The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1267 - 1268: Hun Wuji’s Fury

"Powerful!"

Truly, the Artifact Spirit within the Suppression Celestial Seal displayed immense might. As the light barrier reappeared without any ill intent toward him, Ye Mo finally eased his tension.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two silhouettes dashed over from the distance, halting directly before him.

These arrivals were none other than Mu Wanqing and Mo Bufan.

One had to admit, without their timely intervention this time, Ye Mo's life would have hung by a thread.

"How fare the Seventh Prince and Eighth Prince?"

Ye Mo inquired of Mu Wanqing.

"They're dead. What exactly transpired? Their power reached at least the five-time Space-time Gate opening level, maybe even six times, but you sealed their dantian anyway."

Mu Wanqing cried out in astonishment.

Ye Mo shared his ordeal with the pair, prompting shocked looks from them. They were utterly amazed that he escaped such a deadly predicament—had they been in his shoes, it would've spelled doom.

Not just sealing the dantians of those two, Ye Mo had also inflicted heavy wounds on one. Impressively, all three hailed from the Wraith Land as top talents, armed with vast skills and prowess, yet Ye Mo, far inferior in raw power, outschemed them.

"With three of their princes slain, they'll explode in rage for sure."

After grasping the Blood Prison Battlefield's latest developments, Mu Wanqing stated.

"Let them fume. Taking down three princes is a huge feat, bound to bring us hefty rewards. Head back to camp and claim our prizes."

Ye Mo proposed.

Without delay, the trio made their way back to camp. En route, Xiao Yue appeared, guiding a group of leaders their way. Spotting Ye Mo safe, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Wraith Camp!

Bam!

Within the Chief Commander's tent, a desk exploded into splinters. This was the commander's personal table, forged with extreme durability that even Celestial Weapons struggled to dent, but one palm unleashed myriad sword gleams, shredding it utterly.

"I'm enraged! Three princes perished to the foes—how is this possible? With their might, they could flee unscathed from a Half Honor expert, yet all three dropped together. Utter trash and failures!"

Second Prince Hun Wuji seethed with fury, rage pouring from every inch of him as he clutched their shattered Soul Tokens, signs of their demise.

"Report!"

"Enter!"

A slender middle-aged man bowed and announced: "Master Hun Wuji, our probe confirms Ye Mo orchestrated it. Word is, the Ninth Prince dragged Ye Mo into his personal realm, but upon exit, the Seventh and Eighth Princes had their dantians sealed, rendered helpless, while the Ninth lay critically wounded and was finished off by Spirit Martial Camp powerhouses."

"Ye Mo pulled this off?"

Ye Mo's figure flashed back in Hun Wuji's thoughts. How had he sealed their dantians? Did that kid hide some profound secret?

"Yes, the news has circulated in their camp, crushing our troops' spirits entirely. Certain leaders cower inside, too scared to face enemy chiefs."

The man continued.

Even Hun Wuji hadn't foreseen that Ye Mo, whom he viewed as mere vermin, would emerge as such a wildcard. Power aside, this foe had claimed three Dead Soul Royal Family princes.

Moreover, what unfolded in the Ninth Prince's realm with Ye Mo? Emerging with two dantians sealed and one badly hurt.

The greatest fear lies in the unknown, and Ye Mo clearly packed a slew of hidden aces.

"We must crush that Ye Mo punk. He even snatched the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion."

After some reflection, Hun Wuji deemed Ye Mo their top danger.

"Any stirrings from the Spirit Martial Camp?"

Hun Wuji asked.

"Reports say they've summoned more elites, ferried via passages from Lingwu Continent masters."

Answered the middle-aged man.

"Lingwu Continent's shipped over plenty of young warriors, it seems."

Hun Wuji calmed himself, massaging his temples: "Third and Fourth Elders remain in closed-door cultivation, and I, as Chief Commander, can't move yet. Just Ao Zi, Sixth Brother, and Fifth Elder stand ready."

Ao Zi's strength no longer menaced the Spirit Martial Camp overtly, while neither Fifth nor Sixth Prince excelled in assault.

"The Ninth Prince, with his potent spatial gifts and Soul Clan's Glory, could evade Divine Venerate powerhouses unharmed, yet he fell so easily."

Recalling this, Hun Wuji's ire flared anew; had the Ninth's realm matched higher, even Hun Wuji might've struggled against him.

"Those three idiots believed themselves unbeatable."

Abruptly, a tall, lithe figure in white robes entered, exuding suave poise, his voice soft and measured.

"Wen Chichi, no gloating over the fallen. Losing those three means little; plenty crave the Twelfth Prince spot, but they've likely grabbed the three Soul Devices."

Hun Wuji noted.

"I'll snatch those three Soul Devices right now!"

Wen Chichi proclaimed.

"Oh? Stirring at last?"

Hun Wuji chuckled.

"I can't wait to face Ye Mo and pilfer his cultivation method. Rumor has it he travels with a breathtaking beauty; her I'll claim as well."

With that, Wen Chichi departed the tent leisurely.

"Wen Chichi's involvement guarantees those Soul Devices' return."

Hun Wuji nodded, showing no worry for Wen Chichi's safety.

As the Fifth Prince, Wen Chichi wielded Six-Time Space Gate opening prowess and practiced the Divine Thief Technique—a enigmatic art allowing plunder of foes' skills, items, even abilities, while sustaining peak condition.

Besides, Divine Thief Technique adepts master stealth inherently, and Wen Chichi's Soul Device masked his aura and presence perfectly. Were his strikes not feeble, he'd rank as a supreme killer.

This approach elevated Wen Chichi to Fifth among the Twelve Princes.

Notably, at peak form, he once ensnared a noble lady's affections amid her lapse—not literally ripping her heart, but igniting true love, fulfilling a tough technique milestone.

Fully honed, the Divine Thief Technique lets one seize literally anything, paired with a cloaking Immortal Artifact, rendering his escapades nearly invincible.