The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1271 - 1272: A Mad Act

"How can a martial artist with the Wheel of Reincarnation Seven Transformations possess such profound cultivation?"

Wen Chichi's voice rang out, his expression chilling as he bellowed, "Why haven’t you stopped Ye Mo for me yet?"

The Mystical Immortal Fairy plunged from the heavens, unleashing a barrage of sword strikes that instantly repelled Ye Mo’s ferocious onslaught. Yet she was blasted away by Ye Mo’s Immortal-Slaying Thunder Fist.

Clearly, Wen Chichi had commanded Xiao Yue to strike. Her heart was now seized by Wen Chichi. Such a seizure succeeds only because Xiao Yue held love for Ye Mo deep within. Without that affection, Wen Chichi could never have triumphed.

In Xiao Yue’s heart now, Wen Chichi had replaced Ye Mo.

"Feng Chu, Mu Wanqing, you two stop Yueyue, but make sure you don’t hurt her."

Ye Mo bellowed, prompting Feng Chu and Mu Wanqing to leap into action together, restraining Xiao Yue while Ye Mo savagely assailed Wen Chichi. Hundreds of exchanges flew between the pair.

This ferocious clash drained Wen Chichi more with each passing second.

In a grueling test of endurance, Ye Mo clearly dominated. His strength surged endlessly, and he covertly unleashed the Wind Fire Tyrant Seal Technique, sapping the potency from Wen Chichi’s blows progressively.

Abruptly, Ye Mo’s fist lashed out, striking the foe’s chest unseen and hurling him far back into a tent that crumpled on impact.

Ye Mo’s massive palm slammed down, shattering the tent in a burst, but Wen Chichi’s silhouette had vanished.

"What’s going on?"

Ye Mo expanded the Dragon’s Chant Domain to its absolute limits; no domain could let the enemy slip free.

The nearby leaders gaped in shock; letting a foe vanish right before one’s eyes would bring total disgrace if news spread.

Ye Mo’s large hand swept out, snatching back all the pilfered treasures from the adversary, before querying the Wraith Demon Emperor: "Does the opponent possess a soul device that can conceal his form?"

Every prince bore a soul device, and this Fifth Prince surely had one—likely the type that hid one’s presence. How else had he infiltrated their camp undetected?

"Among the Ten Great Soul Tools, there is indeed one soul device that conceals a form; when activated, it makes one vanish from sight almost instantly."

The Wraith Demon Emperor nodded and confirmed.

Ye Mo promptly ignited the Eye of the Divine Beast to pinpoint the foe’s position. He first considered ringing the Buddha’s Light Tower Bell—with his present might, he could strike it 54 times, matching the peak of two Vajra Bells. But surrounded by so many leaders, deploying it would be unwise.

"If I could just lock onto the opponent’s aura, even just a thread, it would be perfect."

Ye Mo mused inwardly; with even a faint trace locked, his Immortal Cycle of Life and Death could pursue unerringly, even if the target faded away again.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yue—pinned by Feng Chu and Mu Wanqing—gasped for air. She seized cover from the Profound Heart Fairy, her slender form darting off in pursuit.

"Ye Mo, wait for me!"

At her call, Ye Mo’s Eye of the Divine Beast spun at maximum velocity. Indeed, a subtle ripple shimmered in Xiao Yue’s path, and Ye Mo latched onto it instantly. A blazing black flame wheel materialized in his palm and launched straight ahead.

Ye Mo flashed forward once more, his big hand extending to draw Xiao Yue into his embrace. "Yueyue, I am Ye Mo."

Stunned by Ye Mo’s declaration, Xiao Yue appeared lost. Her heart stolen by Wen Chichi, she couldn’t identify him, yet the man before her stirred a faint recognition, leaving her adrift.

The Immortal Cycle of Life and Death gripped Wen Chichi relentlessly. As it erupted in full, a battered figure hurtled backward, collapsing a hundred yards from camp on barren ground, vomiting blood ceaselessly.

This was Wen Chichi, the notorious thief dreaded across the Wraith Land, now defenseless before Ye Mo’s Immortal Cycle of Life and Death.

Yet the sprawled Wen Chichi raged furiously, a monumental aura swelling as if primed to burst.

"Ye Mo, don’t think you can kill me this way. Even if I die, I won’t spare you. I once stole a martial pursuit skill from masters, which can compress one’s power to a point and then unleash an extremely strong attack. Now you will know what true death is. I will transform into a Dead Soul Creature and wait for you in the Dead Soul Domain."

Gulp!

Wen Chichi knew escape was futile; he shredded his robes, his body contracting sharply as a ring shot out amid the shrinkage.

"Run quickly, this guy is about to self-destruct!"

Li Murong witnessed it and cried out. He charged in, palm thrusting forth to erect a colossal defensive barrier enclosing Wen Chichi’s spot.

Wen Chichi’s blood, flesh, and energy fused into a minuscule fleshball that twitched suspended in air; all sensed the cataclysmic force within. Even a Demi-Honored Fighter might falter against it, and survival wouldn’t be painless.

Additionally, the fleshball throbbed with peerless怨恨 aura. A total detonation promised ruin.

"You want to self-destruct, it’s not that easy!"

Ye Mo hurtled into the barrier, jaws parting wide as potent suction roared out, gulping down the fleshball Wen Chichi had become.

All who saw were struck dumb with terror; Ye Mo had ingested the fleshball outright.

"What is Ye Mo doing? He actually swallowed that fleshball, doesn’t he fear explosion?"

"Let’s run, don’t worry about him, he’s simply gone mad."

Dozens of leaders fled frantically from Ye Mo’s direction.

"That Ye Mo is simply crazy, but he likely wouldn’t do something if not confident."

Feng Chu lingered nearby, declining to bolt like the rest.

Devouring the fleshball carried immense peril, but for Ye Mo, it doubled as a potential boon. Squeezing body, flesh, and cultivation to a nexus and consuming it—if fully assimilated, it meant claiming a formidable warrior’s entirety, a gamble none would take lightly.

Nevertheless, Wen Chichi embraced it to eradicate them all, wielding the supreme stolen technique to condense into the fleshball.

Within Ye Mo, the fleshball stirred violently, an inconceivable destructive surge on the verge of detonation.

"Wen Chichi, you completely didn’t expect that the power you wanted to use to destroy the Spirit Martial Camp would instead help me advance."

Ye Mo sneered, and the fleshball detonated abruptly, dread power rampaging forth.

"Impact away, Wheel of Reincarnation Eight Transformations, Wheel of Reincarnation Nine Transformations!"