The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1243 - 1244: The New Leader

Lord Snow Eagle stabilized his descent mid-air and wiped a streak of blood from his lip. As he felt the chaotic surge of energy within his Dantian, his expression twisted into one of utter disbelief.

Equipped with an Ancient Immortal Artifact for protection, he knew only an opponent wielding a superior weapon or delivering an overwhelmingly potent strike could possibly breach his defenses.

The onlookers stood transfixed, their jaws dropped in shock. The young women in the crowd were particularly stunned; they found it impossible to process the scene before them.

Their own idol—a prince charming and a peerless War God who had never known defeat—had fallen to a mere youth.

Who was this mysterious figure? His strength was terrifying, yet he was a complete stranger to everyone present.

The Vanquishing Martial Realm was vast, yet it was comprised of a thousand distinct territories. Any genius of such caliber appearing in even the most remote region should have been widely celebrated, if not formally recognized by the governing Vanquishing Martial Faction.

"Truly, the waves of the Yangtze River push forward those before them, and each new generation eclipses the last," one spectator murmured.

Though the reality of it defied their expectations, the proof stood plainly before their eyes.

"Lord Snow Eagle, do you desire to continue?" Ye Mo asked, steadying his Heavenly Snare Blood Spear.

As long as he could withstand the freezing aura of Lord Snow Eagle, Ye Mo held full confidence in his victory. He estimated that Lord Snow Eagle’s peak combat prowess reached the level of those who had unlocked the Three Time-Space Gates.

Ye Mo, empowered by a hundred million units of Tomb Dragon Power, his Third Transformation of the Wheel of Reincarnation, and his Lu Xian arm, was already a match for any expert who had opened the Second Temporal-Spatial Gateway. Furthermore, he held the Peerless Motian technique, not to mention his unused Dragon’s Chant Domain and the Immortal Cycle of Life and Death, both of which posed a genuine threat to experts of the Three Time-Space Gates level. He harbored no fear, even if his opponent chose to press the assault.

Lord Snow Eagle shook his head slowly. "Hehe, never did I imagine a cultivator from the Spirit Martial Camp could surpass me. I, Li Han Guang, have seen the truth today. This duel is over; I concede."

Despite his inherent pride, he was forced to accept that Ye Mo was his superior.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd when Lord Snow Eagle formally admitted his defeat.

"However, I will challenge you again in the future. May I ask which territory you hail from? Why is your name unfamiliar to me?" Lord Snow Eagle inquired.

"I am not a native of the Vanquishing Martial Realm; I come from the Lingwu Continent. Because the stability of the Power of Laws in this realm has waned, we managed to construct an Array to open a passage and send ten talents from our continent," Ye Mo answered calmly.

"Ah? The Lingwu Continent, you say?" Li Han Guang looked startled. "I never suspected that the geniuses of Lingwu were this formidable. It seems I still have a long way to go."

With a sigh, he produced a snow-white eagle token and tossed it to Ye Mo. "Henceforth, you are the master of the Snow Eagle territory. I assume you took my position for the sake of entering the battlefield to seek opportunities. A word of warning: tread carefully. The Blood Prison Battlefield is perilous; we are still young, and it is not worth throwing one's life away lightly."

Ye Mo gripped the Snow Eagle Token, wearing a faint smile. "Do you know why you remain behind me? It is because you lack the courage to embrace risk. Talent is one thing, but remaining in a sheltered environment for cultivation will never forge a true expert. Like flowers in a greenhouse, one cannot endure the storms without experiencing hardship. Only by standing at the edge of life and death can a martial artist’s true potential be unleashed."

"Stand at the edge of life and death?"

Li Han Guang fell into a deep silence, eventually nodding. "A profound sentiment regarding life and death. I yield this match with a clear conscience. You possess a domain that rivals my own, and in terms of spear mastery—even within the Spirit Martial Camp—few can outmatch me. Yet, the final strike you used to overcome me remains a mystery; it appeared so simple, yet it erupted with devastating power."

"To truly command the power of the spear, beyond just physical grip, one must grasp it with the heart and allow the spear to choose its master. Only when the spirit of the spear arrives willingly can the art reach its zenith," Ye Mo replied, sharing his core insight.

"I thank you for your counsel. I hope we may cross spears again given the chance." Li Han Guang cupped his hands in respect. "One final warning: once you enter the Blood Prison Battlefield, be vigilant. Not only should you watch for members of the Wraith Camp, but remain cautious even of those from our own Spirit Martial Camp."

"Why such suspicion?" Ye Mo questioned, intrigued.

"Do you know why so many covet entry into the Blood Prison Battlefield?" Li Han Guang explained, "The Vanquishing Martial Realm is an anomaly, especially that battlefield. Spatial rifts frequently manifest, spilling out treasures. Celestial Weapons are often left abandoned there, and Immortal Artifacts manifest every few days, tempting many to gamble their lives. More importantly, when a cultivator falls, the treasures stored within their internal domain are forced into the world. If members of the Spirit Martial Camp decide to covet your wealth, they would not hesitate to claim your life to seize it."

Ye Mo was startled by this revelation. Normally, treasures within a person's domain were unreachable to others, but if the owner perished, those items would be purged into the spatial turbulence.

According to Li Han Guang, the death of a contestant meant their entire accumulated hoard would fall into the battlefield.

"I appreciate the warning!" Ye Mo offered a respectful bow, then descended to stand beside Xiao Yue. "Yueyue, success. We have earned the right to enter the Blood Prison Battlefield immediately."

"That is good news. I wonder how the other four groups are faring," Xiao Yue remarked.

"They were likely transported to other territories. By now, they should be preparing to enter the battlefield as well," Ye Mo said.

"Ye Mo, your words earlier have stirred something in me. Might I join you in the Blood Prison Battlefield? Perhaps my assistance will be of some use," Li Han Guang requested.

"It would be my honor; help is always welcome!"

Li Han Guang was undeniably strong, particularly his freezing techniques. His status as a veteran of the Spirit Martial Camp would certainly simplify matters significantly.

Seeing Ye Mo’s acceptance, Li Han Guang, now deeply impressed by his new acquaintance, turned toward the crowd. "Will you not pay your respects to the new Lord of the Snow Eagle territory?"

"We greet Lord Snow Eagle!"

The assembly on the square bowed in unison; it was an established tradition, as the leader was responsible for the protection of their territory and deserved their deference.

"Everyone, feel free to rise," Ye Mo said, keeping his tone composed. The elder who had overseen the Dream-entering Stone assessment then hurried over. "Master Ye, as the new Lord, you have the right to claim the mansion and select your own guards and servants."

"That will not be necessary. I intend to depart for the Blood Prison Battlefield immediately. If any challengers persist, tell them they must wait."