The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1275 - 1276: Soul Affinity Practitioner

Naturally, the arriving figure was none other than Ye Mo.

Even though Jiumo Dao and Tian Xiongxiong nursed grudges against him, they originated from the Lingwu Continent after all, and Ye Mo simply couldn't stand idly by while the Wraith Camp leader butchered them.

The three-foot-tall man unleashed his Blood Origin World, his eyes locked on the airborne figure, fixating especially on the Immortal Cycle of Life and Death gripped in his hand. His expression warped into a savage grimace: "Are you Ye Mo? The Ye Mo who killed the Fifth Prince?"

Jiumo Dao and Tian Xiongxiong were instantly stunned. Though they had only recently set foot on the Blood Prison Battlefield, they knew full well about key events there. For the enemy leader to identify him at first sight wasn't just about raw power—it demanded a legendary feat.

They struggled to grasp how Ye Mo had grown so overwhelmingly powerful in merely two months, carving out such immense notoriety across the Blood Prison Battlefield.

"Not only the Fifth Prince, but your Sixth Prince was also killed by me."

Ye Mo let out a faint chuckle: "And you’re also going to be killed by me!"

"Kill me? I bet you don’t even know how to write the word ’death.’"

The three-foot-tall man shifted his frame, cloaked in a barrier of Blood Origin Qi, and lunged at Ye Mo like a predator striking its quarry, arriving beside him in a flash.

"First, try to block my Immortal Cycle of Life and Death!"

Ye Mo observed the explosive charge of the man toward him, then hurled the Immortal Cycle of Life and Death ahead, carving out a vast trail of black flames. A ferocious whirlwind erupted as it smashed into the Blood Origin World, setting the nearby grasslands ablaze in an instant.

The Blood Origin World fragmented right away, yet Ye Mo’s Immortal Cycle of Life and Death vanished too.

"His Blood Origin World feels rather unusual."

Ye Mo furrowed his brow. At his present power level, wielding the Immortal Cycle of Life and Death should slay warriors who had opened the Sevenfold Space-Time Gate. But it had merely pierced the foe's shield this time.

"Kid, I never thought you’d shatter my Blood Origin World. My brother claimed that without a Demi-Honored Fighter stepping in, no one can touch me."

A look of astonishment crossed the three-foot-tall man’s face.

Whether boast or truth, his words carried weight. Ye Mo’s Immortal Cycle of Life and Death could overpower a Sevenfold Space-Time Gate opener and surpass the striking force of most Wheel of Reincarnation Nine Transformations peaks. Typically, only Demi-Honored Fighters could breach such a Blood Origin World; Sevenfold Space-Time Gate masters fell short.

"Looks like you’re no pushover yourself."

Ye Mo offered a subtle smile.

"I’m a famed prodigy of the Wraith Camp, hailing from the Blood Wolf Tribe too. Since you’re Ye Mo, slaying you will rack up merits for me to trade for treasures."

The three-foot-tall man declared, his arm materializing a one-zhang-long Blood-colored Knight Spear, which he thrust savagely at Ye Mo.

Ye Mo eyed the assault with a slight grin, gripping the Blood Fiend Spear in his Lu Xian arm for a thunderous downward smash. His feet danced across the glazed void, each blow tearing at the fabric of heaven and earth, merging seamlessly with the Blood Fiend Spear in near-perfect spear mastery.

Every clash left the three-foot-tall man scrambling defensively, utterly overwhelmed by Ye Mo’s onslaught, forced to summon his Blood Origin World anew just to fend off the barrage.

"Let’s see how long your Blood Origin World holds up!"

Ye Mo laughed softly, his strikes exploding with Peerless Motian force, hammering relentlessly at the Blood Origin World’s protective shell.

The three-foot-tall man’s countenance darkened, caught off guard by Ye Mo’s ferocity. Pinned completely on the back foot, he lacked room for other techniques, pouring everything into sustaining the Blood Origin World. Once it crumbled, Ye Mo’s spear would riddle him like a sieve.

"Is this... still human?"

Jiumo Dao and Tian Xiongxiong stood dumbfounded, as Ye Mo’s might now dwarfed theirs by leaps and bounds, entering a realm beyond their reach.

"Ye Mo, stop now!"

The three-foot-tall man bellowed in fury and alarm, feeling his Blood Origin World on the verge of collapse, and let out a desperate roar.

"You said you’d kill me, earn merit points, and get rewards. If I seize your Lord’s Token, I can claim rewards too. Do you think I’ll stop?"

Ye Mo sneered icily, his Azure Dragon arm fusing over the Lu Xian arm, unleashing a renewed surge of power with unstoppable momentum.

Crack!

The fully powered Blood Origin World of the three-foot-tall man exploded apart; Ye Mo’s spear thrust onward, aimed straight at his core.

One spear strike sealed the deal, felling the powerhouse who had opened the Six-Time Space Gate.

Had another Wraith Camp leader witnessed this, they’d be left utterly speechless, for this dwarfed warrior was a celebrated figure among the Wraith Camp’s elite leaders.

Not to mention, he boasted a brother who was a Demi-Honored Fighter.

"I hope we can temporarily set aside our past grievances. If we repel the Army of Wraith and you still want to cause trouble, I’m always open to it."

With that, Ye Mo vanished from sight.

This spectacle left Jiumo Dao and Tian Xiongxiong rooted in shock. Cause trouble? Dare they now? Besides, Ye Mo had just rescued their lives.

Ye Mo rejoined the group, settling inside a cave mansion, with no more leaders left to hunt—only the ultimate showdown awaited.

Each of the six had seen their powers rise sharply.

Ye Mo stood as the mightiest, his Martial Dao Realm at Wheel of Reincarnation Nine Transformations, battle prowess matching those who opened the Sevenfold Space-Time Gate.

Feng Chu, Xiao Yue, and Mu Wanqing hovered at similar levels, all in the five-path realm with the Second Temporal-Spatial Gateway unlocked, their fighting strength hitting Six-Time Space Gate caliber.

Bai Xueqin and Mo Bufan had pushed to opening the Fourth Space-Time Gate.

Moreover, their battle arts shone brilliantly; even against a Sevenfold Space-Time Gate master of top tier, they’d crush them outright without mercy.

As the other five immersed in meditation, Ye Mo ceased his faint smile: "Looks like everyone’s deep in cultivation. Breaking through now for me is tough. I wonder what heights opening a Space-Time Gate will lift my power to."

"Every time a Space-Time Gate opens, strength explodes. Do you know why that three-foot-tall man was so formidable earlier?"

The Wraith Demon Emperor inquired.

"Didn’t he say he was from the Blood Wolf Tribe?"

Ye Mo replied calmly.

"True enough, but that alone wouldn’t have made killing him such a grind. Don’t let his Six-Time Space Gate aura deceive you—he’d only opened the Space-Time Gate once for real."

The Wraith Demon Emperor stated evenly.

"What?"

Ye Mo reeled inwardly. Now at Wheel of Reincarnation Nine Transformations with such terrifying might—bolstered by domains, Tomb Dragon Power, and myriad techniques—

Even Mu Wanqing and the rest couldn’t match his insane cross-realm dominance.

"Because he is a Soul Affinity Practitioner!"

The Wraith Demon Emperor revealed offhandedly.