The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1241 - 1242: Lingwu Genius vs

After handing over one hundred thousand Wheel of Reincarnation Pills, Ye Mo waited briefly until his turn arrived.

As Ye Mo walked toward the center of the square, the surrounding crowd erupted into loud cheers. It was rare to witness such a young Martial Artist daring to test his might against the lower-level Dream-entering Stone.

Reaching the monument, Ye Mo placed his palm against the Dream-entering Stone. Immediately, four figures manifested in red, black, white, and gold, each possessing strength clearly superior to the four opponents Ye Mo had previously encountered. For a typical Martial Artist, a lack of solid foundation or unrefined Xuan Aura would make defeating even one of these figures impossible, let alone all four simultaneously.

Ye Mo watched the red-clad duplicate charge forward with an air of complete indifference. Suddenly, Lu Xian’s arm swept outward, unleashing a powerful suction force that captured the red-colored copy. Held fast by the control of Lu Xian’s arm, the creature was rendered helpless. With another sweeping motion, the very atmosphere seemed to shatter as the remaining three figures lunged at Ye Mo, only to be caught in the fray.

Discarding the red-clad duplicate, Ye Mo summoned the Heavenly Snare Blood Spear and swung it with ferocious intent. The Magic Weapon Red Tassle Spear connected with all four figures in a single, devastating strike.

"Astonishing!"

The black-robed elder observed the display of sheer carnage with unconcealed amazement.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The crowd roared their approval; Ye Mo’s prowess was undeniably formidable. Though the Dream-entering Stone simulated four adversaries based on a warrior’s real combat aptitude, elite fighters usually possessed secret techniques and hidden depths that allowed them to transcend their basic capabilities.

To the onlookers, clearing the first test appeared like nothing more than a simple game for Ye Mo.

Next came the second test: the Infinite Puppet Array.

Without a hint of hesitation, Ye Mo shattered the array, claiming victory.

For the third challenge, the Fantasy Dream, the void conjured a vision of a transcendent beauty veiled in translucent silk. While the spectators were enchanted by her elegant appearance, Ye Mo dismissed the illusion and broke through the dreamscape once more.

The third test concluded swiftly, adding to the growing frenzy of the audience, who cheered like surging tides.

Passing all three trials earned him the right to challenge Lord Snow Eagle.

Even the black-robed elder, nursing his hidden frustration, had not foreseen Ye Mo conquering the Dream-entering Stone on his first attempt.

"May I inquire as to your name, Master?" the black-robed elder asked with forced politeness.

"Ye Mo!" he replied, his tone steady.

"Master Ye Mo, now that you have cleared the Dream-entering Stone, Lord Snow Eagle will be notified immediately. When do you intend to initiate the challenge?"

"I seek entry to the Blood Prison Battlefield, so I will challenge Lord Snow Eagle right now!" Ye Mo declared, refusing to waste time.

A sudden silence descended upon the entire arena. Nobody had expected that a youth of barely twenty would dare to challenge Lord Snow Eagle immediately after completing the initial trials.

Traditionally, powerful challengers would rest for three full days to prepare themselves after finishing the Dream-entering Stone. By discarding all convention, the young man caught everyone off guard.

Despite this, many watchers remained skeptical of the outcome.

Lord Snow Eagle was, after all, celebrated as the most gifted warrior in the Spirit Martial Camp; he had risen to power years ago after defeating his predecessor and had never known defeat since.

A hundred miles away, atop a grand palace in the Talisman Mansion, stood a figure standing as rigid as a spear piercing the heavens, with a layer of blue ice frosting his feet.

Clad in an ice-blue robe, the man possessed long ice-blue hair, sharp brows, and eyes that twinkled with a gentle light.

Energy undulated around him, making it seem as if the environment itself bowed to his aura.

"Lord, the youth named Ye Mo intends to challenge you today." A guard descended from the sky, bowing low to deliver the message.

"It appears the desire to enter the Blood Prison Battlefield creates many such challenges these days," Lord Snow Eagle murmured, tossing his long hair back.

Back at the square, the crowd reached a state of feverish excitement.

"You are my second challenger today. Since you lack the wit to retreat, I have no choice but to transform you into an ice statue for my entrance hall as a warning to others."

A streak of ice-blue radiance descended from the sky, halting in mid-air, as the figure pointed an ice-blue spear directly at Ye Mo’s forehead.

The spear shot upward like a fiery rainbow, its aura truly intimidating.

"Bingyou Xuepo Spear!"

The newcomer was indeed Lord Snow Eagle, but every eye was locked onto the weapon he wielded.

The audience gasped; the Bingyou Xuepo Spear was an Ancient Fierce Weapon that Lord Snow Eagle had never needed to deploy before. Its sudden appearance marked a momentous occasion.

"Lord Snow Eagle, you have finally deigned to arrive!" Ye Mo looked upward, rising into the air until he hovered at eye level with the lord.

"Haha, you seem quite certain of your victory," Lord Snow Eagle noted calmly.

"Indeed!" Ye Mo replied with unshakable confidence.

"Many have claimed the same, yet every one of them has fallen before me," Lord Snow Eagle remarked, his gaze narrowing into a lethal sharpness.

"Then show me your best!" Ye Mo shouted, brandishing the Heavenly Snare Blood Spear. He felt no fear; instead, the strength of his rival only ignited his martial spirit.

The crowd collectively held its breath, witnessing the clash of titans in the sky.

Swish!

With a sudden thrust, Lord Snow Eagle unleashed millions of spear-strikes; the Magic Weapon Red Tassle Spears blurred into a freezing blue storm that swept toward Ye Mo from every conceivable angle.

Boom, boom, boom!

Remaining grounded in spirit, Ye Mo swung his Blood Fiend Spear with savage precision, meeting every cold strike. Explosive sounds echoed through the firmament as the weapons collided.

For a brief moment, the two weapons danced through the air, thunderous sonic booms rippling out in every direction.

Lord Snow Eagle had intended these moves as mere tests, yet he was stunned to see how effortlessly Ye Mo neutralized his assault.

"Have a taste of this!"

Ye Mo parried a blow, channeling the Blood Fiend Frenzied Divine Strength into his own weapon. Countless shadows merged into one as he unleashed the Blood Fiend Return; a colossal spectral spear spanned the void, glowing with an ominous crimson light as it materialized before Lord Snow Eagle.

"Binyou Wanli!"

Lord Snow Eagle swung his own weapon in a sweeping arc, raising a wall of spear Gang Qi to meet the incoming strike.

Bang!

The two attacks crashed together with enough force to generate a shockwave that left even those who had opened the Three Time-Space Gates deeply unsettled.