The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1242 - 1243: Ending the Myth

"Interesting!"

Lord Snow Eagle steadied his posture in mid-air, a thin, playful smile hovering on his lips. Measuring the young man in black, he realized his opponent was youthful, seemingly of similar age to his own peers.

Never before had he crossed paths with anyone of his generation capable of fighting him to a stalemate, and this realization instantly fueled Lord Snow Eagle’s competitive fervor.

"Domain of Chilling Frost, Spear of Endlessness!"

Zizz!

Lord Snow Eagle let out a booming cry, and a crack blossomed in the air above him, leaking an overwhelming surge of arctic cold. Instantaneously, his figure became cloaked in an ice-blue Domain of Chilling Frost. Within this field, countless crystalline spears coalesced, poised to rain down upon his enemy at a mere flick of his intent.

"He possesses the ability to beckon a cold source from an alternate dimension," Hong Ling murmured instantly. Such a feat mirrored Feng Chu’s summoning of Divine Demon Fire from the Divine Realm; it was clearly a formidable technique of communication. Should his Domain of Chilling Frost reach full potential, the situation would become dire.

Ye Mo projected his own Immortal-Slaying Domain to counter, pushing it outward, yet it could not overcome the opponent’s sphere of influence; the two forces settled into a state of tense equilibrium.

"His Domain of Chilling Frost holds its own against my Immortal-Slaying Domain?" Ye Mo pondered, startled. Could it truly be that his opponent was communing with an immortal-realm cold source? His own domain was naturally infused with Immortal Will and backed by his ninth-rank Heart Force, rendering him virtually peerless in the mortal world. The only logical explanation was that his opponent had also managed to access an immortal source, creating an Immortal Domain.

Lord Snow Eagle was equally taken aback, shocked to find his own domain challenged so effectively.

"How can this be? That expert, Ye Mo, is actually holding his own against Lord Snow Eagle."

"It is astounding, especially considering his Martial Dao Realm is merely at the Third Transformation of the Wheel of Reincarnation."

The onlookers were buzzing with surprise. Most had anticipated an immediate victory for Lord Snow Eagle; instead, they witnessed Ye Mo standing his ground, refusing to be overcome.

Xiao Yue watched the struggle, her expression remaining serene. While the masses viewed Lord Snow Eagle as a prodigious genius, she knew Ye Mo would soon demonstrate, through sheer martial strength, what a true genius looked like.

Boom!

The two domains collided with earth-shaking impact.

"Five Elements Indestructible Pagoda Palm!"

Following a brief exchange, Ye Mo unleashed a palm strike. A colossal imprint manifested, seemingly pushing through the three thousand worlds before friction with the air turned it into a violent discharge that slammed directly into the Domain of Chilling Frost.

In response, the ice-blue spears within the domain surged outward, lashing out at Ye Mo’s incoming palm.

Boom boom boom boom!

The heavens trembled as a series of explosions rocked the area. Ye Mo’s Five Elements Indestructible Pagoda Palm disintegrated, the destructive energy ripping the sky apart while blinding light erupted into the heavens.

Observers were no longer just shocked; they were exhilarated. This was a peak confrontation, a clash between two legends in the making.

"Such powerful martial arts!" Lord Snow Eagle tilted his head, his gaze locked intensely on Ye Mo. All hints of underestimation had vanished; he now viewed the young man as an equal.

"You are not lacking yourself," Ye Mo replied calmly. Failing to suppress his opponent with the Immortal-Slaying Domain had taxed his combat strength. His adversary was a powerhouse at the First Transformation of the Wheel of Reincarnation, and Ye Mo realized he would need to find the perfect moment to deploy Peerless Motian if he hoped to win.

"If this is the extent of your skill, your journey ends here." Intense blue light began to emanate from Lord Snow Eagle’s hands.

Sensing the impending Iciness, Ye Mo’s eyes sharpened. He moved one hand behind his back to prime his Nine-turn Star Fire seal. Should he successfully weather this assault, he was confident he could topple Lord Snow Eagle.

"Witness my ultimate move: Absolute Cold Light!"

At his bellowed command, the spectators scrambled to distance themselves.

"Flee! Whoever imagined Ye Mo would force Lord Snow Eagle into using his final technique? The struggle is hitting its climax."

As the warning went out, Lord Snow Eagle lashed out with both hands. A wave of ice-blue radiance surged forth, freezing space solid as it rushed to engulf Ye Mo.

"Nine-turn Star Fire!"

Feeling the bone-shattering chill encroaching, Ye Mo activated his seal, channeling every ounce of his Tomb Dragon Power. Nine ribbons of star fire erupted, shifting into nine distinct fire dragons that charged to meet the ice.

The frozen landscape was instantly transformed into a sea of flames.

Swish!

Seizing the moment, Ye Mo lunged forward. Riding the momentum provided by the Nine-turn Star Fire, he twisted his body like a dragon, closing the gap and thrusting his spear toward Lord Snow Eagle.

Thunk!

Caught off guard by Ye Mo’s ability to survive the Iciness, Lord Snow Eagle gasped as the blood-red spearhead, vibrating with terrifying momentum, struck toward him.

"Icy Ghost Armor!"

With a shout, he manifested a thick layer of ice-blue plating. While it deflected the worst of the blow, the sheer kinetic force sent him tumbling backward for scores of meters.

This Icy Ghost Armor was a defensive Immortal Artifact. It could turn aside almost any strike from a standard Immortal Artifact, and only force vastly superior to his own could hope to crack it.

"The final strike: Peerless Motian!"

Leaping high, Ye Mo fused his Heart Force with his Tomb Dragon Power. He drove his spear down like a scorching sun, delivering a blow that hammered directly onto the blue armor.

Crack!

The overwhelming force of the strike caused the Icy Ghost Armor to fracture. Cracks spread across its surface as Lord Snow Eagle coughed up blood, unable to stem the tide of Ye Mo’s Peerless Motian.

"My Icy Ghost Armor... it broke?"

The defeated Lord Snow Eagle stared at his failing armor in disbelief. It was an ancient relic of the Blood Prison Battlefield, a treasure recovered from the wreckage of the wars between the Army of Wraith and the Spirit Martial Army, boasting thousands of years of prestige.

Wow! A wave of stunned murmurs washed over the plaza. The spectators watched in awe; no one had predicted that Lord Snow Eagle, who always ended his duels with the lethal Iciness, would be the one brought to his knees by Ye Mo.