The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1252 - 1253: Morale Soars

With only the Tomb Dragon Power at his disposal, Ye Mo could barely withstand experts who had opened the Space-time Gate once. It required combining the Dragon Pattern Domain, Blood Fiend Spear, and Peerless Motian to triumph over those who had opened the Space-time Gate three times.

However, the Eleventh Prince possessed power that went beyond the stage of opening the Space-time Gate three times.

"Ten Great Soul Tools!"

Ye Mo felt stunned.

Just like the Seven Great Evil Weapons, these Ten Great Soul Tools ranked among the most formidable entities on their continents.

"Ye Mo!"

Xiao Yue witnessed the scene and erupted in fury right away.

In a flash, a vast light ring expanded outward from Xiao Yue's position. The formerly cocky and triumphant Eleventh Prince suddenly experienced a surge of intense nausea inside, gripped by overwhelming frailty, his complexion shifting dramatically: "What sort of martial art is this?"

Under the combined influence of the Dragon Pattern Domain and the Six Paths Halo, the Eleventh Prince found himself completely immobilized.

At this sight, Ye Mo charged ahead, unleashing Peerless Motian in an instant, thrusting straight toward the Eleventh Prince’s skull.

"Tenth Prince, save me!"

Terror filled the Eleventh Prince’s face; unable to budge, he cast aside his final trace of arrogance, shrieking desperately into the heavens.

Ye Mo’s heart jolted at the Eleventh Prince’s shrill screams, never suspecting the Tenth Prince lurked so close by.

Still, Ye Mo showed no hesitation, grasping the moment to drive his spear with savage force.

"You’ve shamed our Dead Soul Royal Family utterly, failing against a mere youth."

Right as Ye Mo’s spear neared the Eleventh Prince’s brow, a violet halo materialized before him, crafting a crystalline shield.

"Hmph!"

Ye Mo let out a cold huff, channeling his complete Tomb Dragon Power; the enchanted red tassel spear shattered the shield in a blink, exploding the Eleventh Prince’s head.

Quickly, a vast quantity of soul origin drifted from his corpse, alongside two Immortal Artifacts that tumbled out—one the black sword, the other the Demon Blood Wings.

"How dare you!"

Seeing Ye Mo dismantle his technique and slay the Eleventh Prince, a booming voice reverberated across the void, splitting open a massive rift from which a purple silhouette stepped forth.

Upon his emergence, the whole space wove itself into myriad violet strands, weaving a colossal net overhead where the figure perched.

"Are you the prodigy shifted from Lingwu Continent? Rumors say you conquered two trials of the Intermediate Dream Entering Stone in just 38 seconds—a frightening pace, merely three seconds behind our Eldest Prince."

The purple figure displayed a hint of fury.

Ye Mo stayed quiet, eyes locked on the man. His skin gleamed pale purple, clad in violet robes, exuding a malevolent vibe, and Ye Mo detected an unfathomable presence.

By instinct, Ye Mo knew this so-called Tenth Prince was immensely powerful, leagues ahead of the Eleventh Prince.

Through the Eye of the Divine Beast, Ye Mo discerned the Second Temporal-Spatial Gateway opened within him; yet his aura rivaled those at the Fourth Space-Time Gate, and he probably wielded one of the Ten Great Soul Tools. No ordinary Fourth Space-Time Gate opener could challenge him.

"Are you the Tenth Prince?"

Ye Mo inquired steadily.

"I am the Tenth Prince, Ao Zi. That eleventh fool disgraced our Dead Soul Clan, so death was his due. But your insolence in disregarding my command is outrageous."

Ao Zi declared icily.

"And who might you be?"

Ye Mo sneered disdainfully, reaching out to seize the Demon Blood Wings, only for Ao Zi to flick a finger—the vast net contracted, ensnaring Ye Mo.

Ye Mo thrust the Blood Fiend Spear into the violet net, but its elasticity defied penetration, trapping him immediately.

Ye Xiao, seeing this, swung the Six Daos Reincarnation Scepter to smash it and free Ye Mo, yet the net proved unbreakable.

"Your petty schemes mean nothing before me."

Ao Zi stated with indifference, waving his arm once more to reclaim the Demon Blood Wings, adding, "Strictly speaking, my intervention breaks the rules, but the Demon Blood Wings are Wraith Land’s property; they won’t go to vermin like you. Your lives? I’ll take them tomorrow."

Camp leaders were barred from meddling in rival camps’ fights.

With that, the Tenth Prince withdrew the violet net and vanished into the void.

"That fellow’s power is immense, far exceeding the Eleventh Prince’s—and even against the Eleventh alone, victory wasn’t assured for me."

The Eleventh Prince had opened just one Space-time Gate, yet his soul origin vastly outstripped expectations, leaving Ye Mo uncertain in a duel. As for Tenth Prince Ao Zi, his dominance was absolute, binding Ye Mo effortlessly with that net.

Nevertheless, with the Eleventh Prince slain, victory was theirs.

Ye Mo and Xiao Yue wasted no time, hurrying back to the fray.

"Your general lies dead."

Xiao Yue announced coldly to the clashing forces.

Abruptly, Wraith Camp troops descended into chaos, poised to scatter, until Ye Mo unfurled the Dragon’s Chant Domain anew, slashing their mobility.

Soon after, the Wraith Camp force was utterly annihilated.

This clash saw Ye Mo’s faction dominate, eliminate the Eleventh Prince, and claim over fifty Immortal Artifacts plus fifty top-grade Celestial Weapons.

"Haha, a glorious triumph!"

Li Murong boomed with laughter in the camp, surrounded by leaders wearing varied looks.

"Ye Mo, smashing the Wraith Camp has lifted our spirits sky-high, and offing the Eleventh Prince from Wraith Land feels exhilarating."

Seated nearby, Ye Mo grinned and replied, "Our foes grew arrogant this time, skipping even a deputy leader, and slaying their Eleventh Prince will rattle them badly."

Ye Mo omitted the Tenth Prince’s intervention; word of his easy capture would crush morale, though few had witnessed it.

"Haha, the more they scorn us, the greater our edge."

Li Murong chuckled, beckoning with one hand as a book soared to him, settling before his seat.

"Ye Mo, here’s the Book of Soldiers. Per camp protocol, felling a leader earns you one."

Li Murong explained.

Ye Mo eyed the Book of Soldiers, his mind probing its depths, detecting spirits of ancient experts and even their essence-energy-spirit within.

"Thank you, Marshal!"

Ye Mo saluted with clasped hands.

"With the Eleventh Prince dead, the enemy will rage and probably call out Ye Mo directly for combat."

A leader commented.

"Report!"

Suddenly, a frantic call rang out as a scout burst into the tent, declaring, "Reporting to the Chief Commander—the foe camp has challenged Ye Mo by name, for a showdown at noon tomorrow in the Abyss of Dead Spirits."