The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1291 - 1292: The Fierce Battle with Hun Wuji

Ahhhh!

As Ye Mo’s voice faded, a tragic scream erupted from the other side. Chimei’s body was consumed by black flames, and when the inferno cleared, Chimei had vanished entirely.

Hiss!

The onlookers gasped at this sight. They knew that the brothers, Chimei and Wangliang, had previously eliminated numerous leaders, even defeating demi-honored warriors. Yet, they were both vanquished by Ye Mo.

"This Ye Mo is truly our savior," Li Murong uttered a wry smile. When Ye Mo first arrived at their camp, his cultivation was merely sufficient to pass the Three Time-Space Gates. Now, he possesses the might to dominate the entire Realm of Wraith.

His most significant adversary is now the Second Prince, Hun Wuji. Should Ye Mo triumph over Hun Wuji, victory in this conflict is assured.

Conversely, if Ye Mo falls to Hun Wuji, the outcome would inevitably be a devastating defeat.

Hun Wuji, as the Second Prince, ranking just below the Grand Prince, commands abilities unknown to others.

Consequently, the ultimate verdict of this battle remains uncertain.

"You are indeed formidable, a true prodigy. Out of the ten princes dispatched by the Dead Soul Royal Family, eight have met their end by your hand. If I do not eliminate you, I shall face great difficulty reporting back to the family," Hun Wuji declared.

"You believe you can defeat me?" Ye Mo scoffed. "Truthfully, I am uncertain of my current limits, but I am confident that you cannot stand against me."

"Haha?" Hun Wuji erupted in hearty laughter. "I ascended to the position of Second Prince by trampling over countless corpses."

The selection process for the twelve princes of the Dead Soul Royal Family is exceptionally brutal. From the Lingwu Continent, a thousand prodigies are chosen, then confined within a sealed dimension for seven days and nights of relentless slaughter. Only those who survive earn the right to become princes.

Once elevated to prince status, they endure monthly eliminations. Lagging behind means immediate expulsion.

Attaining the rank of prince is no trivial accomplishment.

Whether it was the Ninth Prince's spatial techniques, the Fifth Prince's divine thief art, or the Chimei and Wangliang brothers, all were unparalleled geniuses.

Regrettably for them, they crossed paths with Ye Mo.

"Swoosh!"

As he spoke, a blade of sword light once again shot forth from Hun Wuji's being. This golden radiance was unimaginably sharp, seeming to cleave through one's entire vision.

Ripping!

The surrounding space and terrain were rent asunder, forming a massive chasm. Anything caught beneath this blade would prove incredibly fragile.

"Hmph!" Ye Mo deflected with his spear, intercepting the sword light. The light shattered once more, scattering towards the adjacent soldiers. Any soldier struck by the incandescent fragments was instantly cleaved in two.

"Blood Fiend Return!" Ye Mo bellowed, channeling the Blood Fiend Frenzied Divine Strength into the Blood Fiend Spear. Countless spear silhouettes materialized in the air. This time, instead of coalescing, they launched directly forward.

If Hun Wuji intended to harm the defenseless, Ye Mo would show no mercy.

"Quick, flee!"

The leaders of the Wraith Camp turned ashen upon witnessing this and scrambled backward.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh!

The spear's glow, akin to sharp swords, impaled the bodies of those leaders, resulting in nearly a hundred fatalities from a single strike.

"We must retreat; approaching them is tantamount to suicide!" The terrified masses, regardless of their allegiance, rapidly withdrew. Even the demi-honored fighters dared not venture closer.

After all, Ye Mo's combat prowess rivaled that of a Divine Venerable Three Souls, a tier far superior to their own.

"It appears your tactics are comparable to mine," Hun Wuji sneered coolly, unfurling his arms. Instantly, a golden luminescence radiated from his body, transforming his entire form into a streak of sword light. The surrounding void warped and tore.

"Heavenly Sword Invincible!" Hun Wuji roared, the golden aura surrounding him suddenly bifurcating, coalescing into a golden longsword suspended in the void, which then thrust ferociously towards Ye Mo.

The golden longsword, radiant as the sun, was blinding. It defied the world's confines, appearing capable of annihilating all existence, reversing the cycles of reincarnation, and reigning supreme over the heavens.

"Tomb Dragon's Might!" Ye Mo also roared, the Tomb Dragon Power surging wildly from his body towards the heavens, scouring the atmosphere. Its terrifying aura was akin to that of the Supreme Being, eternal and indestructible.

The specters of Tomb Dragon light imbued the Blood Fiend Spear, which charged directly at the golden longsword.

Rumble!

The two cataclysmic forces collided, instantly reshaping the plain into a colossal crater, as the surrounding void trembled and fractured.

"Break!" Ye Mo shouted, his spear driving forward relentlessly, absorbing the golden longsword's onslaught. Ye Mo pierced through the golden longsword, charging directly at Hun Wuji.

The members of the Spirit Martial Camp observed this spectacle with elation evident on their faces.

Hun Wuji, witnessing Ye Mo's advance, emitted a cold hum, and his body once again ignited with a golden glow.

Clang!

The impact of Ye Mo’s blow against Hun Wuji’s body echoed with a metallic clang. However, Ye Mo sensed that this single strike had not inflicted significant damage.

Ye Mo drew back, suspended in the air, while Hun Wuji, reeling from the force of the attack, was propelled back a hundred paces.

As the golden radiance faded, observers noticed that Hun Wuji was encased in golden armor. This formidable armor bore eighteen longswords plunged into its back and two more on each shoulder.

His arms were also covered in sharp barbs, each resembling a miniature longsword.

“What kind of treasure is that?”

Li Murong exclaimed in astonishment.

“Haha, this is the Sword Light Armor, ranked second among the Ten Great Soul Tools! It’s an Ancient Defensive Treasure possessing unparalleled defense,” a seasoned leader from the Wraith Camp bellowed with laughter.

Hun Wuji, who cultivated sword light, found his power amplified by the Sword Light Armor.

“Sword Light Armor?”

Ye Mo’s brows furrowed. Though his previous strike had been somewhat weakened, it was still potent. The fact that the armor had thwarted his assault underscored its formidable capabilities.

“Haha, Ye Mo, allow me to demonstrate the might of an Ancient Fierce Weapon, the Sword Slaughter Heaven!”

Hun Wuji cackled as the eighteen reversed longswords on the Sword Light Armor detached and flew upward, forming a straight line before hurling themselves towards Ye Mo.

Gasps of apprehension filled the air!

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The longswords struck Ye Mo’s person, but contrary to what might be expected, they did not penetrate. Instead, they ricocheted harmlessly, repelled by the power emanating from the Ancient Immortal Artifact.

It turned out Ye Mo was also protected by a treasure, a cloak of black and silver.

“Lone Black Sky Measuring Ruler!”

Ye Mo unfurled the cloak, and a colossal ruler of black and silver materialized, spanning the void as it swept ferociously towards Hun Wuji.