The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 1252: Chapter 1253: Morale Soars

Ye Mo, merely using the Tomb Dragon Power, could at most hold his ground against masters who have opened the Space-time Gate once. Only by adding the Dragon Pattern Domain, Blood Fiend Spear, and Peerless Motian could he defeat those who had opened the Space-time Gate three times.

Yet, this Eleventh Prince had strength that surpassed the level of opening the Space-time Gate three times.

"Ten Great Soul Tools!"

Ye Mo was shocked.

These Ten Great Soul Tools, like the Seven Great Evil Weapons, were incredibly powerful existences on their respective continents.

"Ye Mo!"

Xiao Yue saw this scene and immediately flew into a rage.

In an instant, a massive ring of light began to expand from Xiao Yue’s center. The Eleventh Prince, who was previously arrogant and smug, suddenly felt an extreme sickness within, overwhelmed by feelings of weakness, his face changed color: "What kind of martial pursuit is this?"

Under the dual effects of the Dragon Pattern Domain and the Six Paths Halo, the Eleventh Prince couldn’t move at all.

Seeing this, Ye Mo surged forward, instantly unleashing Peerless Motian, aiming a thrust at the Eleventh Prince’s head.

"Tenth Prince, save me!"

The Eleventh Prince’s face was filled with fear, unable to move, finally abandoning his last shred of pride, screaming shrilly across the sky.

Hearing the Eleventh Prince’s piercing cries, Ye Mo’s heart trembled, never imagining that the Tenth Prince was still hiding nearby.

However, Ye Mo did not hesitate, seizing the opportunity, thrusting his spear fiercely.

"You’ve truly embarrassed our Dead Soul Royal Family, unable to handle even a kid."

Just as Ye Mo’s spear was about to pierce the Eleventh Prince’s forehead, a purple halo appeared in front of the Eleventh Prince, forming a crystal barrier.

"Hmph!"

Ye Mo snorted coldly, releasing his full Tomb Dragon Power, the magic weapon red tassle spear piercing through the barrier instantly, bursting the Eleventh Prince’s head.

Soon, a large amount of soul origin floated out from his body, and two Immortal Artifacts dropped from his body, one being the black sword, the other the Demon Blood Wings.

"How dare you!"

Witnessing his method being undone by Ye Mo, who even killed the Eleventh Prince, a thunderous voice echoed through the space, and a huge crack appeared in the void, out of which a purple figure emerged.

With his appearance, the entire space instantly intertwined into countless purple threads, forming an enormous web in the sky, where the figure landed on the purple web.

"Could you be the genius transferred from Lingwu Continent? It’s said that you passed two tests of the Intermediate Dream Entering Stone in 38 seconds, truly terrifying speed, only three seconds slower than our Eldest Prince."

The purple figure, with a slight look of anger.

Ye Mo remained silent, his gaze fixed on the figure. The man had a light purple skin, dressed in purple robes, with a sinister appearance, and Ye Mo sensed an inscrutable aura.

Instinctively, he felt that the so-called Tenth Prince was very strong, far surpassing the Eleventh Prince by more than a notch.

The Second Temporal-Spatial Gateway was opened, as deduced by Ye Mo using the Eye of the Divine Beast; his aura matched those who opened the Fourth Space-Time Gate, and it was very likely that he owned one of the Ten Great Soul Tools. Any Fourth Space-Time Gate opener would be no match against him.

"Are you the Tenth Prince?"

Ye Mo asked calmly.

"This king is the Tenth Prince, Ao Zi. Since the eleventh brat lost face for our Dead Soul Clan, he deserves to die. But your daring to ignore my words is truly bold."

Ao Zi said coldly.

"And what are you?"

Ye Mo sneered coldly, sweeping his hand to grab the Demon Blood Wings, only to see Ao Zi flick a finger, causing the big web to shrink, covering Ye Mo.

Seeing this, Ye Mo stabbed the Blood Fiend Spear into the purple web, but it was so elastic, he couldn’t break it, and was instantly trapped by the purple web.

Seeing this, Ye Xiao wielded the Six Daos Reincarnation Scepter, smashing down in an attempt to rescue Ye Mo, but the web remained impenetrable.

"In front of me, your tricks are useless."

Ao Zi said indifferent-faced, swinging his arm again, retrieving the Demon Blood Wings, and said, "Logically, my appearance violates the rules, but the Demon Blood Wings belong to our Wraith Land; they can’t fall into the hands of you ants. As for your lives, I’ll claim them tomorrow."

In battles between camps, other leaders cannot intervene.

After speaking, the Tenth Prince retracted the purple web and disappeared into the void.

"That guy’s strong, much stronger than the Eleventh Prince, and even the Eleventh Prince I wasn’t guaranteed to defeat one-on-one."

The Eleventh Prince had only opened a single Space-time Gate, but his soul origin was much stronger, and Ye Mo wasn’t confident of beating him in a solo fight. As for the Tenth Prince Ao Zi, he was overwhelmingly powerful, easily restraining Ye Mo with a simple web.

However, as the Eleventh Prince was now dead, the battle could be considered won.

Ye Mo and Xiao Yue did not delay, swiftly returning to the battlefield.

"Your general is dead."

Xiao Yue said coldly to the ongoing group battle.

Suddenly, the soldiers of the Wraith Camp fell into panic, just about to flee, when Ye Mo’s Dragon’s Chant Domain unfolded again, greatly reducing their speed.

Moments later, the Wraith Camp’s entire army was eradicated.

In this battle, Ye Mo’s side overwhelmed the enemy, killed the Eleventh Prince, and seized over fifty Immortal Artifacts and fifty top-grade Celestial Weapons.

"Haha, what a victory!"

Li Murong laughed in the camp, flanked by leaders with diverse expressions.

"Ye Mo, your crushing defeat of the Wraith Camp has boosted our morale, and slaying the Eleventh Prince of the Wraith Land is truly satisfying."

Sitting on one side, Ye Mo smiled and said, "In this battle, the enemy was too complacent, not even appearing a deputy, and killing their Eleventh Prince will surely unsettle their ranks."

Ye Mo didn’t mention the Tenth Prince’s appearance, for if they knew he was easily captured, morale would surely plummet, but fortunately, not many knew of that encounter.

"Haha, the more the enemy underestimates us, the better."

Li Murong said, gesturing with a single hand for a book that flew towards him, landing before him.

"Ye Mo, this is the Book of Soldiers. According to camp rules, killing a leader grants you a Book of Soldiers."

Li Murong said.

Ye Mo gazed upon the Book of Soldiers, his mind infiltrating it, sensing it contained spirits of ancient masters and even the essence-energy-spirit of ancient masters.

"Thank you, Marshal!"

Ye Mo cupped his hands.

"Having slain the Eleventh Prince, the enemy camp will surely be infuriated and likely issue a direct challenge to Ye Mo."

One leader remarked.

"Report!"

Suddenly, an urgent voice arrived, as a figure dashed into the tent, saying, "Report to the Chief Commander, the enemy camp has explicitly named Ye Mo for a challenge, at noon tomorrow, a decisive battle in the Abyss of Dead Spirits."