The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1257 - 1258: Second Prince Hun Wuji

"Damn it, what the hell is going on?"

Ao Zi gazed intently at the unfolding scene in disbelief, yelling out, "Lord Soul Rider, what happened to you?"

Freed from Ao Zi’s command, Ye Mo easily escaped the Sky-Shrouding Net’s restraints, jumping onto the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion’s head and declaring, "What Lord Soul Rider? The Soul Riding Heavenly Lion isn’t anything impressive—it was simply possessed by Little Jing."

"What? Possession?"

Shocked, Ao Zi remembered the earlier moment when a massive shadow had lunged straight into the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion’s form, causing it to turn against him.

Was the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion truly possessed? A chill crept over Ao Zi’s body; this beast, forged from Heaven and Earth’s Wraith Energy, commanded even the Soul Master’s reverence, yet it had been overtaken.

Just what sort of Demon Beast was this Little Jing?

"Little Jing, hurry and assist Sister Xiao Yue to take down that leader."

Now in the form of the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion, Ye Mo held back, allowing Little Jing to unleash its might. With a flap of its wings, it vanished and reappeared right in front of Zhang He.

Zhang He paled in terror, slashing his longsword furiously at Little Jing’s frame. Metal rang out on impact, but no damage was inflicted on the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion.

Little Jing darted once more, unleashing a ferocious storm that shredded Zhang He—who had unlocked the Fourth Space-Time Gate—into fragments in an instant.

"Haha, excellent work!"

Ye Mo stroked Little Jing’s head, shifted position, and landed in front of Ao Zi, stating, "You have to be the Soul Master’s son; why else would he hand over the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion to you?"

"And so what if I am?"

Ao Zi replied with composure.

"Perfect then; slaying you will feel all the more gratifying."

Ye Mo thought back to the Rune Convention incident, where the Soul Master’s pressure had nearly ended him, along with Elder Fu Chen’s and the little girl’s deaths—all tied to the Soul Master. Plus, with the Vanquishing Martial Realm’s Power of Laws fading, Soul Master Ao Cangwu would soon unleash his forces on Lingwu Continent.

Eliminating his son would surely provide some relief.

"What? You dare kill me? Think you can?"

Ao Zi scoffed, "I’m the Soul Master’s son; do you dare? Kill me, and no matter your identity, your doom will be a hundredfold worse."

"I fear not your father; why would I fear you?"

Ye Mo bellowed in fury, advancing with steps that cracked the void, his spear stabbing straight toward Ao Zi.

Boundless grudges fueled this spear thrust from Ye Mo; even the weapon’s intent felt his rage, sharpening the Azure Light sword further.

Whizz!

Abruptly, a golden sword beam sliced through the boundless darkness, blocking Ao Zi’s path instantly and swelling to stop Ye Mo’s strike dead.

"Who’s there? Cowardly sneak attack."

Activating the Eye of the Divine Beast, Ye Mo spotted a faint ripple in the air, using his final spirit essence drop to hurl the Immortal Cycle of Life and Death at it.

In a flash, another sword beam emerged oddly, as if halting time and space, smashing into the Immortal Cycle of Life and Death. It buzzed and spun like a grinding wheel upon clash.

Boom!

Crack!

Both the Immortal Cycle of Life and Death and the Azure Light sword fractured at once, their clash wiping out everything nearby.

The enormous shockwave forced Ye Mo and Xiao Yue stumbling backward, the space behind them splintering like shattered glass.

"Haha, the Second Prince has arrived; your end is sealed."

Regaining some strength from his wounds, Ao Zi burst from the rift and fled far away.

Yet another sword beam gleamed, this time forming a human silhouette suspended in the void, his strides leaping across eras, eons flashing by him.

Clearly, this expert had perfected the Power of Time.

"This guy’s incredibly powerful, surpassing ordinary Demi-Honored Fighters; Li Murong might not stand a chance against him."

The Wraith Demon Emperor warned.

Demi-Honored Fighters had condensed their Soul origin into a Soul Body, granting immense regeneration though lacking spiritual assaults.

Ye Mo eyed the golden silhouette—slim build akin to Lingwu Continent folk, strikingly handsome.

His flowing golden hair danced without breeze, gripping a radiant golden sword.

Though youthful-looking, he’d attained Demi-Honored level, surely the Second Prince Ao Zi mentioned, rivaled only by the First Prince in power.

"You’re the Second Prince, right? Barging in like this violates the rules, no?"

Ye Mo betrayed no dread. With their Second Prince here, Li Murong should show soon too.

Besides, battles between generals barred outside interference.

This Second Prince’s interference shattered that code.

"Ao Zi’s the Soul Master’s son; your petty rules pale against his safety."

The Second Prince stated indifferently, "Truthfully, I just spared you; had you slain Ao Zi, the First Prince wouldn’t rest until you suffered. Heaven and Earth couldn’t shield you—your fate would dwarf my own cruelty."

The Second Prince’s words painted the First Prince as ruthless, likely a Divine Venerate Realm powerhouse.

"Your tricks are unimpressive; even if his are myriad times harsher, so what?"

Ye Mo shot back icily, "With your Soul Master’s mount in my grasp, do you believe I’d cower before you?"

"I’m unsure of your trick, but the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion is Wraith Land’s sacred treasure—the Soul Master will reclaim it. Even controlled by you, it’s merely Fourth Space-Time Gate strength."

The Second Prince implied the beast’s might posed no threat; he could dispatch Ye Mo effortlessly.

"Hun Wuji!"

A light streak whooshed by, Li Murong arriving with numerous leaders, all fixing grave stares on the Second Prince.

"Hun Wuji, what’s this? Ignorant of Blood Prison Battlefield rules?"

Li Murong confronted Hun Wuji in rage, his voice restrained, evidently wary of him.

"Rules? A nobody’s death wouldn’t draw me, but Ao Zi’s the Soul Master’s heir—his demise would burden me heavily."

Hun Wuji smirked faintly, his arrogant words shifting Li Murong and the others’ faces.

As son of Wraith Land’s Dominator, Soul Master Ao Cangwu, Ao Zi naturally warranted rule-breaking protection from his side.

Such protocols dated back to the Blood Prison Battlefield’s inception.

Without them, losing sides would summon endless experts, dragging fights eternally.