The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1266 - 1267: Mu Wanqing Appears

"Kid, this move is a Space Burst. I’ll make you shatter along with this space!"

With a furious roar, the Ninth Prince unleashed a punch, causing the nearby space to crumble instantly like crumbling brittle walls, unveiling boundless Spatial Storms.

"Hm?"

Knitting his brows tightly, the Ninth Prince realized his attack hadn’t struck Ye Mo at all—Ye Mo had vanished from his position the instant the punch connected.

Moments later, three figures materialized before the Ninth Prince.

A man and a woman positioned themselves ahead, Ye Mo standing right behind them.

Gazing at the pair shielding him, Ye Mo could only offer a bitter smile. Mu Wanqing and Mo Bufan had joined the Blood Prison Battlefield too.

"Are you two reinforcements sent by the Spirit Martial Camp?"

Even with grave wounds, the Ninth Prince eyed the duo ahead with utter contempt etched on his face.

"Did you injure him?"

Mu Wanqing fixed her icy gaze on the Ninth Prince.

"Do you even need to ask?"

Sneering disdainfully, the Ninth Prince flicked his hands, summoning a Spatial Longsword into his grip. He whirled around powerfully, slashing the blade savagely at the trio.

At once, massive chunks of space crashed down once more amid explosive crackles.

"Great Tomb Swallowing Heaven!"

Mu Wanqing cried out, devouring every bit of the bursting space.

Whipping out her longsword with lightning speed, Mu Wanqing twirled it and blocked right in the Ninth Prince’s path, infused with horrifying Sword Intent. She unleashed three rapid slashes in succession, each varying in form.

Shock gripped the Ninth Prince, who never imagined this abrupt woman could wield such might.

Bang!

Sweeping his palm sideways, the Ninth Prince made the encircling space whirl suddenly, as if aiming to shunt Mu Wanqing’s assault into another dimension.

But right then, Mo Bufan sprang into action, fully deploying the Three Time-Space Gates’ might and slamming a brutal palm into the Ninth Prince’s rear without delay.

Having suffered critical hits from Ye Mo earlier, the Ninth Prince was badly hurt and weakened drastically, nowhere near capable of unlocking the Second Temporal-Spatial Gateway. Moreover, as a peak powerhouse from Lingwu Continent, Mo Bufan’s strike inflicted devastating damage.

Meanwhile, Mu Wanqing’s blade plunged straight through the Ninth Prince’s throat.

"You, you!"

The Ninth Prince’s eyes bulged wide, brimming with utter incredulity.

"We are all geniuses transmitted from Lingwu Continent."

Mu Wanqing stated coldly.

"Haha!"

The Ninth Prince let out a savage howl, declaring, "You will die miserably, the Second Prince will avenge me!"

"Mu Wanqing, there are still two princes from the Dead Soul Royal Family ahead, I’ve sealed their Dantian and deceived them by saying only I can undo it. Make sure they don’t escape."

Ye Mo instructed.

"Alright!"

In unison, Mu Wanqing and Mo Bufan vanished from sight.

"Shatter the body, merge with space!"

As the pair departed, the Ninth Prince resolved instantly, exploding his form and merging entirely into the void.

"Trying to escape?"

Ye Mo recognized this as a formidable skill that broke the body into pieces and blended them into space.

Hands flashing through seals, Ye Mo summoned two Vajra Bells from above while unleashing the Five Elements Immortal Futu Palm with ferocious force. Golden Buddhist radiance, almost solid, soon billowed like tides from his core.

Hum, hum, hum!

Bell tolls rang out like funeral dirges across the area, forcing a ragged silhouette to burst from hidden space.

Ye Mo extended his palm broadly, delving straight into spatial depths to seize the gore-soaked Ninth Prince.

Shattered Immortal Artifact armor draped the Ninth Prince, his frame marred by blood, quaking fiercely as he wailed, "Spare me, spare me! I am the Ninth Prince of the Dead Soul Royal Family, I’ll give you many benefits. If you kill me, the Second Prince won’t let you off; you’ll die miserably."

Though battered severely by Mu Wanqing and Mo Bufan’s combined assault, he’d felt confident before. His Space Technique let him fragment his body and flee by fusing with space.

Yet he never foresaw Ye Mo’s overwhelming area-wide assault prowess.

"Is that so? I’ve seen the Second Prince’s methods, and they’re nothing much."

Ye Mo chuckled, adding, "I just wonder if your so-called Sixth Prince, Fifth Prince, or the like are qualified to play with me."

With those words, Ye Mo squeezed his fist hard, lopping off the foe’s head and silencing the Ninth Prince’s last cry sharply.

Right away, two items erupted from his corpse: the already ruined armor and a necklace.

Its pendant, a violet crystal, radiated shimmering light.

"This is a Soul Device, Soul Clan’s Glory, the strongest Soul Defense Immortal Artifact among the Ten Great Soul Tools."

The Wraith Demon Emperor declared at once.

"So this is the Soul Defense Immortal Artifact?"

Examining the "Soul Clan’s Glory," Ye Mo slipped it on immediately. A soothing force flowed into him, penetrating the Butu Tower to create a purple barrier safeguarding his spirit.

"What a miraculous treasure!"

Ye Mo’s amazed words had barely left his lips when his face twisted. The purple barrier started contracting swiftly.

"Damn it, the Artifact Spirit of this Immortal Artifact is up to no good!"

Ye Mo’s expression darkened; his spirit rose swiftly, forming a spear and stabbing viciously, but the purple barrier held firm.

Witnessing this, Hong Ling rushed into the Spiritual Artifact Space alongside Qiu Qiu, jabbing her spear with might, yet failing to breach the purple barrier.

"Impossible, what exactly is this layer of purple light membrane?"

Even with Qiu Qiu’s Power of Yin and Yang, Hong Ling’s spear couldn’t penetrate.

"This is a treasure capable of withstanding Heart Force attacks, and being one of Wraith Land’s Ten Great Soul Tools, it isn’t easily broken."

Explained the Wraith Demon Emperor.

"Just one of the Ten Great Soul Tools."

A sluggish voice rang out abruptly, and within the Butu Tower’s Spiritual Artifact Space, an odd seal materialized, sticking fast to the purple barrier. The compressing purple sheen warped instantly before exploding apart.

"How is this possible? It actually broke the defense of the Soul Clan’s Glory in one move?"

The Wraith Demon Emperor recognized the actor as the Suppression Celestial Seal’s Artifact Spirit.

"No matter how strong it is, it’s just an Immortal Artifact. Since this Immortal Artifact’s Artifact Spirit is so disobedient, I’ll go teach him a lesson."

The indolent voice resounded once more. Ye Mo saw the plump figure slip into the Soul Clan’s Glory’s Spiritual Artifact Space. Moments later, after executing some moves, it clapped its hands and retreated to its domain.

"Alright, that thing doesn’t dare to make trouble anymore."

The plump one announced upon completion, then sank into slumber right away.