The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1263 - 1264: Interrogation

"Haha, handing me over to Ao Cangwu means I’d be better off dead. Does destroying my cultivation make any difference?"

A cold sneer escaped Ye Mo’s lips: "Your Wraith Land’s Wraith Formation is truly formidable, yet riddled with flaws. It overpowers regular martial artists, but those skilled in multiple arts shatter it with ease. But the Wraith Formation I unleashed moments ago—how many in your Wraith Land could possibly dismantle it? Master two High-grade Soul Death Formations for me, and I’d perfect your own High-grade Soul Death Formation."

Ye Mo’s words stunned the three princes. The Wraith Formation he had imposed on them perfectly patched its vulnerabilities. Mastering just two High-grade Soul Death Formations might grant them the edge to vie for the Crown Prince throne.

"Alright, share the technique with us, and we’ll let you live."

Xuan Kui proposed with a sycophantic grin.

"What about them?"

Ye Mo glanced at the Ninth Prince and Eighth Prince.

"Hmph, Seventh Sister speaks for us all. Hand over the method, and you survive—but don’t expect mercy next time."

The Ninth Prince, armored in black, folded his arms and declared icily.

"Your promises ring hollow."

Ye Mo eyed the trio and stated, "First, free the woman at my side."

Xuan Kui cast a leering gaze at Xiao Yue’s features, irritation mounting, and scoffed, "Scram already? Flat chest, no curves."

"Yueyue, head back to camp right away."

Ye Mo transmitted mentally.

"Ye Mo, those three won’t spare you."

Xiao Yue responded.

"Relax, they desperately crave the Wraith Formation upgrade. Until they get it, my life’s safe."

Ye Mo assured her.

Xiao Yue nodded—lingering helped nothing—so she soared toward the Spirit Martial Camp for aid.

Moments later, she vanished into the distance, bound for the Spirit Martial Camp’s base.

"Hmph!"

Xuan Kui shared a look with the Ninth Prince; with a sweeping motion, the Ninth Prince flipped Ye Mo’s world, space itself inverting wildly.

Instantly, Ye Mo realized he stood elsewhere, trapped in a separate dimension.

"Incredible power!"

Ye Mo guessed this realm merged the burly man’s small world: "Even I couldn’t shift from here into my small world—it’s like bridging two realms."

"What’s the point of this, you three?"

Ye Mo demanded at once.

"No ulterior motive. Frankly, your Wraith Formation enhancement is ingenious. We three command High-grade Soul Death Formations and yearn to learn it too. To dodge disturbances, I dragged you into my small world. Escape’s futile; my Space Technique mastery outstrips all."

The Ninth Prince explained coolly.

"Planning to silence me after prying the secret?"

Ye Mo pressed.

"Hmph, Spirit Martial Camp turf restrained us, but here in my small world domain, silence screams nothing—even if you clam up, I’ll wrench it out."

The Ninth Prince retorted.

"Looks like sincerity’s beyond you."

Ye Mo grasped their wariness outside but lawlessness within this hidden space, unknown to all.

Ye Mo recalled seizing the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion from the Soul Master; they itched to deliver him while coveting the Wraith Formation boost for their gain.

"Forgotten our lineage? Dead Soul Royal Family excels at souls and minds. Refuse to spill? Witness my art."

Whoosh!

The Ninth Prince smacked Ye Mo’s skull, probing to seize his heart minion within.

All watched as radiant purple translucence bloomed in the Ninth Prince’s palm, surging through Ye Mo’s crown into his core, hunting the heart minion for domination.

"Remarkable!"

Ye Mo marveled inwardly, calm amid shock, certain his heart minion hid safe in the Butu Tower—breaching it proved no simple task.

"Some force repels my intrusion. Let’s see your endurance."

The Ninth Prince bellowed, violet glow raging into Ye Mo, assaulting the Butu Tower. Yet the purple force spared the tower harm, refining Ye Mo’s Heart Spirit Strength instead.

Half an incense stick later, the Ninth Prince yielded, failing to reach the heart minion.

"Grateful for the boost, Ninth Prince—my Heart Force just hit Ninth Rank Intermediate Stage."

Ye Mo grinned serenely.

"What?!"

Rage choked the Ninth Prince near to hemorrhage; his strike hadn’t enslaved Ye Mo’s spirit but forged it stronger.

That Ninth Prince’s technique pierced spirits for mastery, yet Ye Mo’s dwelled shielded in the Butu Tower, repelling all.

Ye Mo himself learned this only now, amid the assault revealing the Butu Tower’s hidden prowess.

Forged from Five Elements Mountain’s treasures, the Butu Tower’s full might remained veiled.

"Coveting my life and the Wraith Formation refinement? Not so simple."

Ye Mo smirked: "Release me now, and I’d share the Wraith Formation method straight away—no need for these antics."

"Freedom’s off the table."

The Ninth Prince decreed firmly: "But pledge this: yield the Wraith Formation upgrade and Soul Riding Heavenly Lion, and I vow your safety—the Soul Master spares you."

"Hmph, I grasp Ao Cangwu’s temperament deeper than you; how dare you vouch for me before the Soul Master sans Crown Prince title?"

Ye Mo shot back frostily.

"Stubborn brat ignoring kindness?"

The Ninth Prince snarled savagely, slamming Ye Mo airborne: "Speak or die now."

Ye Mo dabbed blood from his lips, eyeing the Ninth Prince’s ferocity with secret delight: "You’d have slain me already if death was your aim; my dual Wraith Formations have you hooked completely."

"You!"

The Ninth Prince reared for another blow but Seventh Prince Xuan Kui intervened.

"Brutes only grasp brawls and slaughter."

Xuan Kui winked seductively: "Handling men? That’s my specialty. You two, withdraw."

The Ninth and Eighth Princes caught Xuan Kui’s drift and departed, confident no male evaded her snare.