The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 1390 - 1391: Tactical Defeat

Many around were shocked by Ye Mo’s astonishing move, starting with a soul attack. Wang Wei Wu’s soul cultivation was obviously stronger, so Ye Mo’s soul attack was utterly futile, depleting his Soul Sea and negatively affecting his martial cultivation.

"Humph, with only Soul Realm Third Layer cultivation, how could you harm me?"

Wang Wei Wu sneered, feeling the fiery lightning strike his Soul Sea without causing the slightest impact.

Wang Wei Wu’s soul cultivation had already reached Soul Realm Fourth Layer, so naturally, there was no need to worry about Ye Mo’s soul attack.

"Is that so?"

Ye Mo sneered, his eyes flickering again, as a dozen ethereal lightning fires instantly entered Wang Wei Wu’s mind.

"How is it possible? How can someone release over a dozen soul attacks at once?"

"It’s incredible. Usually, a Martial Artist can release one or two soul attacks before their Soul Sea depletes and needs time to recover, yet this Ye Mo released over a dozen consecutive soul attacks."

"Could it be that he is an Advanced Soul Body? Only an Advanced Soul Body could unleash so many soul attacks at once."

"It’s unfortunate, no matter how many he releases, Wang Wei Wu’s soul realm is clearly stronger."

Witnessing this scene, the disciples around started talking again.

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud!

The ethereal lightning fires burrowed into Wang Wei Wu’s mind, repeatedly striking his Soul Sea. Initially, Wang Wei Wu was indifferent, but when the seventh ethereal lightning fire hit his Soul Sea, it caused a slight tremor, albeit minor, but still significant.

His momentum gradually weakened.

"Now is the time!"

Detecting Wang Wei Wu’s weakening momentum, Ye Mo immediately brandished the Heavenly Snare Blood Spear, releasing a terrifying Blood Fiend Energy, suffusing the surroundings fearfully.

"Die!"

Ye Mo roared, releasing all his momentum, unleashing Two Hundred Million Tomb Dragon Force, infusing the Heavenly Snare Blood Spear, directly assassinating Wang Wei Wu.

A simple strike, plain but extraordinary, as it thrust toward Wang Wei Wu, the Dragon’s Chant Domain expanded with the spearhead as the center, enveloping him.

Wang Wei Wu’s freshly raised momentum was oppressed, turning frail under Ye Mo’s strike.

This scene was utterly unacceptable for him.

"Impossible!"

Wang Wei Wu roared; despite his formidable momentum, it was suppressed by the Dragon’s Chant Domain, unable to break free.

Mo Tian’s Unparalleled Move!

Ye Mo hesitated not an instant; this was the perfect strike. Ye Mo’s strategy was to influence Wang Wei Wu with soul attacks. Though Wang Wei Wu’s soul cultivation was Soul Realm Fourth Layer and Ye Mo’s was Soul Realm Third Layer, the Undying Life-and-Death Flame had strengthened Ye Mo’s spiritual attacks after swallowing the Black Bone Fiery Flame, released consecutively and unexpectedly, affecting Wang Wei Wu for sure.

"Thunder God’s Protection!"

Wang Wei Wu blocked with his hands, a massive thunder god shadow appearing before him, guarding him.

"To force Wang Wei Wu into using Thunder God’s Protection."

"Ye Mo’s strike relies on a sneak attack; if Wang Wei Wu blocks it, Ye Mo will surely die."

The crowd watched this scene, secretly shocked.

"Break!"

Ye Mo’s spear struck the thunder god shadow as if no obstruction existed, directly piercing through, hitting the Thunder God Armguard.

Boom!

A gigantic sound erupted, furious lightning almost swallowed the whole arena, obscuring everyone’s view, even their minds unable to penetrate, disturbed by the explosive aura.

All disciples around stepped back hundreds of meters.

Crack, crack, crack!

Lightning entwined everywhere in the battlefield.

The crowd fixated on the Life and Death Arena, unblinking, fearing missing anything.

Bang!

Another loud boom erupted, revealing a ragged figure flying backward, landing heavily on the ground, the armguards on his arms utterly shattered, looking like he had fainted.

"It’s Wang Wei Wu!"

The crowd narrowed their eyes at the fallen figure, seeming unprepared for such a result, and the Thunder God Armguard shattered in this collision.

"Let me go, release me!"

Suddenly, Wang Wei Wu’s voice echoed from the Life and Death Arena, the lightning dissipated, showing Ye Mo holding the Heavenly Snare Blood Spear in one hand and Wang Wei Wu’s Soul Body in the other.

"Release you? On the Life and Death Arena, life and death are determined by fate; even if I kill you, no one can hold me accountable."

Ye Mo sneered: "You instigated me first."

"You’re despicable, using soul attacks to sway me! If you dare, let me go, and we’ll duel again in three days. I will surely defeat you then."

Held by Ye Mo, Wang Wei Wu’s eyes were about to shed blood. If not for his Soul Sea being affected and diminishing his momentum, Ye Mo’s strike wouldn’t have harmed him.

"Three days later? Unfortunately, there is no three days later. You first colluded with the Puppet Taoist, slaughtering your fellow disciples, with the thirteen disciples Senior Sister Zang Lian brought being killed by the Puppet Taoist because of you. Later, I entered the Wraith Clan, and you accused me of being a spy from the Dead Soul Royal Family. If I were labeled a spy, Senior Sister Zang Lian would suffer as well, and you’d smoothly become top three on the Earth List?"

Ye Mo said indifferently: "A Martial Artist who truly wishes to grow strong relies on cunning tactics for how long? Whether three days later or three years, today you have lost to me. Even if I let you go, you’ll still lose to me."

"Die!"

Ye Mo spoke, his hand prepared to crush, but Wang Wei Wu’s Soul Body slipped away like a loach.

"What is this?"

Ye Mo frowned and heard a voice from the void: "When possible, show mercy; you have won against Wang Wei Wu today, why go to extreme measures? Wang Wei Wu is the Wraith Clan’s direct disciple, and in these trying times, I hope you spare him a path."

"And if he defeated me, would he spare me?"

Ye Mo chuckled coldly.

"The same goes for you; if you lost, even if I don’t act, Elder Mengxin would intervene. You are the Wraith Clan’s elite, the clan’s future strength relies on you."

The voice concluded, revealing a person atop a tall mountain, appearing scholarly, middle-aged, dressed in refined attire.

Seeing the middle-aged man, everyone knelt.

"Greetings, Vice Chieftain!"

All disciples and elders knelt respectfully, yet Ye Mo stared at the middle-aged man, unyielding.

But the Vice Chieftain seemed unprovoked by Ye Mo’s stance, smiling slightly, "Today is a rare Wraith Clan gathering, even Supreme Elders are present; I came curiously. The duel between the two disciples is indeed thrilling, and since everyone is gathered, I will announce something on behalf of the Clan Leader."