Chapter 2822: Bloodline Shows Its Power!

Ye Yuan didn't say much, but his contemptuous attitude was even more pronounced than Yang Qing's.

But on the Blood Clan side, no one dared to speak.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on Yan Meng and his two companions.

Only the Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons could deal with Ye Yuan.

"What bullshit Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons! You Blood Clan scum come up with a ranking and think you're invincible? Come on, come on, dare to fight with your Grandpa Yang? This time, we'll have a one-on-one duel!"

Seeing Ye Yuan's infinite swagger, Yang Qing was displeased.

He had originally planned to sweep through the Blood Clan, but Ye Yuan had stolen the spotlight, and he was feeling annoyed.

Yuan Zheng revealed a playful expression and said to Yan Meng, "Go play with them?"

Yan Meng nodded slightly and said, "This kind of thankless task can only fall to me."

Yuan Zheng laughed, "Who told you you're the weakest? Just fool around a bit. These types think that after killing a few pieces of trash, they can cross hands with the Hundred Sons. Let them see what the Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons really are!"

Yan Meng also smiled faintly, and his figure suddenly turned into a bloody rainbow as he charged at Yang Qing.

Before he even arrived, Yang Qing felt an endless blood aura locking onto him entirely.

The frivolity on Yang Qing's face vanished, replaced by a look of extreme gravity.

In his eyes, Yan Meng was like a primordial beast, more powerful than anyone he had ever seen!

Among those of the same rank, he had never encountered such a terrifying opponent.

Yang Qing held nothing back, pushing the laws of the spear and the laws of destruction to their peak.

This spear strike was his masterpiece!

Yan Meng held a blood-colored longsword and said disdainfully, "Not bad spear technique, you've grasped the essence. But compared to the Hundred Sons, it's too weak!"

In the blink of an eye, two overwhelmingly powerful forces collided.

Boom!

Yang Qing's body was violently sent flying.

Pfft!

Blood gushed from Yang Qing's mouth; after one blow, he had no strength left to fight.

Moreover, a stream of blood aura had drilled into his body, and he was already poisoned by blood contamination.

Yan Meng looked at Ye Yuan and said indifferently, "Trash like ants dares to contend with an eagle! Kid, you could have swaggered around and then slipped away. But since I've made a move, you'll stay here! No matter what schemes you have, before absolute power, they are all illusions!"

In his view, Ye Yuan was laughable.

Provoking the Hundred Sons meant being prepared to bear the wrath.

With one move defeating Yang Qing, the Blood Clan side was thoroughly stirred up.

"How could a lowly race like the humans be a match for the Blood Clan?"

"Lord Yan Meng is mighty! Let this kid know that the divine might of our Blood Clan cannot be violated!"

"Kid, weren't you just now very arrogant? Now, try being arrogant again!"

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Having been suppressed so harshly before, now that the Blood Clan army had an opportunity, how could they let it go?

They unleashed a torrent of mockery at Ye Yuan and Yang Qing.

Indeed, Yan Meng's displayed combat strength was too formidable.

Seeing this, Luo Chuan couldn't help but laugh, "This kid knew the Hundred Sons were in the army, yet he still dared to provoke. He probably doesn't know that the number of geniuses from various races who have died at Yan Meng's hands is no less than ten!"

Xue Ling laughed, "That fool Ming Yi tried to use a few geniuses to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Now, he's lost both his bait and his men! With the Hundred Sons here, even if this kid wants to run, he can't escape!"

The Blood Clan's current strategy was to stand firm like a mountain.

No matter what tricks you use, we will only hold the spatial passage.

But this turtle-like behavior also gave Ye Yuan and his group room to act recklessly.

However, Yan Meng's overwhelming combat prowess also opened everyone's eyes.

Yang Qing's strength could not be said to be weak.

But before Yan Meng, he was utterly vulnerable.

And Yan Meng was only ranked last among the three.

In the distant void, several figures were concealed.

Wei Liang, Dan Fei, and others were also watching the battle.

Ye Yuan willingly put himself in danger, and they naturally would not miss such an opportunity.

Once the Blood Clan's Emperor-level experts made a move, they would immediately seize the opportunity.

But unfortunately, the Blood Clan's Emperors were like turtles shrinking into their shells, completely unmoved.

At this moment, seeing Yang Qing defeated in one move and severely injured, Wei Liang couldn't help sneering, "I warned them long ago that the Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons were not to be trifled with, but they wouldn't listen! Hmph, now, they seem to be enjoying the feeling of being slapped in the face! But the price is their own lives!"

The others remained silent, including Dan Fei.

Indeed, they also had little faith in Ye Yuan.

They all knew Ye Yuan was strong, but the strength and reputation of the Saint Emperor's Hundred Sons were built through countless battles, not undeserved.

Each of these men was a candidate for the Emperor realm.

And the one who had acted now was only the weakest, Yan Meng.

Yan Meng looked at Ye Yuan as if looking at a dead man, and said calmly, "I know you cultivate the Dao Sword and are very formidable, having once slain Han Guang with a single strike. If you use that sword, you might still have a chance to fight! How about it, want to give it a try?"

He knew the Dao Sword was powerful, and of course he also knew it was Ye Yuan's last trump card.

Once used, he would have to die here.

Looking at Yan Meng, who was acting cool as the wind, Ye Yuan suddenly smiled and said, "If you only have this much strength, then dealing with you really doesn't require the Dao Sword! Are you sure you don't want to let the strongest one come out?"

Yan Meng said disdainfully, "Still trying to act cool before you die? I hadn't even used my full strength against that kid, and he fell. Now, let me show you my true power!"

With that, Yan Meng raised his blood-colored longsword, and terrifying blood energy dyed the sky red.

In this space, everything seemed to wither.

"Blood-colored Withering!"

Yan Meng struck with his sword, and this strike was several times stronger than the one against Yang Qing!

Everyone gasped in shock.

No one had expected that Yan Meng hadn't even used his full strength against Yang Qing!

The muscles on Ye Yuan's body began to wither rapidly.

This power was unlike the power of rules, yet it was terrifying.

And at that moment, Ye Yuan sneered, and the dragon might on his body soared into the sky!

That might directly pushed back the endless blood color.

Roar!

A faint cyan light emanated from Ye Yuan's body.

Dragon might, materialized!

As Ye Yuan's dragon might emerged, it directly suppressed the terrifying blood color.

Everyone's expression changed again!

So Ye Yuan's strongest was not the Qiankun Sword Formation!

With dragon might swirling around him, Ye Yuan looked at Yan Meng and said calmly, "Last time during the tribulation, my bloodline transformed. I haven't yet tested the true power of a War Soul-level bloodline. Today, I'll use you to test the waters! Nine Heavens... Dragon Transformation Fist!"

Ye Yuan shouted coldly and threw a punch directly, meeting Yan Meng's blood-colored longsword.

Boom!

The two terrifying forces collided instantly!

Then, Yan Meng was directly blasted apart, turning into a cloud of blood mist!

Such was the might of a War Soul-level bloodline!