The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1292 - 1293: Dominance

"Could it be that his defensive Immortal Artifact is also an Ancient Immortal Artifact?"

Hun Wuji was astonished, spewing a mouthful of blood directly. The longswords he had previously sent flying turned back, attempting to intercept the Lone Black Sky Measuring Ruler.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Hun Wuji could only take the Lone Black Sky Measuring Ruler head-on!

Bang!

The Lone Black Sky Measuring Ruler struck the opposing defensive armor, like hitting a steel plate, barely harming the opponent.

With both sides unleashing Ancient Immortal Artifacts, the battle remained unresolved.

Both were demi-honored fighters, top talents from their respective continents. This battle was truly a clash among the younger generation.

"Hun Wuji is indeed formidable; even Ye Mo, with his perfect affinity, cannot defeat him."

Feng Chu gasped in amazement at the unfolding scene.

Now that they were both adorned in Ancient Immortal Artifacts, breaking through each other’s defenses seemed unlikely for either to secure victory.

"Ye Mo, your Sword Light Armor, in terms of defense, is a notch above your Solitary Darkness Cloak. Even if Qi penetrates, you wouldn't be able to inflict harm, as both are demi-honored fighters."

If Ye Mo had faced a cultivator at the Wheel of Reincarnation Peak, Ye Mo, even in his Sword Light Armor, could have achieved a kill. Powerful attacks, though blocked by armor, could still penetrate with sheer force.

However, against Hun Wuji, a demi-honored fighter, the force from Ye Mo’s attacks penetrated but was insufficient to harm him.

"Is there any way to resolve this?"

Ye Mo inquired.

"There is no way; you cannot defeat him, nor can he defeat you."

That was the Wraith Demon Emperor’s conclusion.

Although Ye Mo was likely the stronger of the two, with both clad in Ancient Immortal Artifacts, neither could decisively defeat the other.

"Nothing is undefeatable."

Then, Talisman Fatty’s voice resonated, "While Ancient Immortal Artifacts are formidable, I can temporarily seal his Artifact Spirit, rendering his defense ineffective for a short duration."

"Oh? Fatty, what’s your plan?"

Ye Mo inquired with a soft smile.

"Stop calling me Fatty; I just haven’t fully digested my energy yet."

Talisman Fatty replied irritably, "Just find an opportune moment to affix the Suppression Celestial Seal onto his Sword Light Armor. I can then infiltrate its Spiritual Artifact Space and seal the artifact spirit temporarily. When you sense the Sword Light Armor’s spirit weakening, strike promptly."

"Excellent!"

Ye Mo snapped his fingers and, with a glance at Hun Wuji, his body moved, transforming into a mirage as he charged at his opponent.

"Ye Mo, don’t you realize yet? You absolutely cannot kill me."

Hun Wuji smirked, launching a sword strike towards Ye Mo. Ye Mo leaped, activating the Dragon’s Chant Domain, instantly appearing behind Hun Wuji and striking fiercely.

"It’s useless!"

Bang!

Hun Wuji was sent flying by a palm strike from Ye Mo, yet he remained unharmed.

Ye Mo observed Hun Wuji with a knowing smile; he had succeeded in attaching the Suppression Celestial Seal onto the Sword Light Armor moments ago.

Now, all that remained was to wait for Talisman Fatty to complete the sealing of the Sword Light Armor’s artifact spirit.

"Ye Mo, the Sword Light Armor’s spirit is weakening!"

Hong Ling, possessing heightened sensitivity, was the first to notice the Sword Light Armor’s spirit beginning to falter.

"Now is the time!"

Ye Mo shouted. The Blood Fiend Spear spun multiple times in the air, its power amplified by the Dragon’s Chant Domain. The might of his Perfect Soul Body was concentrated into this single strike, aimed directly at Hun Wuji’s head.

"Useless!"

Hun Wuji sneered, the Sword Light Armor instantly constricting around his head.

All eyes widened as they watched Ye Mo’s spear impact the helmet formed from the Sword Light Armor.

Crack!

The sound of shattering armor echoed, and disbelief washed over Hun Wuji’s face.

"Impossible?"

Hun Wuji’s expression contorted drastically. He slashed a sword at Ye Mo’s body, but the Solitary Darkness Cloak immediately enveloped Ye Mo entirely.

Die!

Splatter!

Hun Wuji’s head was directly pierced by Ye Mo’s spear, exploding like a ripe watermelon.

Ye Mo extended a large hand, employing the Soul Collecting Technique to seize Hun Wuji’s spirit.

"Impossible, how could you break the Sword Light Armor’s defense?"

The spirit body, now held captive by Ye Mo, shrieked uncontrollably, utterly helpless and immobilized.

Its voice grew increasingly incoherent. Throughout its existence, no talent had ever caused it such distress, save for the First Prince.

Now, its spirit body was ensnared by Ye Mo, a fate no prodigy could endure.

"Ye Mo, release me. If you kill me, do not expect to survive yourself."

Hun Wuji declared.

"I have heard such threats far too often, yet the outcomes are rarely favorable. Your spirit body is quite impressive, strong enough to potentially condense two spirit essences."

Ye Mo smiled, applying pressure. Hun Wuji’s spirit shattered completely.

"Wraith Camp, listen! Hun Wuji is dead; surrender now!"

Ye Mo hovered in the void, proclaiming loudly.

"Dead! The Second Prince is dead too!"

Faced with Ye Mo's overwhelming power, the leaders and soldiers trembled, their mightiest fighter, Hun Wuji, now deceased. How could they possibly stand against Ye Mo?

"Rise up! We hail from Wraith Land; a mere defeat is not the end. Once the Power of Laws dissipates, the Wraith Land army shall descend upon Lingwu Continent, and those so-called prodigies will perish. The Soul Master will seize them all, one by one," declared the white-bearded elder.

"Oh?" Ye Mo's gaze fell upon the elder, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "So, you hold no fear of death?"

"I have lived a long life and should have departed already. I am a son of Wraith Land and shall not bow to you," the white-bearded elder stated firmly.

"Haha, your spirit is admirable. A pity we stand on opposing sides, or I would have honored you as an elder," Ye Mo boomed with laughter.

Rumble, rumble!

The skies above churned, a profound darkness descended, punctuated by flashes of lightning. Strange omens appeared in succession.

Suddenly, the entirety of the Vanquishing Martial Realm began to convulse violently. The very ground and the fabric of space itself trembled with immense force.

Everyone present, whether standing firm on the ground or floating in the air, lost their footing.

"What is this phenomenon?"

The white-bearded elder felt a surge of power coursing into his being, his expression alight with excitement. "Haha, the Array Power of the Vanquishing Martial Realm has vanished! The forces of the Divine Venerate are unleashed!"

Rumbling!

Heavenly tribulations converged with fierce intensity upon the white-bearded elder's form.

"What? The Power of Laws has dissipated? Is he ascending to the Divine Venerate Realm?"

Astonishment swept through the crowd. The tremors had not subsided, yet the oppressive binding forces were weakening with each passing moment.

The Power of Laws within the Vanquishing Martial Realm had been utterly extinguished!