The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 1409 - 1410: Escape, Escape, Escape

"Yes. My Demon Clan is weak and isolated. If we can receive the protection of the Dead Soul Royal Family, that would naturally be the best outcome."

The Lord of Myriad Demons said indifferently.

"No problem. With a powerhouse like you helping my Dead Soul Royal Family, I’m sure our clan will rise to an even higher level, wipe out the Wraith Clan as soon as possible, unify the entire Wraith Land, and even bring the whole Lingwu Continent under our rule."

Ao Zi said with a smile.

"Young clan master, there are still a few Wraith Clan people over there."

One of the Disciples reminded him.

Ao Zi’s expression stiffened. Remembering what had happened inside the Kun Fa Bilei, he immediately turned around and looked at Ye Mo and the other three, his gaze especially on Ye Mo’s face, filled with boundless killing intent.

"As for those four from the Wraith Clan, this King will not make a move."

The Lord of Myriad Demons said. Characters of that level weren’t worth him acting personally.

"These four small fry aren’t worth troubling you. Once I kill them, I’ll take you to the Dead Soul Royal Family."

Ao Zi spoke as he waved his big hand. Fourteen Divine Venerable Six Souls Disciples instantly surrounded the four of them.

Zang Lian’s face immediately turned ugly. She had originally thought that, staking her life, she could obtain the Myriad Demon’s Fire. Now, not only could she not get the Myriad Demon’s Fire, the Lord of Myriad Demons was about to throw in with the Dead Soul Royal Family. Killing him would be even harder.

Moreover, the four of them were trapped by the Dead Soul Royal Family’s Disciples, and behind them the Lord of Myriad Demons was watching the show. The chance of stealing it became even smaller.

"Lord of Myriad Demons, we are Core Disciples of the Wraith Clan. If you kill us, aren’t you afraid of my Wraith Clan’s retaliation?"

Zang Lian said.

"You’re nothing more than Core Disciples. We’ve killed more Core Disciples than we can count. So what if we add a few more? Do you really think you can be compared with the young clan master?"

Ao Yuntian laughed lightly. "The Lord of Myriad Demons is cooperating with us because of the Soul Master’s face. You four are just Core Disciples; you’re not worth any attention. The Lord of Myriad Demons wouldn’t even glance at you."

"My true body is still breaking through on the first level of the Genius Space. There’s no time to rush over here at all."

Ye Mo’s brows knitted slightly. Then he said, "Senior Sister Zang Lian, Senior Brother Qin Yong, Senior Brother Li Xiuyuan, in a moment I’ll self-destruct. You take the chance to escape."

"What? Self-destruct?"

Zang Lian was shocked. "Junior Brother Ye Xiao, all of this is because of me. If I hadn’t insisted on obtaining the Myriad Demon’s Fire, we might not be in this situation. But the Myriad Demon’s Fire is too important to me, so I had no choice but to do this. Junior Brother Ye Xiao, you all escape now, I’ll hold them back."

"Relax, this is an Energy Clone. The moment I saw through the Lord of Myriad Demons’ plot, my true body had already left. Otherwise, did you really think that Kun Fa Bilei was that easy to break?"

Ye Mo smiled and didn’t say more. His body suddenly compressed, almost shrinking into a single point. With every compression, the pupils of the surrounding Dead Soul Royal Family Disciples shrank. They knew Ye Mo was condensing and concentrating his power to self-destruct.

They could all smell a dangerous aura from that single point and quickly backed far away from Ye Mo, having no time at all to bother with Zang Lian and the other two.

"Hurry and run. This is all I can do for you now."

Ye Mo roared loudly.

Zang Lian watched this scene, her eyes turning slightly red. "Go!"

Amid a violent explosion, the three of them shot straight toward the outskirts of the Myriad Demon Realm. As long as they could escape the Myriad Demon Realm, they would be considered safe.

"Zang Lian Sister, Junior Brother Ye Xiao reminded us over and over. If we’d just listened to him a little, we wouldn’t be so wretched now."

"If I hadn’t wanted the Myriad Demon’s Fire so badly, we wouldn’t have ended up like this either."

"You can’t blame yourself entirely. For this Epic-level mission, your goal wasn’t the Demon Core at all, but the Myriad Demon’s Fire, wasn’t it?"

The three of them pushed their speed to the absolute limit.

Boom!

But at that moment, heaven and earth suddenly trembled. Zang Lian realized her speed had actually slowed—not that it had truly slowed, but that they had already entered a field. No matter how she flew, it felt like she was circling inside a ring, unable to escape.

"Trying to slip away in the chaos? Get them!"

Ao Zi avoided the shockwave of the explosion, waved his big hand, and streaks of flowing light shot violently toward the three of them, once again encircling them.

"Looks like we really are going to fall here."

Zang Lian looked at those Dead Soul Royal Family Disciples. Every one of them was a Disciple whose Martial Dao Realm had reached Divine Venerable Six Souls, and each one’s combat strength was no weaker than theirs.

"Damn it, with that Lord of Myriad Demons standing over there, we can’t escape at all. I’ll just fight them to the death."

Qin Yong cursed and a vicious glint flashed across his eyes. He bit his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood containing vast battle power sprayed out.

Immediately, his body swelled, bursting open the armor-clad upper body he wore. Strange markings appeared all over his body, and then those markings radiated golden light, almost dyeing his whole body gold.

At this moment, Qin Yong had become a War God seemingly cast from Gold.

"It’s actually the Invincible Battle Body. I didn’t expect the legendary Invincible Battle Body to appear again."

"The Wraith Clan really is full of crouching tigers and hidden Dragons. I’ve finally broadened my horizons today."

"But that just makes killing you more fun!"

Qin Yong’s display of the Invincible Battle Body immediately drew cries of shock from the surrounding Dead Soul Royal Family Disciples. This Invincible Battle Body had once belonged to a so‑called Unbeaten Divine Venerate back in the day. Once unleashed, the whole body became like a wall of copper and iron, possessing boundless strength and being practically unkillable.

Moreover, this kind of Martial art that directly boosted strength had no side effects at all. That was the truly terrifying part.

Even the Lord of Myriad Demons was taken aback when he saw Qin Yong’s Invincible Battle Body.

"Ants of the Dead Soul Royal Family, which one of you dares fight me?"

Qin Yong roared.

"Haha, if you can defeat me, I’ll let the three of you go!"

Among the group, the strongest Ao Yuntian laughed. Although Qin Yong’s Invincible Battle Body was powerful, he still didn’t take it seriously. He had almost become a Martial Artist under the Twelfth Prince.

"Go to hell!"

With an angry shout, Qin Yong didn’t waste words. He punched at the void. With a boom, a terrifying pressure blasted a crater into the space ahead. That rolling, peerless power turned into a golden fist‑mang and smashed directly toward Ao Yuntian.

Swoosh!

Sensing the ferocity of that punch, Ao Yuntian didn’t choose to take it head-on. His figure flickered, using an extremely subtle movement to dodge Qin Yong’s punch. At the same time, the Longsword in his hand swept out, stirring the air. Countless sword lights, carrying a chilling gleam that made one’s heart tremble, slashed fiercely toward Qin Yong.

Clang, clang, clang!

Facing this strike, Qin Yong was utterly fearless. Standing motionless in midair, he let those sword lights slam into his body. They only struck sparks off his flesh and didn’t injure him at all.