The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 820: Chapter 821: Discussing Countermeasures

"Little Jing, let’s go, we’re heading back to the Zone of Desolation."

Ye Mo shouted, and Little Jing, who had transformed into the form of a demon dragon, flew over. Ye Mo landed directly on the demon dragon’s head and headed towards the space-time wormhole.

"Ye Mo, my young friend, hold on!"

Suddenly, Mo Ao said loudly.

"Is there something you need?"

Ye Mo stopped, his heart full of anxiety. Although he knew Feng Chu wouldn’t harm Xiao Yue for the time being, he couldn’t stay calm for even a moment.

"I know you’re eager to return to the Zone of Desolation, but what can you do upon your return? Feng Chu’s energy clone is already so strong, and his true form is even more powerful. The opponent has given you a seven-day time limit, likely to make the final push to advance to the Heavenly Profound Complete Realm."

Mo Ao said calmly, "What can you do by rushing back now? Do you think you are capable of defeating Feng Chu at Great Perfection?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Mo calmed down completely. Defeating Feng Chu’s energy clone had already been tough. If he faced the true form, he estimated his chance of victory to be only fifty percent, and if Feng Chu advanced to Great Perfection, his chances would be even slimmer.

"Brother Ye Mo, since this old thing has stopped you, perhaps they have a way to help you enhance your strength."

The little girl also said.

"Let’s go back to Demon City and discuss this further!"

Ye Mo flew directly towards the direction of Demon City.

The ten experts from outside the zone widened their eyes and watched. This was certainly a moment they would never forget.

"Let’s return to the family, this place is no place for a human."

And so this storm subsided.

The crisis in the Zone of Demons was temporarily averted due to Ye Mo’s presence. However, a greater crisis loomed ahead, the battle for the Six Dao Treasures in seven days.

Back in Demon City, everyone began discussing solutions.

Of course, the focal point was Ye Mo.

The zone master represented the Zone of Desolation, and Mo Ao represented the Zone of Demons. Both put the heavy burden on Ye Mo’s shoulders.

Only he could stop Feng Chu.

But Ye Mo only had seven days. He must seize every moment to cultivate and gain greater strength.

As long as Ye Mo could contend with Feng Chu, he could stop him from acquiring the Six Dao Treasures.

"At present, there is only one way to quickly increase the strength."

Mo Ao cleared his throat and said: "That is the Demon God’s Main Ring. If Ye Mo can acquire the power of the Demon God’s Main Ring, his strength is sure to grow again, though there is indeed a certain risk involved."

"What risk?"

Ye Mo frowned impatiently, perhaps too concerned about Xiao Yue, causing him to lose his usual composure.

"The Demon God’s Main Ring, which seals the true Demongod Power within, requires a holder of the Divine Demon Physique to bear it. Otherwise, one might fall to the path of the demon at best, or die explosively at worst."

Mo Qianqian said.

"Then let me try it!"

Ye Mo said calmly.

"Ye Mo, young friend, you have saved our Zone of Demons. You are a great hero to us. We have made the decision to give you the Demon God’s Main Ring without blame from the Demon God, but if you fail..."

Mo Ao frowned, clearly not very optimistic about Ye Mo’s ability to endure the Demongod Power.

"We have no choice but to try."

Ye Mo said solemnly.

"Very well, then tomorrow morning we will all go to the Demon God Altar."

Mo Ao heavily slapped the table and said loudly.

"Why not now?"

Ye Mo naturally did not want to waste time.

"It’s like this, to endure the Demongod Power requires a ritual at the altar. Furthermore, we need to prepare the altar, which will take at least five hours."

Lord Mo Longzi explained from the side.

"Alright then!"

Ye Mo nodded. Led by a servant girl, he returned to his room.

Ye Mo sat cross-legged, continuously reflecting on today’s battle, and Feng Chu’s strength was indeed beyond his expectations. Whether in terms of skill, defense, or power, each was virtually on par with him.

"Master Ye Mo, are you there?"

Just as Ye Mo was lost in thought, Mo Qianqian’s voice came from outside the doorway.

"I’m here! What’s the matter?"

Ye Mo asked.

"Tomorrow is the altar invocation. My master asked me to bring you something."

Mo Qianqian said.

"Come in, the door’s open."

Ye Mo said.

With a creak, the door opened, and Mo Qianqian walked in holding a bowl of blood-red liquid.

"What is this? It seems like blood?"

Ye Mo sniffed, detecting a hint of a bloody scent, and then noticed the pallor on Mo Qianqian’s pretty face.

"Brother Ye Mo, the little girl bets that this blood is from Mo Qianqian herself. She probably isn’t of ordinary constitution."

The little girl said.

"Yes, this is Demon God’s blood, which is very rare in our Demon City. Drinking this blood will increase the success rate for tomorrow’s altar invocation."

Mo Qianqian said calmly, without change in expression.

Ye Mo glanced at Mo Qianqian, sighing internally. He didn’t make things clear, understanding the saying that the most hardest to endure is the grace of a beauty. Ye Mo accepted the blood, saying, "Thank you."

After speaking, Ye Mo drank the entire bowl of blood without leaving a drop, and Mo Qianqian kept watching until Ye Mo finished, then she left the room.

With the blood in his stomach, Ye Mo felt a slight warmth spreading within him. The blood instantly permeated every cell and pore, turning his skin blood-red, and his body began to heat up dramatically.

"Who is this Mo Qianqian really? Her blood is so potent."

Ye Mo was astonished. Despite his body being strong enough to rival Celestial Weapons, he could still feel the intense heat from the blood.

Boom!

Suddenly, Ye Mo’s shirt burst open, leaving his upper body bare. If someone stood behind him, they would see not only the blood-red color starting to fade but also a tattoo forming, showcasing the image of a Demon God holding a great axe, howling to the sky with an awe-inspiring aura, trampling demons underfoot.

"Brother Ye Mo, there is a Demon God tattoo on your back."

The little girl immediately said.

"A Demon God tattoo? Is it because of that blood?"

After drinking the blood, although his body only showed a temporary reaction without any strength increase, the biggest change was the appearance of the Demon God tattoo on his back.

Watching through the window, Mo Qianqian gave a pale smile: "I do hope my Demon God’s Essence Blood helps you. Tomorrow at the altar invocation, you must not fail."