The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1270 - 1271: Martial Solution to the Riddle

Yet in that very moment, a shadow plunged from the lofty skies over the military camp, spear thrusting straight down, the Peerless Motian’s power nearly sealing off every path.

Wen Chichi noticed this, his expression shifting faintly, palm lashing out once more to dissolve Ye Mo’s strike into void again.

Thankfully though, Wen Chichi couldn’t mimic either the Peerless Motian or Ye Mo’s sealing art, so those two assaults weren’t flung back at Ye Mo.

"Ye Mo, stop wasting your strength—I can snatch any attack you throw, you’re no match for me at all.

Wen Chichi sneered darkly, "Your treasures are starting to pique my interest now."

As he declared this, Wen Chichi’s massive hand seized the Heavenly Snare Blood Spear, Devil Refining Gourd, Soul Clan’s Glory, and even the Sumeru Ring from Ye Mo’s grasp, claiming them all effortlessly.

"How can this be?"

Ye Mo stared at the sight in shock, eyes bulging wide—the Divine Thief Technique proved utterly overpowered, snatching others’ items with mere casual motions.

"Nothing’s impossible. Your realm lags far behind mine, so I can plunder anything of yours with ease, even your life. But I won’t kill you yet, since your Cultivation Technique fascinates me—it’s the first thing I’ve failed to steal."

Wen Chichi proclaimed.

"Heart without distractions!"

Suddenly, a voice echoed in Ye Mo’s mind—from the Dragon Deity itself.

The Dragon Deity had once rescued Ye Mo at the Divine Wind Sect, sustaining grave wounds and falling silent thereafter, yet now it guided him again, filling Ye Mo with exhilaration.

"Heart without distractions?"

Ye Mo shuddered throughout, instantly grasping the truth: to pilfer items via the Divine Thief Technique, foes first had to seize the martial artist’s very thoughts. Ye Mo’s mind held notions of the Heavenly Snare Blood Spear, Devil Refining Gourd, and Sumeru Ring, allowing the theft.

But with an empty mind, how could the enemy take anything from him?

"Regardless, you slew Old Nine, Old Eight, and Old Seven—today, your fate is sealed."

Wen Chichi flicked his hand, fingers slender like a woman’s, adding: "I figured you’d put up more fight, but you’re disappointingly feeble, barely worth my attention."

"Really?"

Ye Mo sneered coldly: "Do you honestly think your Divine Thief Technique steals it all?"

"Haha, to be frank, everyone in this camp—save those who’ve unlocked the Sevenfold Space-Time Gate and the Demi-Honored Fighters—is nothing but ants to me. My arts surpass your wildest understanding."

Wen Chichi boasted, advancing slowly toward Ye Mo as Xuan Aura unfurled. The instant Ye Mo acted, he’d instantly claim Ye Mo’s possessions for himself.

"Now, I’ll plunder your martial skills—let’s see your bag of tricks!"

Wen Chichi waved his hand once more, yet froze the next instant—he’d failed to steal Ye Mo’s martial pursuits this time.

"As expected!"

Ye Mo uttered calmly, "Your Divine Thief Technique is fearsome indeed, nearly claiming everything, but it harbors a critical weakness. Now, it’s powerless against me. Today, I’ll demonstrate true martial prowess."

As Wen Chichi tried snatching his martial pursuits, Ye Mo had attained a distraction-free heart, slipping into Selflessness. With a vacant mind devoid of Cultivation Techniques, skills, or treasures, the foe naturally couldn’t pilfer a thing.

"You..."

Terror twisted Wen Chichi’s face: "How did you pull that off? Impossible—my Divine Thief Technique plunders all beneath the heavens, and at its peak, even sun and moon!"

"Why tell you?"

Ye Mo replied icily, "You dared steal my beloved’s heart—you must die today. A fiend like you threatens gravely; in the coming grand clash, you’d endanger our Spirit Martial Camp immensely."

Without the Dragon Deity’s warning, the Divine Thief Technique would have ended him—he had to slay Wen Chichi now.

"Hahahaha!"

Wen Chichi cackled menacingly: "Even if you’ve countered my Divine Thief Technique, then what? As Fifth Prince of the Dead Soul Clan, my Cultivation alone crushes you flat. You’ve only just reached Wheel of Reincarnation Seven Transformations—how mighty can you possibly be?"

"Then no more idle chatter!"

Ye Mo vaulted skyward like a savage tiger descending the peaks, lunging fiercely at Wen Chichi.

Having freshly attained Wheel of Reincarnation Seven Transformations, he craved a true expert to test his limits fully, and Wen Chichi—who had opened the Six-Time Space Gate—fit perfectly.

"Five Elements Immortal Futu Palm!"

Ye Mo’s right palm blasted forth, summoning a colossal palm imprint that erupted suddenly, demolishing the camp in a flash.

This massive uproar drew countless leaders, including several Demi-Honored Fighters and Commander Li Murong, all hurrying over.

"What’s happening?"

"Is it a Wraith Camp leader?"

"Everyone, charge in—capture him now!"

The leaders spotted Ye Mo clashing with Wen Chichi and rushed to slay the intruder on the spot.

"All stand back! He wields the Divine Thief Technique—approach and lose your Cultivation Techniques and treasures. I’ll deal with him alone."

Ye Mo bellowed abruptly, body surging as a towering golden pagoda hurtled down to crush Wen Chichi.

Buzz!

Leaders everywhere sensed crushing pressure; even the camp’s mightiest showed grim faces at Ye Mo’s explosive growth, which now rivaled their own.

The World-Suppressing Pagoda’s descent engulfed Wen Chichi completely. He drew a longsword at last, slashing wildly—each stroke cleaving Unbreakable Mountains asunder.

One slash rent the World-Suppressing Pagoda, but Wen Chichi rocketed back like a shot cannonball, vomiting fresh blood.

Ye Mo refused Wen Chichi any breather—who knew what tricks the enemy fifth prince still hid? He had to end him swiftly to avert endless woes.

Ye Mo deployed the Dragon’s Chant Domain, arming his Lu Xian limb with Canglong Arm for devastating might, then hammered out repeated Immortal-Slaying Thunder Fists and Fist Shattering Golden Bell, blocking every escape for Wen Chichi.

As the Immortal-Slaying Thunder Fist emerged, all present leaders finally beheld Ye Mo’s might—no Six-Time Space Gate opener among them dared claim they could endure his strike.