The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 1267: Chapter 1268: Hun Wuji’s Fury

"Strong!"

It must be said that the Artifact Spirit of the Suppression Celestial seal is indeed formidable. Feeling the light barrier form once again, and sensing no hostility towards him, Ye Mo relaxed.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two figures shot from afar and then stopped right in front of him.

The newcomers were naturally the duo of Mu Wanqing and Mo Bufan.

It must be said, if it weren’t for them arriving in time this time, his life would truly be at risk.

"How are the Seventh Prince and Eighth Prince?"

Ye Mo asked Mu Wanqing.

"Dead. What on earth happened? Their strength was at least at the level of opening the Space-time Gate five times, probably even six times, yet they were sealed in the dantian by you."

Mu Wanqing exclaimed in surprise.

Ye Mo recounted his experiences to the two, and they also displayed expressions of shock, completely surprised that Ye Mo managed to survive in such a perilous situation, as if they were in his place, it would have been a dead end.

Ye Mo not only sealed the dantian of the two but also severely injured one. This was notable, as all three were prodigies from the Wraith Land, each a formidable practitioner with numerous techniques, yet Ye Mo, significantly weaker in strength, managed to plot against them.

"Now that we’ve killed three of their princes, they will surely erupt in fury."

Having understood the current situation in the Blood Prison Battlefield, Mu Wanqing commented.

"Let them rage. We’ve slain three of their princes, which counts as a significant achievement, and we should earn considerable rewards. Let’s return to the camp to receive our honors."

Ye Mo suggested.

The three did not hesitate and returned to the camp. On the way, they saw Xiao Yue leading several leaders towards them. As Xiao Yue saw Ye Mo’s hand, she let out a sigh of relief.

Wraith Camp!

Bam!

Inside the Chief Commander’s tent, a desk was shattered to pieces. This table was exclusive for the Chief Commander, incredibly sturdy, even a Celestial Weapon could hardly cut it, yet with a single palm strike, countless sword lights began to cut around, slicing the table into fragments.

"I’m furious! Three princes died at the enemy’s hands, how could this happen? Their strength, even encountering a Half Honor practitioner, they could escape unharmed, and yet the three of them fell while acting together—absolute wastes and incompetents."

The Second Prince, Hun Wuji, was practically fuming, every pore spewing smoke, holding their Soul Tokens. The Soul Tokens shattered representing their downfall.

"Report!"

"Enter!"

A lean middle-aged man respectfully reported: "Hun Wuji Master, we’ve investigated clearly, it was done by Ye Mo. Reportedly, Ye Mo was taken by the Ninth Prince into his own little world, but when they came out, the Seventh and Eighth Princes were allegedly sealed in the dantian by a seal, completely powerless, while the Ninth Prince was gravely injured, ultimately killed by the Spirit Martial Camp’s experts."

"What? Ye Mo did this?"

Images of Ye Mo’s silhouette resurfaced in Hun Wuji’s mind. How did he manage to seal their dantian? Could it be Ye Mo possesses some secret?

"Yes, this incident has already spread among their camp, and our morale has plummeted completely. Some leaders are hiding in the camp, not daring to confront the enemy leaders."

The man reported.

Hun Wuji, too, did not expect the one he deemed as insignificant as a bug, Ye Mo, was such a dark horse. Regardless of his power, the opponent indeed cost him three Dead Soul Royal Family princes.

Plus, the Ninth Prince’s journey with Ye Mo into his realm, what transpired? When they emerged, two had their dantian sealed, one severely wounded.

It’s the unknown matters that are most terrifying, and Ye Mo, undeniably has numerous trump cards.

"Seems we need to eliminate that little brat named Ye Mo. He even managed to take away the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion."

After pondering for a while, Hun Wuji still felt Ye Mo posed the greatest threat to them.

"What movements are in the Spirit Martial Camp?"

Hun Wuji prompted.

"Reportedly, they have brought in several more experts, all transmitted through channels opened by Lingwu Continent experts."

The middle-aged man responded.

"Looks like Lingwu Continent has transported quite a few young martial artists over."

Hun Wuji settled down, rubbing his head: "Fourth and Third Elders are in seclusion, and as Chief Commander, I currently cannot act. Only Ao Zi, Sixth Brother, and Fifth Elder are available."

With Ao Zi’s power, clearly he is no longer a threat to the Spirit Martial Camp, but neither the Fifth Prince nor Sixth Prince are martial artists skilled in offense.

"That Ninth Prince, possessing such strong spatial talent, even equipped with Soul Clan’s Glory, could retreat unscathed against Divine Venerate Strong Practitioners, yet he died just like that."

Hun Wuji, reminded of this, grew angry once more; if only the Ninth Prince’s realm wasn’t slightly lower, even he might find it difficult to best him.

"Those three fools really thought they were invincible."

Suddenly, a tall, slender, white-clad man walked in, displaying a refined elegance, speaking with a gentle tone.

"Wen Chichi, stop kicking them when they’re down. The deaths of those three are of no concern; many aspire to become the Twelfth Prince, but they probably have taken the three Soul Devices."

Hun Wuji remarked.

"I’ll steal those three Soul Devices now!"

Wen Chichi declared.

"Oh? Finally, showing some interest?"

Hun Wuji replied with amusement.

"I’d love to meet Ye Mo, and steal his cultivation technique. And they say he has a stunning partner; I’ll steal her too."

Finishing, Wen Chichi slowly exited the tent.

"With Wen Chichi on the move, those Soul Devices should return safely."

Hun Wuji nodded, entirely unperturbed by Wen Chichi’s welfare.

Wen Chichi, the Fifth Prince, his strength reached the level to open the Six-Time Space Gate, and he cultivated the Divine Thief Technique—a mysterious cultivation technique enabling the theft of others’ techniques, treasures, even powers, keeping oneself at peak strength.

Moreover, martial artists proficient in Divine Thief Technique naturally excel in concealment, and Wen Chichi’s Soul Device is a treasure that conceals presence and aura. If only his attack wasn’t weak, he could have been a mighty assassin.

Wen Chichi relied on this tactic to become the Fifth Prince among the Twelfth Princes.

It’s noteworthy, at his strongest, while a noblewoman’s mind slipped, he stole her heart—not through open heart theft, but making her fall in love, completing a challenging cultivation technique.

When the Divine Thief Technique is mastered, outright anything can be stolen, coupled with a stealth Immortal Artifact, his ventures are practically unstoppable.