The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1265 - 1266: Breaking Free

"What are the conditions?"

Xuan Kui couldn’t resist asking.

"You three possess far greater power than me. Should I reveal how to craft seals and you later turn against me, wouldn’t that leave me in a dire position?"

Ye Mo remarked, "Unless you permit me to seal the Eighth Prince as well. The Ninth Prince’s presence ensures you needn’t worry about any deceit from me. The instant I impart the seal-crafting method, you must set me free immediately."

Should they betray their promise, he might handle a single foe, yet facing two would prove immensely tough.

"Fine!"

The Eighth Prince gave a nod, yet secretly sent a transmission to the Ninth Prince: "Old Ninth, right after Ye Mo shows us how to craft seals, launch your attack at once and slay him ruthlessly."

"No issue, he’ll meet a gruesome end!"

The Ninth Prince’s expression turned utterly grim. Given his power, dispatching Ye Mo would be effortless.

"Very well, I’ll have to offend you now!"

Ye Mo’s right hand swiftly produced a charm, which he slammed forcefully onto the Eighth Prince’s abdomen, sealing her in a flash.

Powerlessness washed over the Eighth Prince immediately, her strength withdrawing entirely into her Dantian. She couldn’t help but admire the seal’s formidable might at that instant.

"Now, shall we start?"

Xuan Kui urged promptly.

"Certainly."

Ye Mo agreed with a nod, retrieving several beast cores and charm papers before meticulously showing the procedure. He detailed the essentials, demonstrating merely a basic First Rank seal, which still left the trio in awe.

By harnessing the energy from beast cores, one could produce seals with various effects.

"As I explained earlier, seals typically fall into attack, defense, and body technique categories. Alter them into arrays and merge with the Dragonfly Eyes Demonic Array to replicate the seals I unleashed on you before."

Ye Mo stated evenly.

"I understand, but how exactly do we merge them?"

Xuan Kui questioned.

"That’s for you to figure out yourselves. Crafting seals isn’t simple; modifying the Wraith Formation demands at least an Eighth-Order Rune Master."

Ye Mo replied steadily, "What I showed was just the First Rank seal technique. Higher tiers like Phase 2 and Third Rank grow increasingly intricate and challenging."

"Hurry and reveal everything about the seal techniques!"

The Ninth Prince demanded eagerly. He burned with impatience to discover the prowess of advanced seals, a sentiment shared by the Eighth Prince and Xuan Kui, their faces etched with urgency.

"I remain trapped in your small world, my safety far from guaranteed."

Ye Mo drew a jade scroll from his Sumeru Ring and declared, "This jade scroll holds the methods for crafting all standard seals from the Lingwu Continent. Release me, and it’s yours. Any funny business, and I’ll destroy it on the spot."

"This Ye Mo is far too sly."

Xuan Kui inwardly cursed nonstop, though his face betrayed no fury. He messaged the Ninth Prince at once: "Free him. The moment he surrenders the jade scroll, seize him outright."

Hearing Xuan Kui’s transmission, the Ninth Prince remained outwardly calm, sneering deep within. How dare this insignificant pest bargain with me time and again? You’ll regret it once the jade scroll is ours.

Yet, to earn Ye Mo’s trust, he responded, "I’ll release you, but how can you assure us this jade scroll is authentic?"

Ye Mo smirked to himself, the Wraith Demon Emperor already amassing energy in secret. With Xuan Kui and the Eighth Prince’s Dantians sealed, they posed no threat. Subduing the Ninth Prince alone was the goal. His delays served only to allow the Wraith Demon Emperor time to condense energy for a fatal strike against the Ninth Prince.

Furthermore, Ye Mo wielded the Lu Xian Arm, brimming with immense power, capable of enduring mighty blows.

Still, such an assault could fire only once, yet it sufficed against the Ninth Prince.

"Haha, my life lies in your grasp—what reason would I have to trick you? Should the jade scroll prove false, your superior strength lets you recapture me with ease."

Ye Mo chuckled deliberately.

"Very well!"

The Ninth Prince nodded, flicking his hand. Space warped around them once more, depositing the four near the Abyssal Boundary of the Wraith Camp.

"Take the jade scroll!"

Ye Mo hurled it straight to the Ninth Prince and bolted away instantly, racing toward the Spirit Martial Camp’s defensive line.

The Ninth Prince snatched the jade scroll without verifying it. Gazing at Ye Mo’s escape path, a sneer of malice gleamed in his eyes.

"Brat, return to me at once!"

With a roar, the Ninth Prince splayed his fingers, collapsing the space ahead into a colossal spatial hand pulsing with infinite space power, poised to engulf Ye Mo’s head amid upheaving skies.

Suddenly, crushing pressure unlike any before bore down on Ye Mo. Yet he felt no shock; the Ninth Prince’s assault was anticipated.

The surrounding void hardened around Ye Mo like iron slabs, crackling as it compressed him, threatening to pulp his body.

The Ninth Prince materialized beside Ye Mo in a flash, sneering, "Brat, did you really believe escape was possible?"

"Hmph, I foresaw this treachery. Do you truly think the jade scroll I handed over is real?"

Ye Mo countered with a sneer.

"What did you say?"

Shock gripped the Ninth Prince.

"I said... die!"

Ye Mo bellowed fiercely, erupting with tremendous force that pulverized the iron-hard void, golden radiance piercing the heavens. Myriad Mu Longwu roared in unison as the Lu Xian Arm activated, the Blood Fiend Spear materializing in his grip.

Peerless Motian!

Ye Mo’s cry thundered with invincible fury, dispersing the void’s clouds.

His spear thrust across eons and realms, arriving at the Ninth Prince’s flank. Terrified by Ye Mo’s abrupt onslaught, the Ninth Prince paled and cried out, conjuring multiple spatial barriers to halt the strike. Yet the barriers crumbled before solidifying, the spear instantly breaching his black Immortal Artifact armor.

Slash!

Disbelief filled the Ninth Prince’s stare at Ye Mo, unable to grasp how this ant-like foe had rent his Immortal Artifact armor in one strike, striking his heart directly.

"Roar!"

The Ninth Prince bellowed, yanking the Blood Fiend Spear free with one hand before slashing wildly, hurling Ye Mo backward through the air.

"I’ll slaughter you!"

Baring his bloodied maw, the Ninth Prince lunged, reappearing behind Ye Mo to deliver his most wrathful punch, infused with shattering space, crashing down savagely.

"This is bad!"

Ye Mo glanced over his shoulder, sensing grave danger!

Though his prior spear had impaled the Ninth Prince’s heart, it failed to slay him outright. The foe’s form retained the Immortal Artifact armor’s protective might.