Although it was August, the cold wind howled.
Ye Yu donned a velvet coat, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes, his face grim and chilling.
"Boss Yu, are you going to the City of Slaughter?" Dai Mubai asked.
Ye Yu replied in a deep voice, "Before I go, I have to do something first — raze the Hundred Emperors City to the ground!"
Dai Mubai said, "Boss, should I send someone to help you?"
Ye Yu shook his head: "No need, you can go back. This Hundred Emperors City will be slaughtered by me alone!"
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing nodded. They knew the Hundred Emperors City; its top ten experts were already dead, leaving only the City Lord, a Soul Douluo. Although there were still a hundred Soul Emperors, in front of Ye Yu, they were just a hundred ants, posing no threat.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing left with peace of mind.
Ye Yu stepped away, while Xiao Chun and Xiao Xia ran over.
"Big brother, are you going to avenge Sister Qiulu?"
Ye Yu nodded: "Yes."
"Big brother, go for it! Kill all the bad guys!"
...
At this moment, in the largest city of the Hundred Emperors City.
The City Lord of the Hundred Emperors City, Li Gucheng, frowned: "What's going on, it's been so long, and they haven't returned. Whatever, I'll wait a bit longer."
Outside the gates of the Hundred Emperors City, Ye Yu, clad in a black velvet coat, walked up with a stern face, exuding a murderous aura!
"Who goes there?"
"Hmm? Ye Yu?!"
"Ah!!"
In an instant, the ten guards at the gate died tragically.
The guards above the city saw this and were shocked, quickly reporting back.
"Captain! It's bad!"
"Hmm? What's wrong, why are you so tense?"
"Captain, someone killed the guards at the gate and is coming in."
Hearing this, the captain froze, coldly saying, "Daring to kill people of the Hundred Emperors City, are they seeking death? How many are there?"
"One, it seems to be Ye Yu."
"Ye Yu? Hahaha, he's delivering himself right to us, then, prepare to kill!"
Boom boom boom...
Footsteps echoed, making the hearts of the people in this small city sink.
"He… he's coming…"
These people were mostly ordinary soldiers, with only a small portion being Soul Masters.
"Hmph, what's there to fear, he's just a Soul Emperor, and he's alone."
Ye Yu entered the city, facing a dense crowd of about a thousand people ahead.
"Everyone attack! He's just a Soul Emperor, many ants can bite an elephant!"
"Kill!!
A dense crowd charged with blades, but with a casual wave of Ye Yu's hand, they were flung away before they got close. Their bodies exploded mid-air, shattering into pieces, and upon landing, the corpses piled up, indistinguishable as to which head belonged to which body, or whose arm was whose.
This scene terrified the people behind, and with another wave, over a hundred perished!
Faced with these troops, mostly ordinary people, it was naturally a massacre in swathes.
Ye Yu advanced step by step, even the few Soul Masters, Grand Soul Masters, Soul Venerables, or Soul Sects could not approach, flung away like leaves by a storm with a wave of Ye Yu's Dragon Arm.
Ye Yu continued forward, taking under ten seconds to handle the thousand people in a small city.
The small city's lord, a Soul Emperor, beheld his domain overrun with corpses and piles of limbs, blood flowing like rivers, his face turning grisly.
"Ye Yu, are you looking for death? How dare you slaughter all my subordinates, damn it. However, if I kill you, I'll get a Soul Bone!"
The Soul Emperor displayed excitement, his six Soul Rings rhythmically pulsating in white, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black.
He directly employed his Sixth Soul Skill, swinging his Artifact Martial Soul, a hammer, with all his might toward Ye Yu. However, before getting close, Ye Yu struck him away with immense force seizing his body, causing it to explode, splattering blood, his limbs and head falling, mixed with a field of shattered corpses.
Ye Yu pressed on to the next city, unleashing another massacre. To avoid staining his velvet coat with blood, the enemies were blasted away before getting close.
Ye Yu's arrival at the Hundred Emperors City spread rapidly, leaving Li Gucheng dumbfounded.
"Hmm? Didn't they encounter Ye Yu? But why did Ye Yu come?"
He couldn't comprehend it and didn't dwell on it, instead, his eyes gleamed with excitement.
"He's courting death, then leave this boy's life to you, five minutes later, I want to see his head."
"Yes!"
Li Gucheng sneered coldly: "Even if you possess power surpassing your level, my Hundred Emperors City has a thousand troops in each small city, with a hundred of these being led by Soul Emperor City Lords. Ten cities' worth of forces can kill you."
Li Gucheng began eagerly anticipating Ye Yu's head being delivered.
Meanwhile, Ye Yu had already reached the tenth small city, as people from more than ten surrounding small cities swarmed over.
Ten thousand against one, they believed it was an overwhelming scenario, but instead, they were overwhelmed by Ye Yu.
Wave after wave charged, dying in swathes.
"Hurry up from the back, we can't hold him, he's nearing."
"It's terrifying! The rate of death is too fast! Reinforcements can't keep up with the rate of our troops dying."
"No one left in front, quicker from the back!"
...
With the troop force composed of 80% ordinary people and 20% Soul Masters charging, each aiming to personally kill Ye Yu, ordinary people couldn't absorb Soul Bones, but could attain fame and wealth, while Soul Masters would gain Soul Bones if they killed Ye Yu.
However, elation swiftly turned into terror. Swathes of people who charged were blasted away instantly, bodies exploding, blood raining down like a downpour.
Bodies piled up on the ground, blood forming rivers.
Ye Yu unleashed his Martial Soul, the fifth Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring glowed, a ghostly green poisonous mist wafted out.
Ye Yu passed through one small city after another without making a move, the poisonous mist enveloping his path caused all incoming troops to die, unable to escape, without having time to utter a scream, instantly turning to blood.
Five minutes elapsed, and Ye Yu had reached the last large city, while the previous hundred small cities echoed no other sounds, only the gushing sound of flowing water.
At the gate of the large city, a Soul Saint appeared, gazing at the front-filled city shrouded in ghostly green poisonous mist.
Seeing Ye Yu, unharmed and bloodless except for his shoes stained red, he frowned, "What happened? How did he get here, what are the people of the Hundred Cities doing, are they all unconscious because of this poisonous mist?"
Gush gush gush...
Suddenly, his expression drastically changed, as he saw a tidal wave of blood surge forth, leaving him stunned.
"Could it be… they all died?"
Ye Yu had already retracted his Martial Soul, and the Soul Saint looked at Ye Yu, asking in a deep voice, "How many of us have you killed?"
"The dead have no need to ask more." Ye Yu replied coldly.
"Hmph, reaching here indeed shows you're talented, is it because of this poisonous mist? However, I am the general-in-chief of the Hundred Emperors City, a level seventy-seven Soul Saint, unlike those petty ones."
He released his Martial Soul, an Artifact Martial Soul in the shape of a crescent moon black blade, surrounded by the rhythm of seven perfectly configured Soul Rings.
Ye Yu's left hand fully underwent Dragon Transformation, five External Soul Bones covering his body.
Seeing this, the Soul Saint was shocked, excited, and greedy.
"Five External Soul Bones, it's unbelievable, you truly are a son of luck, but your Soul Bones are mine…"
Suddenly, his face changed dramatically as Ye Yu's figure vanished, appearing in an instant.
His scythe hastily swung out to collide with Ye Yu's incoming Dragon Claw.
Boom!
With a deafening roar, his scythe was shockingly knocked away, the Dragon Claw pierced through his body, leaving five gigantic bloody holes on him.
"How… how could…"
He stared wide-eyed in horror, blood spewing from his mouth as he fell straight backward.
Ye Yu looked down in disdain: "You're no different than those petty ones."
"He… he's coming…"
"Hurry… retreat…"
"Even the general-in-chief is dead!"
...
The forces of the main city of the Hundred Emperors numbered 500, all were Soul Masters, yet upon seeing Ye Yu entering, they retreated in terror.
Upon hearing a loud noise, Li Gucheng rushed out to the front of the great hall. As the hall was situated at a height, he could see the entire Hundred Emperors City.
His pupils constricted instantly, shocked beyond measure, disbelief washing over him, his body quivering.
"This… this… is it… hell…"
The cold wind howled, dispersing the poisonous mist, revealing each city filled with corpses, not a single body intact, only dismembered limbs, some missing hands, others missing legs, some without heads.
Gush gush gush...
The sound of flowing like rivers echoed, survey the scene, it was rivers of blood!
Li Gucheng was left in a daze, as if this was not the Hundred Emperors City, but hell itself.
Gush gush gush...
The surging bloodline rushed into the city he was in, and at the same time, Ye Yu stepped in.
Step step step...
Ye Yu advanced step by step, walking atop the blood river, his shoes already dyed red with blood, as though he wore shoes of blood. Each step caused the blood to splatter slightly, creating expanding ripples of blood waves.
At this moment, this scene could be described with the following words:
In the tenth month, the cold wind howls across nine directions, draped in battle robes, August brings frost.
Treading a thousand waves with bloody steps for miles afar, with murderous intent, a hundred cities fall tragically!