The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1250 - 1251: Shadow Raider

Just a single day flew by in the wink of an eye.

Dawn arrived with a gloomy gray sky, and deafening horns together with war drums boomed across the military camp, rousing every soul into a feverish uproar.

Ye Mo and Xiao Yue were already standing beyond the camp's perimeter.

Right then, a hundred Wheel of Reincarnation Realm soldiers stood in perfect formation as a phalanx, primed to advance.

Leading this battle was a prodigy from Lingwu Continent's transmigration, a fact known to all hundred soldiers, filling them with eager excitement for the clash ahead.

"Ye Mo, be careful!"

Li Murong clapped Ye Mo on the shoulder.

Li Murong stood as the camp's mightiest warrior without question, yet the chief commander stayed back at base, joining fights only at critical junctures because neither faction exposed their top powers carelessly.

"Rest assured, Marshal, this time I will surely take the enemy’s head!"

Ye Mo declared with iron resolve.

"Great, do you have a mount?"

Li Murong inquired.

"A mount?"

Ye Mo looked baffled.

"In battles like these, the generals and vice-generals usually share a mount to bolster our side’s momentum."

Li Murong clarified.

Prior to the armies colliding, they sized up each other's aura, the general's power, and the mount's majestic presence.

"I don’t have a mount, but I do have a comrade, Little Jing!"

Ye Mo swung his hand, summoning Little Jing from the Sumeru ring in a flash; it morphed into a gigantic Amethyst Overlord Dragon right before their eyes.

Roar!

Little Jing unleashed a thunderous bellow that shook the earth. Though in Amethyst Overlord Dragon form at merely the Second Transformation of Wheel of Reincarnation, it ruled as king of the dinosaur tribe, exuding the innate majesty of royalty.

The ten-zhang-long Amethyst Overlord Dragon loomed like a titanic monster, leaving some battle-ready soldiers gasping in awe. Had the Amethyst Overlord Dragon been mightier, its sheer presence could have cowed the enemy ranks into terror without a single strike.

Ye Mo and Xiao Yue vaulted onto Little Jing’s head at once.

With no more delay, the troops surged forward immediately.

Rather than striding, the Amethyst Overlord Dragon soared straight into the sky, trailed by the hundred Wheel of Reincarnation Realm soldiers. In mere breaths, they streaked beyond the Spirit Martial Camp’s safe zone.

"Master Ye Mo, now that we’re out of the camp’s protection zone and within the Spirit Martial Camp’s territory, we need to be cautious."

Qiu Yu zipped over just then and warned, "Although we challenged the enemy this time, and they accepted, now that our army is outside the protected area, we might be ambushed by them."

Such ambushes served as tests of prowess.

These raiders were typically assassins, not aiming to slaughter the whole force but to sow disorder, stir panic, and then vanish brazenly.

"I just fear they have the guts to come but not to leave!"

Ye Mo scoffed boldly, then bellowed, "Everyone, stay alert!"

"Yes!"

The troops roared back as one, each expanding their field to shield themselves.

Midway along the path, a faint ripple pulsed through the air, so subtle even Ye Mo missed it at first.

Whizz!

A shadowy blur streaked across the sky, lunging to strike the army in a heartbeat.

"Everyone, watch out, there’s an enemy!"

Ye Mo yelled without hesitation.

Shock rippled through the soldiers instantly as their Heart Spirit Strength fanned out, pinpointing the foe.

Poof!

Blood sprayed from the ranks right away, one soldier's head gone in a flash, chased by another shadow's dart and a second decapitation.

This unfolded in the span of an eyeblink. Only as reactions kicked in did the shadow burst from the group as a streak of light, solidifying into a figure overhead.

Clad in black with sharp ears, blood-red fangs peeking from smirking lips, and foot-long talons on both hands slick with fresh gore.

Those claws had just sliced clean through two heads.

"He’s an attacker from the Wraith Camp called Dao Feng. He has ambushed our camp’s teams more than once. Each time, he kills a few of our people and then leaves, causing chaos in our camp."

Qiu Yu blurted out at once.

"Jie Jie, smart of you to recognize."

Dao Feng floated high above, confronting a hundred foes without flinching, his face twisted in scorn and glee. His gaze locked on Ye Mo and Xiao Yue astride the Amethyst Overlord Dragon. "So these are the general and vice-general you’re sending out? Such weak strength, looks like your Spirit Martial Camp is out of people."

"Care to try?"

Ye Mo grinned mockingly at Dao Feng. This shadowy assassin Dao Feng's power hit the mark of one Space-Time Gate opened, and though swift indeed, he paled utterly against the Gentle Rabbit Demon.

"Haha, as an assassin, I won’t confront you all head-on. Your lives are for the Eleventh Prince to collect!"

Dao Feng cackled, whipping his robe to flee.

"Leaving? Is it that easy?"

Ye Mo sneered coldly, erupting the Dragon’s Chant Domain in a burst. Golden radiance bloomed with draconic roars, slamming into Dao Feng without mercy.

Suddenly, Dao Feng found his vaunted mobility utterly sealed.

His style hinged on spatial jumps through the void, yet Ye Mo’s Dragon’s Chant Domain warped Time Law itself. Laws trumped raw might, and with Dao Feng hampered by the temporal weave plus meager cultivation, his pace crawled to a halt.

"Killing two of my army’s experts and thinking you can walk away scot-free?"

While he thrashed airborne in frantic flight, a voice echoed in his ears.

"What?"

Dao Feng jolted in panic, slashing wildly with limbs to etch claw trails that rent the void, blasting the air and barring any near approach.

"Die!"

Ye Mo materialized ahead abruptly, thrusting the Blood Fiend Spear with ease; it ripped a vast gash in space, dissolving the claw scars on contact. Another stab warped reality, trapping Dao Feng motionless with no way out.

Poof!

Before Dao Feng could counter, the Blood Fiend Spear impaled his throat, a colossal surge detonating his form from within.

A severed head and two Immortal Artifacts tumbled free, alongside a wisp of soul origin.

The encircling soldiers gaped in stunned silence. Dao Feng had raided them over ten times unscathed, eluding even Fourth Space-Time Gate openers, yet this Third Transformation of Wheel of Reincarnation Ye Mo slew him effortlessly.

Ye Mo snatched that soul wisp, then commanded, "Whoever finds the two Immortal Artifacts useful, take them, and hang the head up."

"Yes!"

The soldiers bellowed with fervor; the true fight lay ahead, yet spirits had skyrocketed already.