The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 835: Chapter 836: A Thief Crying "Stop, Thief!

"This guy isn’t really from the Heavenly Sword Society."

Ye Mo immediately speculated in his heart.

"That’s right, if he really were from the Heavenly Sword Society, he wouldn’t act so rashly even if he thought you were stealing herbs, nor would he destroy his own medicinal field."

The little girl said as well.

"But be careful, his strength is not to be underestimated. Although he’s in the Qiankun First Transformation, a master nurtured by the Lingwu Continent in this realm can’t be compared to those from other areas, and you haven’t fought a Cosmos Realm expert before, so be cautious."

Hong Ling also reminded.

The martial artists cultivated in the Lingwu Continent differ from those in other regions mainly in the magnitude and intensity of their strength.

Magnitude means a higher level of power compared to others, while intensity means a greater quality of power compared to others.

Thus, masters from the Lingwu Continent who are in the Qiankun First Transformation can sometimes possess the strength to fight two at once.

"What audacity, a mid-grade Profound Heavens Realm kid, actually daring to sneak into the medicinal field of the Heavenly Sword Society to steal herbs."

A man in an azure robe shot a glance at Ye Mo, and upon noticing that Ye Mo was only mid-grade Profound Heavens Realm, his eyes were full of disdain and shame. A plan emerged in his mind.

He was not from the Heavenly Sword Society but was a member of the ever-opposing Divine Wind Sect. He was ordered by his senior brother to come and steal herbs from the Heavenly Sword Society’s field. Yet unexpectedly, a minor individual from another region appeared.

"Do you think a random piece of medicinal land from our Lingwu Continent is enough to stir up your greed? So uninformed, this field belongs to the Heavenly Sword Society. It’s best if you bind yourself and stay here, waiting for the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Society to come—then you’ll be treated leniently."

The azure-robed man sneered, his arrogance flaming. Looking at Ye Mo as if he were an ant, he intended to blame all the thefts on Ye Mo.

"If I’m not mistaken, the herbs should have been stolen by you, and that sword of yours also destroyed quite a number of herbs just now."

Facing the azure-robed man, Ye Mo was expressionless, but inwardly he sneered.

"How dare you!"

Upon hearing this, the azure-robed man shouted aggressively, completely incredulous that Ye Mo would say such a thing: "What are you to question me? It seems I’ll have to chop off your limbs and hand you over to the Heavenly Sword Society."

The opponent intended to disable Ye Mo’s limbs and hand him over to the Heavenly Sword Society, making him a scapegoat. Even with current methods, where limbs could be restored, Ye Mo’s power would drastically decline, making progress impossible.

Ye Mo instantly saw through the other’s scheme, showing no expression on the outside, but inwardly, he sneered with boundless killing intent.

"Ye Mo, don’t act rashly. Even though this man isn’t your match, judging from his attire, he must be a disciple of a third-rate force. Killing him would bring a lot of trouble; endure if you can."

Hong Ling, seeing Ye Mo’s intention to act, promptly intervened.

Moreover, if the two were to fight, there would undoubtedly be a huge commotion. This was the territory of the Heavenly Sword Society. If any skirmish were detected by their disciples, there would be even more trouble.

"What? Are you scared stiff?"

Seeing Ye Mo motionless, the azure-robed man raised an eyebrow and spoke immediately.

"Can’t I leave this hand untouched?"

Ye Mo suddenly showed a terrified expression, his body beginning to tremble: "Master, I came from the Zone of Desolation wanting to see the outside world. Without my limbs, I’d be worse than a beast."

"Haha, you’re not that stupid. If that’s the case, just behave and admit your guilt here."

The azure-robed man was pleased to see Ye Mo tremble.

"Master, if I stay here and admit guilt, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Society will skin me alive. Better for you to cut off my limbs; they might pity me and spare me punishment."

Ye Mo said in panic: "I have a Seventh-Order Rune, a scythe of death. Master, spare me, and let me leave with you."

As his eyes fixed on the Seventh-Order Rune in Ye Mo’s hand, his heart began to heat up. He could feel the scythe of death on that seal exuding waves of Aura of Death. There was no doubt it was a Seventh-Order attack charm.

"To think a backwater bumpkin would possess a Seventh-Order Rune. Such a rare seal isn’t even found in the Divine Wind Sect. If I could obtain it, I’d surprise my opponents in the sect championship."

His face finally showed greed as he smiled faintly: "Alright, since you’re so humble, give me the rune, and I’ll take you back to our Divine Wind Sect. But with your strength, you’ll only start as a Servants Disciple."

"Thank you, Master!"

Ye Mo grasped the rune, bowed with hands cupped, having erased all killing intent from his face.

Hong Ling could deeply feel Ye Mo’s intent to take advantage of an unguarded moment to kill the opponent, giving him no chance to react.

"Haha, give me the rune."

The azure-robed man laughed, stretching his arm to grab the rune in Ye Mo’s hand.

Ye Mo lowered his head, a corner of his mouth curving up. Instantly, he released the Immortal-Slaying Domain. Before the other could react, he punched towards the opponent’s chest.

Boom!

With one punch, the azure-robed man was sent flying directly. Like a cannonball, he was knocked backward in mid-air, yelping constantly, his heart filled with endless rage.

"You trash, daring to ambush me! Just a trivial bumpkin, I’ll kill you now."

Boom!

Stabilizing his figure, the azure-robed man brandished his longsword. With a slight movement carrying the force of space, the dense sword beams tore through the air, ferociously attacking Ye Mo.

"A mid-grade Profound Heavens Realm kid daring to ambush a Cosmos Realm expert? I’m telling you, outsiders like you from the Profound World Realm, coming to the Lingwu Continent only face slaughter."

He roared abruptly, his sword beams overwhelming like a storm, instantly engulfing Ye Mo.

Seeing this, Ye Mo’s expression changed slightly; his Immortal-Slaying Domain contracted. The sword beams crashed onto the rune barriers, not budging them a bit.

"What kind of field is that? It’s blocking my sword moves?"

Ye Mo’s Immortal-Slaying Domain fended off the azure-robed man’s attack. Though surprised, he didn’t dwell on it, swinging his sword again.

The void behind Ye Mo tore open immediately. A terrifying sword beam, with overwhelming momentum and layers of sword shadows carrying death’s aura, blasted towards Ye Mo’s back.

This was the opponent using the power of space, directly relocating his sword strike to Ye Mo’s rear for a sneak attack.

Moreover, this move was several times more formidable than the previous one, determined to kill Ye Mo outright.