The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 1329 - 1330: Slaughtering All

"Ye Mo, you don’t need to fear him. Their strength isn’t as formidable as you believe, and I will also lend a hand to assist you."

Wangchen retracted all the treasures and immediately flew over, appearing in front of Ye Mo.

"Hmph, your little game was indeed quite entertaining, but you shouldn’t have involved us in it."

Ye Mo gazed at Wangchen, silently thinking to himself, "The people of the Dead Soul Royal Family must be killed, and as for you, you also have a price to pay."

"Wangchen, do you really think those idiots behind you dare to make a move against me?"

Ao Xuanmu spoke with a mocking tone, a powerful aura emanating from his body. The terrifying Wraith Energy spread out, almost suppressing the entire scene, causing the gathered strong figures to feel a shudder in their hearts.

Divine Venerable Four Souls!

"Ao Xuanmu, you keep calling us idiots. Even if I kill you all here, what of it?"

Ye Mo slowly advanced, saying, "Since I’ve promised my employer to maintain order here, if you don’t leave, don’t blame us for being impolite."

Ye Mo casually tossed his hair, exuding an unrestrained aura, pulling out the Heavenly Snare Blood Spear.

"If I say you’re a waste, then you’re a waste!"

Ao Xuanmu snapped his fingers, and immediately a sinister green flame soared into the air.

This green flame was a demon flame he had discovered in an ancient ruin, each wisp containing countless demonic wills. With just a slight movement, it could annihilate enemies; any powerful opponent caught by this demon flame would meet a dire end.

The demon flame manifested a fox-like form in the air, then Ao Xuanmu grasped it once more, forming it into a mass of verdant demon fireball, hurling it fiercely towards Ye Mo.

"Five Elements Immortal Futu Palm!"

A massive Buddha statue’s silhouette appeared, and with a sweeping palm, Ye Mo shattered the demon fireball into pieces. Even Ao Xuanmu was forced to retreat a few steps mid-air.

With just one move, Ye Mo had repelled Ao Xuanmu of the Dead Soul Royal Family.

The direct disciple of the Dead Soul Royal Family fell short before Ye Mo.

"What kind of martial pursuit is this? I’ve never seen it before. It’s so powerful."

"Indeed, it seems the Dead Soul Royal Family underestimated this one, not even able to beat the leader of a hired escort team."

The martial artists from the auction below sighed, watching the scene unfold in the sky.

"Always calling me a waste, now you’ve lost to me in a single move. Are you slapping your own face?"

Ye Mo mocked, "Why don’t all of you come at me then? I’ll show you who’s the real waste here and now."

Ye Mo fully unleashed the arrogance of a Lingwu genius, considering the disciples of the Dead Soul Royal Family as true wastes.

"Who is this Ye Mo kid exactly? He dares to challenge the Dead Soul Royal Family, but seeing them humbled is quite satisfying."

"This Ye Mo is the true genius."

All the martial artists with bidding paddles had a gleam in their eyes. Among them, some possessed the power of Divine Venerable Four Souls, yet they admitted they couldn’t withstand even a single strike from Ao Xuanmu.

"Ye Mo’s strength is surprisingly formidable."

Xiong Qing watched the scene, his face overcast, "However, daring to provoke the Dead Soul Royal Family, no matter how powerful, will end in a tragic fate."

The name of the Dead Soul Royal Family alone could instill fear, especially the Twelve Princes, each an unmatched genius.

Offending the Dead Soul Royal Family was more terrifying than offending death itself.

"Haha, Ao Xuanmu, I told you not to get too cocky. You are the strongest among them, yet you couldn’t defeat Ye Mo. Let’s see how your group exits this auction venue."

Wangchen hadn’t expected Ye Mo to be so formidable. He let out a hearty laugh, instantly summoning a longsword, saying, "Let’s go, destroy all of the Dead Soul Royal Family here."

"Charge!"

Boom!

In an instant, the Wraith Energy went berserk, and the void began to thicken. Two groups clashed fiercely.

"Hmph, let’s kill these Dead Soul Royal Family members before dealing with Wangchen."

Ye Mo thought to himself, his Blood Fiend Spear swinging continuously, each thrust carrying the power of the Dragon’s Chant Domain. No Divine Venerable Three Souls expert could withstand his strikes.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

With a single strike, four elite disciples of the Dead Soul Royal Family exploded into misty blood, chunks flying through the air, then reformed. Ye Mo reached out with a big hand, seizing spirits that directly turned into soul origins.

"Damn it, who exactly is this Ye Mo? With his strength, he would hold a high status even among our Dead Soul Royal Family, potentially becoming a prince-like figure. Why would he settle for being a mere guard here?"

Watching one after another of his companions being killed by Ye Mo, his expression grew increasingly grim. This Ye Mo likely possessed the power of a Divine Venerable Four Souls, comparable to a mid-stage Divine Venerate expert.

Conversely, the grin on Wangchen’s face widened. Ye Mo’s formidable strength was undeniable. Once they defeated Ao Xuanmu, he intended to bring Ye Mo under his command, bolstering his status in the Wraith Clan.

"Ao Xuanmu, this battle today is mine to win."

Wangchen exclaimed, as a powerful gust surged from his body, forming a massive claw behind him. Taking advantage of Ao Xuanmu’s distraction, he struck his back, sending him flying.

The other elite members of the Dead Soul Royal Family were engaged in a fierce battle with Ye Mo’s escort team, suffering heavy casualties. Ye Mo’s side had lost seven experts, but Ao Xuanmu’s side was left with only one Divine Venerable Three Souls expert, besides Ao Xuanmu.

"Master Ao Xuanmu, you must leave now. I’ll hold them off!"

The Divine Venerable Three Souls expert waved forcefully, unleashing a powerful gust that blurred everyone’s vision. Wangchen moved swiftly, breaking through the layers of force and piercing through the Divine Venerable Three Souls’ chest.

He swung his sleeve suddenly, the space brightening once more, but Ao Xuanmu had already vanished.

"Letting him escape! Killing a direct disciple of the Dead Soul Royal Family would have earned me lavish rewards."

Wangchen grabbed the spirit body of the Divine Venerable Three Souls, storing it inside a ring.

"You can barely protect yourself, yet you still dream of rewards?"

At this moment, Ye Mo suddenly voiced, causing the crowd to pause. Does this Ye Mo intend to kill Wangchen? His audacity is too great.