, not a sparring match. Who the hell follows rules with them! Let's all go together and tear that guy's mouth apart!"

"Since you want to take on fifty of us alone, we'll grant your wish!"

"Foolish humans, you'll find that provoking the blood clan is the biggest mistake of your lives!"

...

Twelve thousand-man commanders emerged, all half-step True Emperors!

The combined strength of twelve was formidable.

Yang Qing was strong, but not that strong.

"Ye Yuan, are you just going to stand by? Damn it, are you trying to get me killed? They're not playing by the rules, so why are you still following them?" Yang Qing yelled.

Ye Yuan smiled and said, "Weren't you the one who wanted to take on fifty alone? Now there are only twelve; it wouldn't be right for me to step in!"

"I'll XXX, you always screw me over! Ahhh, I don't want to live anymore!" Yang Qing shrieked.

This guy was a real character.

But his ability to draw aggro was indeed strong.

Otherwise, Ye Yuan wouldn't have brought him along.

Drawing twelve half-step True Emperors at once was a big move!

Yang Qing kept shrieking, but he wouldn't be defeated anytime soon.

Ye Yuan's attention was on the blood clan camp.

With one glance, he spotted three figures.

Even among the army, those three stood out like cranes among chickens.

The blood clan experts around them looked at the three with a hint of fear and admiration.

This even included some True Emperors!

Ye Yuan instantly concluded that these three were among the Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons!

The Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons had extremely strong bloodlines, and entering the Emperor realm was almost a certainty.

Ye Yuan had also heard that the blood clan had a tradition of selecting the Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons.

Most of the current Dominance realm experts had emerged from the Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons.

This showed how powerful the Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons were!

As Ye Yuan looked at them, they looked back at him.

"That kid is strong," Yan Meng suddenly said.

Wu Shang disagreed, "Strong or not, what does it matter? He's just an inverse cultivator, a deviant path, utterly insignificant!"

Yuan Zheng smiled and said, "Don't underestimate that kid. I heard that when Luo Chuan was chasing him, he attracted a Seventy-Nine Dao Tribulation! He survived that tribulation; his combat strength might not be inferior to either of you."

At these words, Yan Meng and Wu Shang's faces darkened.

Among the three, Yuan Zheng ranked highest, at eighty-eighth.

Wu Shang ranked second, at ninety-third.

Yan Meng ranked last, at ninety-seventh!

The rankings of the Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons were earned through bloodshed, with no room for falsehood.

Eighty-eighth was definitely stronger than ninetieth.

There was no doubt about that.

Thus, Yuan Zheng indeed had the capital to look down on the other two.

Yan Meng was fine, but Wu Shang was furious: "Yuan Zheng, don't get cocky! Sooner or later, I'll knock you down!"

The Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons were all maniacs with extremely strong combat power.

Naturally, they wouldn't be content to be beneath others.

Thus, the rankings of the Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons often changed.

In fact, those below the top hundred were not to be underestimated either.

Yan Meng, ranked ninety-seventh, wasn't necessarily safe.

It was this mechanism that made the blood clan's combat power extremely formidable.

Coupled with their undying bodies, they had no rivals among their peers.

So, no matter how strong Ye Yuan was, these three didn't take him seriously.

Yuan Zheng didn't mind and smiled, "You? Hah, after this matter is settled, I plan to challenge Qi Lin."

At these words, Wu Shang and the others' expressions changed again!

Qi Lin was ranked eighty-fifth.

If Yuan Zheng succeeded in his challenge, his ranking would jump significantly!

Had this guy's strength already reached that level?

Just then, Ye Yuan suddenly extended his pinky finger and provocatively beckoned at the three.

The killing intent from the three instantly spread.

Yuan Zheng said with interest, "Interesting. This guy is provoking us."

With that, he shook his head slightly, looking unmoved.

The meaning was clear: you're not worth our effort!

Indeed, Yuan Zheng didn't take Ye Yuan seriously at all.

What was a Seventy-Nine Dao Tribulation?

Their combat power was on par with True Emperors!

Crossing a Seventy-Nine Dao Tribulation was a sure thing!

Ye Yuan was equally unperturbed and suddenly grinned.

Whoosh!

Hundreds of Divine Origin Swords instantly spread out and charged into the battle circle.

Puff puff puff!

His arrival was like a tiger among sheep.

Those who had been evenly matched with Yang Qing were annihilated by Ye Yuan in just a few exchanges!

Yes, not killed, but annihilated!

Of course, no one noticed that every time Ye Yuan killed someone, he used a Dao Sword to suppress a drop of essence blood.

His movements were extremely subtle, undetectable even by True Emperors.

Yang Qing watched in shock and exclaimed, "You bastard, you've gotten stronger again!"

The Seventy-Nine Dao Tribulation had greatly purified Ye Yuan.

With the power of the Dao Tribulation, his strength had indeed advanced further.

His Qiankun Sword Formation was even more powerful!

In less than a hundred breaths, the twelve were dead.

And Ye Yuan had collected twelve drops of essence blood.

His mission for this trip was complete.

Twelve half-step True Emperors, elites of the blood clan—these essence blood drops were far more precious than those he had collected before.

Then, Ye Yuan extended his pinky again and beckoned at the three, the provocation even stronger.