The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1249 - 1250: Twelfth Prince

Ye Mo did more than just overcome the Intermediate Dream Entering Stone challenge in a ruthless fashion; observers could palpably sense that his internal power had burgeoned to the threshold of breaching the Second Space-Time Gate.

It was truly astounding that someone at the Third Transformation of the Wheel of Reincarnation martial level possessed the raw strength required to manifest the Second Space-Time Gate.

"It appears Ye Mo held back quite a few secrets during our skirmish," Li Han Guang remarked, shaking his head. Despite his deep-seated arrogance, he was forced to concede that Ye Mo’s innate talent was nothing short of terrifying.

"Do you finally grasp how little you truly knew?" Xiao Yue asked coldly. Her eyes shifted toward the Tianyue Lord, whose bewildered expression betrayed his complete inability to comprehend the scene unfolding before him.

Previously, Xiao Yue’s accomplishment of clearing the Intermediate Dream Entering Stone trial in a single attempt had stunned the onlookers, a feat entirely unprecedented within the Lingwu Camp.

Yet, Ye Mo’s display proved even more monumental and awe-inspiring.

"Haha, this lad is truly a freak of nature. Perhaps even the Advanced Dream Entering Stone will be unable to humble him?" Li Murong took a sharp breath, his gaze ignited with newfound fervor. Such a prodigious genius offered the exact spark of hope they desperately needed to challenge the Wraith Camp.

"Report!" A sudden cry erupted from a distance. A messenger figure descended swiftly, alighting beside Li Murong, and bowed deeply. "Lord Li Murong, our entire unit was decimated in the eleventh engagement."

"What? Total annihilation?" Li Murong’s expression hardened instantly, and the visages of the surrounding commanders darkened with grim foreboding.

The latest report had returned with disastrous news of a wipeout.

"Their forces were marshaled by a genius from the Wraith Land, supported by a deputy who has navigated the Fourth Space-Time Gate. This formidable duo executed our commander on the spot. Of the hundred soldiers, fewer than thirty managed to retreat. They further taunted us, declaring that if we lack the means to dismantle their Intermediate Wraith Formation, surrendering now would save everyone time."

"Hmph, surrender? They possess far too much gall!" Li Murong let out a sharp scoff and immediately turned to Ye Mo. "Ye Mo, dare you accept the challenge?"

"Commander, as an envoy of the Lingwu Continent, I came specifically to quell the talents of the Wraith Land," Ye Mo replied, cupping his hands in a firm gesture of acceptance.

"Excellent. Tomorrow, you shall command a deputy and one hundred troops to confront them. I shall prepare a feast of victory in your honor here. Do not falter."

"Understood!" Ye Mo replied, before adding, "Commander, where might I find my companion? I wish to see him."

"Qiu Yu, escort Ye Mo to Feng Chu’s quarters, then ensure he is provided with proper lodging. See that it is done with care."

"Understood!" Qiu Yu gestured toward Ye Mo and said respectfully, "Lord Ye Mo, please follow me."

Ye Mo nodded, and accompanied by Xiao Yue, he departed from the training grounds.

After navigating through rows of tents, Qiu Yu halted before one and announced, "Lord Ye Mo, Lord Xiao Yue, this is where Feng Chu is currently being held."

Entering the tent, they found a man sitting cross-legged upon the ground, while a woman in white robes waited nearby, clearly distressed.

"Ye Mo, Xiao Yue? You two have arrived," Bai Xueqin exclaimed, her surprise evident.

"Indeed. I received word that Feng Chu was wounded by our foes. What transpired exactly?" Ye Mo questioned.

"Within the contemporary Dead Soul Royal Family, twelve prodigies have been designated as the Twelve Princes by their Soul Master. Only ten have ventured to the Vanquishing Martial Realm, as the First and Twelfth Princes remained behind. Feng Chu was gravely incapacitated by the Eleventh Prince," Bai Xueqin explained, her brows furrowed in worry.

"Any individual anointed as one of the Twelve Princes by their Soul Master must surely stand as the most elite talent of the Wraith Land," Ye Mo observed.

"Though the Eleventh Prince’s cultivation sits roughly at the First Space-Time Gate, his actual combat efficacy rivals the Third Space-Time Gate. They employ a specialized array; Feng Chu, already fighting at a disadvantage, was crushed by their formation," Bai Xueqin detailed.

"I see. Rest easy. When he wakes, inform him that I will secure his vengeance," Ye Mo stated.

"What?" Bai Xueqin gasped. "Ye Mo, you intend to fight? You cannot! The Eleventh Prince’s power is unfathomable, and their deputy is a master of the Third Space-Time Gate. They likely anticipate reinforcements from the Lingwu Continent; should they unmask your identity, they will hunt you without mercy."

"Have no fear; when have you known me to enter a conflict without absolute certainty? Simply prepare for victory tomorrow!" With a calm smile, Ye Mo turned and exited the tent with Xiao Yue to relocate to their assigned quarters.

Once within the privacy of their tent, Ye Mo queried, "Yueyue, what was the nature of the aura technique you utilized earlier?"

The move surpassed his own Dragon’s Chant Domain; while his technique relied on oppressive external pressure, hers seemed to shroud the victims in profound disorientation.

"I discovered this technique while meditating beneath the Bodhi Tree. It is known as the Six Paths Aura," Xiao Yue explained softly. "Just as the Six Dao Deities embody six aspects of human existence, this aura forces those it touches to confront the darkest emotions of the six cycles, inducing mental instability. Its limitation is that the user must also endure this state, rendering me immobile while it remains active."

"Nonetheless, the technique is masterfully powerful. If you deploy the Six Paths Aura while I execute the Dragon’s Chant Domain, even a master of the Third Space-Time Gate could be dispatched instantly by the Peerless Motian," Ye Mo noted with a grin.

The combined synergy of the two domains would render most adversaries paralyzed, leaving them defenseless against the final, lethal blow.

"Yueyue, can you guarantee the success of the Six Paths Aura?" Ye Mo asked.

"Experts at the Half Honor level possess solidified soul bodies and may resist it, but standard martial artists will be vulnerable. However, they will snap out of their daze if they are struck by an attack," she clarified.

"Haha, perfect. You shall serve as my deputy tomorrow, and we will take them entirely by surprise," Ye Mo concluded, his confidence absolute. With the lethal combination of these unique internal arts and the devastating reach of his Heavenly Snare Blood Spear, he was prepared for the slaughter ahead.