The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1260 - 1261: Father Ye Qing

These boulders aren't mere ordinary rocks; they've preserved the murderous aura from the Blood Prison Battlefield across tens of thousands of years, rendering them incredibly durable. Furthermore, Jin Tu has imbued them with his soul aura, transforming each one into something on par with Celestial Weapons.

"You dare to flaunt such trivial tricks in my presence?"

Ye Mo swiftly deployed the Dragon’s Chant Domain, blocking any escape for the pair. With just a flick of his hand, he summoned the Rising Dragon Pillar, which nearly completely drained the soul aura from the boulders. Deprived of that enveloping aura, the boulders' strength plummeted sharply. Ye Mo delivered a fierce tremor, and the boulders shattered entirely into powder.

"What?"

Jin Tu's face turned grim as a ominous feeling welled up inside him right away.

Buzz!

A circle of light abruptly surrounded them, filling Jin Tu and Silver Tu with intense agony that left them utterly exposed.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Mo abruptly launched his most powerful spear technique, Peerless Motian.

Splat.

The attacks struck true right on their heads. In an instant, numerous Immortal Artifacts along with a hefty portion of soul origin erupted from their forms, revealing that these two were no less than experts who had unlocked the Fourth Space-Time Gate. However, pitted against the joint might of Ye Mo and Xiao Yue, they were completely outmatched.

Ye Mo swept his hand, scooping up all the Immortal Artifacts and soul origin.

"Once back at the Five Element League, these Immortal Artifacts will go to the disciples advancing swiftly. It'll definitely propel the Five Element League to new heights."

Ye Mo remarked calmly.

"The Blood Prison Battlefield truly stands out as an ideal spot for collecting Immortal Artifacts. Be it from Wraith Land or Lingwu Continent, weapons concealed in the domains of fallen martial artists all converge here, resulting in a vast trove of Immortal Artifacts."

Xiao Yue nodded in accord.

The pair then vanished abruptly from the location.

Having sneaked inside, Ye Mo and Xiao Yue lurked undetected for three days. Over that period, Ye Mo took down 21 individuals in the Wraith Camp's domain, even as the full Spirit Martial Camp managed only 20 kills. The leaders felled by these two outstripped the tally of an entire camp.

This statistic sparked major unrest in the Wraith Camp.

Inside the Wraith Camp's base.

A youth bearing a golden outline sat opposite an elder sporting white whiskers and a profoundly ancient look.

"Hun Wuji, what's your take on this?"

The elder inquired coolly.

"Looking at the figures from the first two days versus the latest three, I reckon the foes have sent in warriors who've unlocked the Sevenfold Space-Time Gate, maybe even demi-honored ones."

Second Prince Hun Wuji commented.

"Demi-honored warriors surely won't be involved. Deploying them would compel us to counter similarly, and they're not so reckless. I believe potent infiltrators are hiding in our lands, striking down our leaders covertly."

The white-bearded elder countered.

Demi-honored fighters seldom intervene; detection would provoke equal retaliation. They deem it beneath them to hunt regular leaders. Such clashes only arise in all-out wars.

"Intriguing; I might even know who's behind it!"

Second Prince Hun Wuji nodded yet held back more words.

Soon, three figures arrived—two females and one male—positioning themselves before Second Prince Hun Wuji.

"Old Ninth, Old Eighth, Old Seventh, I've got a task for you three, and it's bound to thrill you."

Hun Wuji declared.

"Oh?"

Seventh Prince Xuan Kui, clad in a sheer long skirt that hugged her alluring curves, her ample chest subtly outlined, radiated seductive charm from head to toe, igniting lust in any man who beheld her.

"I think Ye Mo has slipped into our territory already. You three, scour our lands now; the one who nabs him claims the glory."

Hun Wuji grinned.

All three princes grinned suddenly; Ye Mo had seized the soul-riding Sky Lion from the Soul Master. Capturing him would net them huge merits.

"This Ye Mo seems fascinating; I'd love to check if he's truly a man."

Xuan Kui licked her lips, prompting the demi-honored elder with white brows next to Hun Wuji to gulp hard.

The Ninth and Eighth Princes stayed quiet, though their gazes burned fiercely.

The Wraith Camp dispatched these three princes solely to hunt Ye Mo. Unaware, Ye Mo and Xiao Yue pressed on.

But the peril they faced loomed enormous.

Among these three princes, even the least formidable Ninth Prince wielded battle prowess matching those with the Five-Time Space Gate open, while the Eighth and Seventh boasted strength akin to Six-Time Space Gate openers.

Additionally, each clutched one of the Ten Great Soul Tools.

Blood Prison Battlefield, summit of a towering mountain.

Space gradually wavered, resembling a serene ancient pond disturbed by a tossed stone, sending out concentric waves.

Moments later, a silhouette stepped out from the undulations, touching down straight on the peak.

Yet the silhouette stayed hazy, defying clear identification of features. Still, its outline suggested a male form.

From a distance, no one would spot anyone crowning the colossal peak.

Upon landing, he scanned the area briefly before sitting and murmuring, "Mo’er is truly within the Vanquishing Martial Realm. Yet per Little Ning, Mo’er took the Break-Extreme Pill, usable only in dire straits. Visiting Mo’er now would disrupt his cultivation instead."

His figure sharpened post-speech. Were Ye Mo present, shock would render him mute.

This was the one he yearned for day and night, set to revive in Wraith Land's Dead Soul Domain, defying Heaven and Earth Laws—his father, Ye Qing.

A supreme prodigy, falsely accused and slain by Qin Ya's Dantian seal, now manifesting in the Vanquishing Martial Realm with commanding aura.

"The Vanquishing Martial Realm's law powers will fade in time. Lingwu Continent's direst menace isn't Wraith Land's assault, but the Ancient Shenrui. I need to uncover why the Ancient Shenrui targets Lingwu Continent—a plot tied to a colossal mystery, possibly endangering the three worlds."

Ye Qing concluded, his shape fuzzing anew, blending into rippling space once more.

The event unfolded as though it never happened.

Meanwhile, turmoil gripped the Blood Prison Battlefield for seven days straight, both sides losing over 200 leaders—an underestimate still.

Should half the leaders perish, the ultimate showdown would ignite fully.