The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1255 - 1256: Soul Riding Heavenly Lion

"Yes!"

Upon hearing Li Murong’s declaration, soldiers and leaders bellowed together, their roars merging into a savage chorus brimming with killing intent.

Ye Mo summoned Little Jing once more, guiding the squad ahead.

On this occasion, Ye Mo’s team avoided any ambush, allowing the hundred-strong force to reach the abyss’s brink without issue.

Yet, the Wraith Camp’s troops had not shown up.

"Boy from the Lingwu Continent, Ye Mo, you really have the guts to take up this challenge; looks like you’ve come prepared."

A colossal beast soared toward them, exceeding twenty zhang in length. It had a dragon-like body but a lion’s head, vast wings, and sharp barbs lining those wings.

Though ugly in appearance, this creature exuded tremendous menace. Hot breaths snorted from its nostrils, making the Spirit Martial Camp soldiers recoil a bit.

Two figures perched on the beast’s back, with Ao Zi clearly in command. A middle-aged man, probably his second-in-command, stood behind him.

Ye Mo felt shocked that Ao Zi brought no troops—just one man and this beast.

"The Soul Riding Heavenly Lion!"

The moment the giant beast appeared, disbelief flashed in the Wraith Demon Emperor’s gaze.

Spotting the shift in the Wraith Demon Emperor, Ye Mo furrowed his brow, sensing this beast was no ordinary foe.

Ye Mo sensed the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion wasn’t a typical Demon Beast. Its aura alone marked it at Wheel of Reincarnation Nine Transformations, laced with an archaic evil presence.

"Looks like Ao Zi is Ao Cangwu’s son."

The Wraith Demon Emperor remarked.

"Who’s Ao Cangwu?"

Ye Mo inquired with curiosity.

"Haha, you don’t even know Ao Cangwu, but you talk of revenge? The Soul Master’s true name is Ao Cangwu, and this Soul Riding Heavenly Lion was his mount. Ao Zi riding it means he’s probably Ao Cangwu’s heir. Know where this Soul Riding Heavenly Lion came from?"

The Wraith Demon Emperor posed the question once more.

"This Soul Riding Heavenly Lion arose from Heaven and Earth’s Wraith Energy essence, gaining an unbreakable form—even the Wraith Land couldn’t hold it. In the end, Ao Cangwu sealed it using Wraith Origin inside himself to curb its might and claimed it as his ride."

The Wraith Demon Emperor explained offhandedly.

Gathering Heaven and Earth’s Wraith Energy meant fusing with Wraith Origin; with the energy unscattered, it truly achieved immortality.

"Clearly, Soul Master Ao Cangwu holds Ao Zi in high regard."

Ye Mo voiced his astonishment, his gaze then sharpening with resolve.

Ao Zi eyed Ye Mo, forced to respect the youth’s boldness in showing up for the fight.

"No one seeks death on purpose; since I took the challenge, I’ve got ways to handle you!"

Ye Mo grinned casually, staying utterly composed.

As those words landed, tension gripped the leader next to Ao Zi, who couldn’t help admiring Ye Mo’s guts.

"Haha, now facing Lord Soul Rider, got any of that confidence left?"

Ao Zi taunted, and the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion let out a thunderous roar. A savage blast of aura swept across the abyss, slamming into everyone with explosive terror, hurling the airborne hundred soldiers backward.

"Just a filthy pig!"

Ye Mo scoffed contemptuously, while at the same time, Lu Xian’s arm glowed purple, a black flame wheel manifesting in his grasp.

He was able to form three spirit essences now, unleashing them thrice.

"Hmph, seeking death—watch the might of the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion!"

Ao Zi sneered coldly, prompting the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion to gape its maw and unleash horrifying Wraith Energy. It surged wildly, stirring winds and clouds. Space warped under the solid-like Wraith Energy’s force, birthing a twisting storm that hurtled straight at them.

Spectating soldiers paled at the sight; merely the mount’s strike was this dreadful—how could they overcome Ao Zi?

Ye Mo observed the oncoming spiral storm, then slashed forth the black flame wheel from his hand.

The black wheel collided with the storm, ripping it apart instantly. Blazing spiritual flames erupted, setting the Wraith Energy ablaze in a vast inferno.

Ao Zi stared in shock at the unfolding spectacle.

"Master Ao Zi, retreat now!"

His nearby leader yelled urgently.

True enough, a fiery wheel sliced through the black flames, homing in on them.

Ao Zi’s expression twisted, and the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion shot skyward, yet the black flame wheel pursued relentlessly like a guided strike.

"Damn it, what martial art is that?"

Terror gripped Ao Zi’s features as he unsheathed a longsword pulsing with fearsome energy to clash with the wheel.

Boom!

Crackle!

The Immortal Artifact longsword shattered in a flash, the wheel exploding into rampaging black flames.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Ao Zi staggered back again and again.

"Master Ye Mo’s techniques are truly powerful."

"Haha, that arrogant punk deserves it for flaunting."

Spirit Martial Camp soldiers grinned delightedly at the sight, stunned that Ye Mo had seized advantage in the opening exchange.

No one foresaw Ye Mo’s strike wounding the foe right away.

"That technique is quite something!"

Ao Zi’s visage grew grim; a single opponent move had thrashed him badly.

"Wonder if you can take this one?"

Ye Mo consumed another spirit essence drop, forming an Immortal Cycle of Life and Death.

Ao Zi’s heart raced staring at the palm wheel, its black flames dancing wildly.

"Hmph!"

Ao Zi’s expression froze over, a ferocious aura erupting from him.

Ao Zi was evidently unleashing his real power.

Boom!

Ao Zi’s strength flooded out like a torrent, akin to a volcanic blast. His frame expanded, and torrents of Wraith Energy from the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion poured into him.

A gigantic demon silhouette materialized behind him abruptly, its wail echoing across the skies.

Soldiers below Wheel of Reincarnation Nine Transformations felt chills crawl over their scalps, the oppressive aura nearly choking them.

The Immortal Cycle of Life and Death dimmed noticeably against this pressure.

Yet Ye Mo showed no fear, shifting his body to invoke the Dragon’s Chant Domain, hurling the Immortal Cycle of Life and Death at Ao Zi.

The leader nearby shuddered in horror at this.

Daring to meet Ao Zi’s assault directly spelled certain doom.

"Haha, bring it—today you’ll witness our Dead Soul Holy Clan’s Demon Devouring!"

With those words, the demon shadow behind Ao Zi ballooned massively, surging forth with crushing force that even warped Ye Mo’s Dragon’s Chant Domain.