Chapter 232: Chapter 233: Ninefold Celestial Ladder

Ye Wushuang was filled with confusion.

"You’ll find out in a bit!"

The Dragon Cat tossed out the sentence, glancing to the side, its shifty eyes darting about restlessly.

Ye Wushuang didn’t know what kind of devious scheme this little creature was plotting, but the words "the Giant Spirit Race’s lair" made his eyes light up.

Giant Spirit True Blood!

This was one of Ye Wushuang’s reasons for coming to the Earth Palace!

As long as he found the Giant Spirit True Blood, Ye Wushuang could begin his Cultivation of the Giant Spirit Dao Skill and obtain the Giant Spirit Battle Body.

The thought of that terrifying battle body made Ye Wushuang’s heart burn with excitement.

RUMBLE!

Just as a great battle was about to erupt, a cloud of blood suddenly rose in the distant sky.

This blood cloud was woven from blood mist and black killing qi. However, because the blood mist was more prominent and overshadowed the black killing qi, it appeared dark red to onlookers.

The crimson cloud shrouded half the sky, spreading rapidly toward the grand plaza. Even from a great distance, one could feel a ghastly, chilling aura.

In a mere moment, the blood cloud reached the Giant Spirit Mountain Range and stopped before the grand plaza. Ghostly Killing Qi roiled within it as phantom-like figures darted about, letting out shrill cries even more grating than the cawing of crows, carrying a bone-chilling horror!

Instantly, both factions frowned and stared up at it.

Then, an ice-cold gaze shot out from within the blood cloud, sweeping across the grand plaza before finally landing on Ye Wushuang.

SWOOSH!

SWOOSH!

Suddenly, the blood cloud churned and shot out two streaks of bloody light, which rocketed toward Ye Wushuang like lightning.

The crowd watched with their Divine Sense, and only when the bloody lights were about to reach him could they see what they were.

Human heads!

Those two streaks of bloody light were two human heads!

When the blood cloud had first appeared, Ye W’ushuang’s brow had furrowed. Gazing at the flying heads, he recognized them.

Yut Tong!

Sunx Jiang!

They were the two who had trained alongside Ye Wushuang in the Land of Yin Spirit!

Seeing this, Ye Wushuang’s expression turned frigid, his eyes shrouded in frost.

He hadn’t known them for long, but he considered them his friends.

But now, unexpectedly, they were dead!

The crowd didn’t know who the two were, so they had no reaction.

Ye Wushuang, however, moved. He shot out a hand, forming a True Essence Palm to grab them.

But in that instant, two beams of bloody Sword Light also shot out from the blood cloud.

BANG!

BANG!

They landed on the two heads in a flash, causing them to explode. Ye Wushuang’s great palm grabbed nothing but air.

CRACK! CRACK!

The sound of Ye Wushuang’s fists clenching echoed. The person in the blood cloud had not only killed Yut Tong and Sunx Jiang, but had also desecrated their remains in front of everyone.

"Ye Wushuang, are you furious right now? The two of them died because of you!"

Suddenly, a hateful and venomous voice, hoarse and deep, emerged from the blood cloud.

But how could Ye Wushuang not recognize it?

Luu Yifei!

That voice was too similar to Liuu Yifei’s!

Ye Wushuang stared at the blood cloud, his gaze sharp and cold.

On the grand plaza, the others, not knowing the voice, all stared at the blood cloud and secretly put up their guards.

It wasn’t just the crowd; even many from the Celestial Sword Sect failed to recognize it. Liuu Yifei’s voice was too hoarse, like that of a ghost. Only those who were extremely familiar with him could make it out.

"Senior Brother Liuu!"

Some of the Celestial Sword Sect disciples called out a name.

"Ye Wushuang, you never expected this, did you? I’m not dead yet. But your time to die has come," Liuu Yifei said malevolently from within the blood cloud. As he spoke, the blood cloud roiled, emitting a terrifying killing intent.

"You can try!"

Ye Wushuang’s fist suddenly unclenched. He took a step forward, terrifying energy brewing in his palm.

’If he didn’t die the first time, I’ll just have to kill him a second time!’

’If twice isn’t enough, I’ll kill him a third time...’

With every step Ye Wushuang took, his killing intent grew stronger.

"In such a hurry to court death? But I won’t let you die so easily. I’ll kill everyone you care about, one by one, and make you suffer a fate worse than death. And only then will I kill you."

Luu Yifei said sinisterly.

"Then I’ll kill you first!"

A cold light erupted from Ye Wushuang’s eyes. Killing the people he cared about most—Luu Yifei was crossing Ye Wushuang’s bottom line!

RUMBLE!

Ye Wushuang took a step and ascended into the air.

But Ao Wuchang and a group of Celestial Sword Sect disciples shot up into the sky, blocking his path and watching him with cold indifference.

RUMBLE!

The moment Ao Wuchang and the others moved, Pann Wu abruptly turned his head and took a long stride over.

The eerie youth, the Illusion Race, Tang Yunxuan, and other neutral factions just watched without saying a word.

As for the two opposing sides, they grew warier.

DONG!

As Pann Wu’s body moved, the ancient toll of a bell suddenly exploded in the sky, echoing throughout the endless Giant Spirit Mountain Range.

"The Giant Spirit Palace opens, the Divine Communication Tower appears!"

A Vast voice echoed from all directions, converging in the ears of the crowd.

RUMBLE!

Above the grand plaza, the void tore open, revealing a terrifying black hole.

An ancient Heaven-Supporting Giant Hall emerged from it, descending toward the center of the grand plaza like an eclipse that blotted out the sun.

The crowd in the center of the plaza turned pale and hastily scattered in all directions.

RUMBLE!

The Heaven-Supporting Giant Hall stopped its descent, hovering in mid-air.

CREAK!

The gates of the Heaven-Supporting Giant Hall opened. A vortex appeared, from which a series of Celestial Ladders unfurled, stretching down to connect the grand plaza with the giant hall.

"The Giant Spirit Palace has appeared!"

Gazing at the palace that had appeared, everyone’s attention was drawn to it, temporarily halting the tense atmosphere.

BOOM!

At the same time, a beam of Divine Light shot out and enveloped Pann Wu, lifting his massive body and guiding him to the front of the palace.

"Great ancestors of the Giant Spirit, the Priest of the Giant Spirit Clan has returned! The Giant Spirit Clan will fight to the death for its rise. Please grant our clan your blessing!"

Pann Wu knelt piously on the ground, chanting an ancient incantation.

Immediately, rings of Divine Light flickered out from the giant hall, enveloping Pann Wu repeatedly before vanishing.

"Hehe, see kid? I wasn’t lying. This place is the big guy’s home turf," the Dragon Cat cackled, as if it knew everything.

"Ye Wushuang, I’ll spare your life for now. Savor the suffering I have in store for you." Liuu Yifei’s voice rang out as the blood cloud trembled and rushed toward the Ninefold Celestial Ladder.

"Let’s go too!"

Yang Dingtian, Wudao, and the others also spoke to the disciples beside them. Passing through the Giant Spirit Palace was the way to reach the Divine Communication Tower.

That was where the real opportunities were!

The crowd no longer lingered.

RUMBLE!

The blood cloud moved extremely fast, arriving before the Ninefold Celestial Ladder in the blink of an eye, preparing to charge up.

But at this moment, Pann Wu’s massive body stood up. His eyes, as large as bronze bells, glared at the blood cloud as he strode forward.

"Get out of the way!"

Luu Yifei shouted coldly from within the blood cloud.

"Hmph! Who the hell do you think you are? My clan’s Lord Priest has not yet gone first. What right do you have? Scram!"

Pann Wu roared angrily and slapped a palm downward, causing the void to crackle and explode!

That Power of Destruction was countless times greater than before!

Luu Yifei’s expression changed from within the blood cloud as he dodged at high speed. Nevertheless, the Power of Destruction still slammed into the blood cloud, partially dispersing it.

The rushing crowd also came to a screeching halt.

Seeing Pann Wu’s body guarding the Celestial Ladder, the strongest disciples, like Yang Dingtian, shouted coldly, "Pann Wu, the Giant Spirit Palace is the passage to the Divine Communication Tower. It belongs to everyone. Are you trying to stop us all?!"

Pann Wu said coldly, "I don’t wish to stop anyone. But you are not qualified to take the first step!"

’We’re not qualified?’

Hearing this, Yang Dingtian and the others laughed in fury. "We are the strongest disciples here. Who could possibly be more qualified than us?"

But Pann Wu didn’t answer. He ignored them; in his eyes, these so-called "strongest disciples" were nothing.

He turned his head to look at Ye Wushuang, bowed, and called out, "Lord Priest, after you!"

Lord Priest, after you!

The crowd followed the voice with their eyes, and a figure in white entered their vision—Ye Wushuang!