The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 1396 - 1397: The 15 of Us

As soon as Ye Mo entered the passage, he felt a powerful swallowing force from all directions, pulling at his flesh, as if trying to tear his body apart.

"Is this the swallowing force? No wonder it can even devour light. I fear that ordinary strong individuals, without any defensive measures, would be completely dismembered, leaving nothing behind to swallow."

Ye Mo was secretly shocked and then activated the Rising Dragon Pillar, which emitted a swallowing force to counteract the force of the passage. Moreover, Ye Mo intentionally reduced the swallowing force of the Rising Dragon Pillar to maintain a certain balance between the two.

This scene shocked the three people immediately. Resisting the swallowing force of the dark passage with physical strength was absolutely incredible. If someone didn’t know Ye Mo, they would definitely be shocked to death.

Walking along the dark passage, the sight remained pitch black, seemingly without an end. The four were not in a hurry, slowly advancing while staying alert of their surroundings. Moments later, they finally emerged from the dark passage into the Myriad Demon Realm.

Just as the four of them entered the Myriad Demon Realm, about an hour later, figures began to appear from afar, landing directly at the entrance of the Myriad Demon Realm.

A total of fifteen people arrived, each with a Dead Soul Royal Family token at their waist. The leading man would have surprised Ye Mo if he were here, because he was Ao Zi, the only surviving Ninth Prince among the ten princes in the Vanquishing Martial Realm and the son of Ao Cangwu.

The other fourteen were all at the Divine Venerable Six Souls level, each exuding a powerful aura, yet stood respectfully behind Ao Zi, acknowledging him as their leader.

They were all core disciples of the Wraith Clan, possessing formidable strength, far surpassing Ao Zi in every respect. However, they dared not overlook him in the slightest.

Because Ao Zi was the special son of Ao Cangwu and was likely to become the future Clan Leader of the Dead Soul Royal Family.

Ao Zi had brought a large number of core disciples here to kill the Lord of Myriad Demons and obtain the demon core and Myriad Demon’s Fire from the Lord of Myriad Demons. He planned to present them to Ao Cangwu during his birthday celebration to win his favor.

Despite being the special son of Ao Cangwu, Ao Zi’s talents were mediocre. To succeed his father as the next Clan Leader, he had to gain Ao Cangwu’s high regard.

Due to an incident in the Vanquishing Martial Realm, Ao Zi had lost the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion, infuriating Ao Cangwu. However, with Ao Zi as his only son, Ao Cangwu had no option but to temporarily put him under confinement.

"Here is the entrance to the Myriad Demon Realm!"

Ao Zi narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the dark passage. This journey to the Myriad Demon Realm was the most dangerous task he had ever undertaken. However, the dozen or so disciples behind him were all talented and elders within the clan.

A woman named Feng Yin examined the passage ahead and looked toward Ao Zi, saying, "Young master, this is a rare opportunity. The Lord of Myriad Demons has reached the bottleneck of Divine Venerate Seven Souls and is about to break through to Divine Venerate Eight Souls. If we act strategically, we can strike when he is most vulnerable during his tribulation. Together, we can surely kill the Lord of Myriad Demons and acquire the Myriad Demon’s Fire, ranked second on the Soul Fire Leaderboard."

"If he successfully advances, what should we do?"

Ao Zi couldn’t help but frown, for if he reached the Divine Soul Eight Souls, their group would be insignificant in comparison to the Lord of Myriad Demons.

"Young master, he cannot succeed in advancing. With Senior Brother Ao Yuntian here, and with our coordinated efforts, we can surely defeat him."

As Feng Yin spoke, a handsome young man standing beside her smirked slightly. The Ao Yuntian mentioned by Feng Yin referred to him. His Martial Dao Realm was the Sixth Soul of Divine Soul, and his true combat ability was nearly equal to an ordinary Divine Venerate Seven Souls. Facing the weakened Lord of Myriad Demons during his tribulation, he had full confidence in his ability to kill him.

"Young master, all of us here are taking great risks to accompany you to the Myriad Demon Realm to help you acquire the Myriad Demon’s Fire. In the future, when you ascend to the position of Clan Leader, don’t forget about us, your brothers who risked our lives for you."

One of the disciples gave Ao Zi a reminder. Although their strength wasn’t as high as the Twelfth Prince, they had been eliminated from the prince competition, and some of them even met the prince’s standard but were unlucky not to advance.

They hoped to stake their future on Ao Zi and assist him as much as possible. The higher his achievements, the more likely he would become the next Clan Leader. By then, they, the veterans, would naturally be credited with the highest merit.

"Rest assured, all of you who have followed me—once I become the Clan Leader, you will be the Supreme Elders of the Dead Soul Royal Family."

Ao Zi spoke confidently, envisioning himself ascending to the position of the Clan Leader.

"Young master, who was it that caused you to lose the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion? Are there such remarkable talents in the Lingwu Continent?"

Feng Yin couldn’t help but ask, curious about the ten individuals who took the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion. Although the ten princes chosen for the Vanquishing Martial Realm did not reach the Divine Venerate Realm, each was extraordinarily gifted and challenging, even difficult for those at the Divine Venerate Realm to handle. If they advanced to the Divine Venerate, each would be a formidable presence.

Such individuals were killed one by one by martial artists who had not reached the Divine Venerate, nearly all dying at the hands of the same person.

"His name is Ye Mo, the dual champion of symbol and martial arts in the Lingwu Continent. At a young age, he even killed Hun Wuji, making him a significant enemy of our Dead Soul Royal Family. Fortunately, he has yet to fully develop; otherwise, in a few centuries, he could become an immensely powerful figure."

Thinking of the battle between Ye Mo and Hun Wuji, Ao Zi still felt a shiver. Such individuals were truly terrifying.

"Is there really such a formidable person? I saw those three exchange students; besides that Ye Mo, the other two were inconsequential, even though Ye Mo had great talents, his strength was admittedly weak compared to Xue Wudi. Currently, Xue Wudi has reached the Wheel of Reincarnation Fifth Revolution, with combat power rivaling an ordinary Divine Venerate Seven Souls."

One of the disciples said.

"Ye Mo was merely born in the wrong era. They say troubled times produce heroes; had he been born a few centuries earlier, he would have caught the tide of this great era. Unfortunately, it’s too late now. Soon, the Wraith Clan will be extinguished by our Dead Soul Royal Family."

Recalling the words Ao Cangwu had once said, Ao Zi couldn’t help but repeat them.

"What? Though the Wraith Clan is weaker than us, it won’t be easy for us to annihilate them, will it?"

Ao Yuntian said calmly.

"Just wait and see. My father will soon regain his strength, and by then, he will activate a piece of strategy that’s been set up for tens of thousands of years. This piece will deliver a fatal blow to the Wraith Clan. As for what this piece is, I don’t know."

As Ao Zi spoke, he activated his Defensive Immortal Artifact, enveloping himself entirely, and then entered into the dark passage.

Everyone was left a bit confused, but the Soul Master’s thoughts were unfathomable to them. Putting aside all notions, they each activated their Defensive Immortal Artifacts and entered the dark passage one by one.