The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 1345 - 1346: Unforgivable Crime

Ye Mo turned and saw Yang Zu appear behind him, the corner of his mouth slightly curved. The commotion he had just caused was precisely to lure out Yang Zu.

"Who are you? Why did you kill the Yang family clan’s genius alchemist?"

Contrary to his previous attitude, Yang Zu was now entirely filled with ferocity.

However, Ye Mo did not fear in the slightest, and slowly said, "Yang Qingshan provoked me on his own initiative. I spared him once, but now he publicly challenges me again and even orders your Yang family clan’s elder to kill me. Since he wants to kill me, I naturally have the right to kill him."

"Well, since he wants to kill me, I naturally have the right to kill him. I don’t care what your motives are, today you killed on my Yang family grounds and what you killed is our clan’s alchemist genius. Do you understand what he means for our Yang family clan?"

"The alchemy contest is to be held in five days. You killed Yang Qingshu. Our Yang family clan might be kicked out of the Three Great Families. Such consequences are not something you can bear."

Yang Zu said coldly.

"Ancestor, stop wasting words, kill him!"

Yang Xiao said.

"Ancestor, I beg you for leniency. This Ye Xiao is someone I invited. I saw his alchemy talents and invited him over, hoping he would be a dark horse. But I didn’t expect such a thing to happen."

Yang Rong said.

Alchemist talents?

As soon as Yang Rong spoke, everyone turned their gaze on Ye Mo. Even if Ye Mo’s alchemy talent exceeded Yang Qingshu’s, it was still difficult to escape death because Yang Qingshu’s grandfather is the Yang family’s Supreme Elder, second in strength only to Yang Zu.

However, Yang Qingshu’s grandfather, Yang Qinghai, is in seclusion, so he doesn’t know his genius grandson has been killed.

Otherwise, with his temperament, Ye Mo would have been dead long ago.

"Talents?"

Yang Zu frowned.

"Ancestor, ten days ago Ye Mo couldn’t even refine eighth-grade elixirs, but now, he can increase the success rate of refining ninth-grade elixirs to seventy percent."

Yang Rong said.

"What? Within ten days, from being unable to refine eighth-grade elixirs to increasing the success rate of ninth-grade elixirs to seventy percent."

Many showed astonishment; they were alchemists and knew how difficult the process was to advance from an eighth-order alchemist to a ninth-order alchemist. Yet, he took only ten days.

Even in ten months, they might not accomplish it.

Naturally, Ye Mo’s feat wasn’t due to unparalleled alchemy talents but because he had the Genius Badge and sufficient material support.

"Even so, with his current alchemy level, winning is still challenging; manufacturing ninth-grade elixirs is just the basic requirement."

Yang Zu stated.

"Ancestor, with Yang Qingshu dead, the alchemy contest is five days away. Why don’t we let Ye Xiao represent our Yang family clan, atone through merits, and decide after the contest ends?"

Yang Rong suggested.

"Yang Rong girl, the old man never thought these words would come from your mouth."

At that moment, an ancient voice rang out, as the old ancestor adorned in a floral robe emerged from a grand hall.

"It’s the Supreme Elder!"

Everyone’s pupils shrank.

Seeing Yang Qinghai’s appearance, Yang Zu frowned but remained silent.

"Yang Rong girl, this kid killed my grandson right in front of all these people from the Yang family and you still shield him, suggesting he redeems himself through deeds. Do you think someone from the rabble can win the top three spots in the alchemy contest?"

Yang Qinghai’s expression was chilling. Yang Qingshu lost his father at a young age, and Yang Qinghai had only this one grandson in the Yang family’s fortunes. Despite Yang Qingshu’s remarkable alchemy talents, rare even in Dan City, his only kin had been killed by Ye Mo.

"Elder, I!"

Yang Rong was unable to defend herself; it was indeed reckless for Ye Mo to kill Yang Qingshu on Yang family ground.

"Yang Zu, today this old man will have him killed, any objections?"

Yang Qinghai stepped forward, confronting Ye Mo, exerting tremendous power that enveloped Ye Mo, making escape nearly impossible.

"This boy killed Yang Qingshu. The crime is unforgivable; you may as well kill him!"

Yang Zu stepped back and said lightly.

Feeling the pressure of this aura, Ye Mo was secretly distressed; Yang Qinghai was a powerhouse with the Divine Venerable Five Souls, making escape quite difficult.

"Ye Xiao, you killed my grandson, now I will kill you. Do you have any last words?"

Yang Qinghai was unafraid of Ye Mo fleeing, believing none could escape his exerted field.

"Elder, you must not!"

Yang Rong rushed forward, saying, "You may be unaware of this man’s background, but I am well-informed. Not long ago, a major event transpired at the Great Desolation Tower, where a young man slaughtered over twenty Dead Soul Royal Family experts and crippled a direct disciple’s Dantian from the Wraith Clan. Despite this, he faced no repercussions from either family; this person is him!"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was surprised, especially Yang Xiao, who had a look of disbelief. He had discussed this rumor with Yang Rong, pondering the identity of this audacious youth who dared cripple a direct disciple’s Dantian from the Wraith Clan.

Even Yang Qinghai’s expression became solemn, but soon relaxed, saying, "Merely an arrogant boy. The Wraith Clan and Dead Soul Royal Family have continuous disputes, not caring about this lad. I’ll kill him and perhaps earn a favor from the Wraith Clan by handing over his body."

Yang Qinghai didn’t believe Ye Mo had any formidable backing figures.

"Honestly, you’re afraid to kill me."

Ye Mo said lightly.

"This Ye Xiao is fearless; he’s confronting our Yang family’s Supreme Elder, second in power only to the ancestor, and daring to claim the elder fears killing him."

"Even if the ancestor wished to save him, he’d still respect the Supreme Elder’s authority, more so since he killed Song Qingshu."

Everyone there felt Ye Mo was overly arrogant, saying such presumptuous words even now.

"Hmph!"

Yang Qinghai snorted, his robe fluttered as potent energy ascended, fiercely punching toward Ye Mo.

Yet, Ye Mo stood unmoved, suddenly producing an Amethyst Card in his hand. Yang Zu, standing behind Yang Qinghai, saw the Amethyst Card, his pupils contracted sharply, feeling as if his heart nearly halted.

"Stop!"

Yang Zu shouted loudly.