The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1304 - 1305: Sudden Turn of Events

The thought sparked a thrill within Ye Mo. While immediate advancement to Divine Venerate was out of reach, a clear shortcut had surfaced.

"A Perfect Soul Body is an exceedingly rare treasure in this world. My spiritual cultivation is destined for immense power in the future," Ye Mo mused silently.

BANG!

Ye Mo and Xue Wudi’s forces met once more, propelling them apart. Ye Mo stumbled backward repeatedly, his footing precarious on the elevated stage.

In contrast, Xue Wudi executed a graceful aerial retreat, regaining his balance with ease. The Blood Clan Heavenly Armor adorning him pulsed with vibrant light, its defenses not only intact but seemingly amplified.

"Ye Mo, I confess I underestimated the potency of your spiritual assault. Allow me to conclude this duel with my ultimate technique," Xue Wudi declared.

No longer willing to prolong the engagement, Xue Wudi was resolved to eliminate Ye Mo decisively, thereby cementing his own invincibility. A roar erupted from him, his voice imbued with spiritual energy, resonating directly within the minds of all present.

Xue Wudi's entire physique began to expand, growing towering and ferocious. His previous aura underwent a complete metamorphosis. He now resembled a Blood God, possessing the power to cleave the heavens and earth, gazing down upon all existence. Even the practitioners who had reached the Divine Venerate Six Souls stage looked on with palpable shock.

"Unbelievable! The cultivation technique he wields must be of divine-tier. Such arts are exceedingly scarce in this entire mortal realm. Even if they exist, ordinary cultivators are incapable of mastering them. Just who is this Xue Wudi that he can command such divine techniques? It's no wonder even Divine Venerate experts regard him with such importance," Ancestor Bodhi exclaimed, his expression drastically altered. Only divine-tier techniques could unleash such overwhelming might, creating a chasm of difference that dwarfed his previous state.

Ye Mo perceived this shift. The cultivation technique Xue Wudi practiced vastly surpassed the Great Tomb Method he himself followed. Should the opponent unleash his full power, Ye Mo knew he would be utterly incapable of resisting.

A primal urge to withdraw surged within him. However, this confrontation was not merely for his own sake; it was a battle for the honor of the Spirit Martial Alliance Army. Retreat was unthinkable, even in the face of certain death.

"Hahaha! Throughout history, the successful cultivation of a divine-level technique is virtually unheard of. Any who achieve such mastery attain unparalleled heights, and I, Xue Wudi, am one such individual!"

As Xue Wudi spoke, the very fabric of space seemed to thicken. The scene became overwhelmingly dominated by Xue Wudi's presence, leaving Ye Mo struggling desperately against the immense pressure.

"Brother!" Mu Wanqing cried out, her body tensing, ready to rush forward.

"Wanqing, even if Mu Longwu falls in this battle, the alliance army will forever remember his sacrifice," Mu Yazi stated, restraining Mu Wanqing. He himself was unwilling to witness his unparalleled genius son meet his end here.

Yet, just as Xue Wudi's overwhelming aura reached its zenith, it began to recede. His stern countenance shifted, a grim expression settling upon his features.

"Today's battle shall be temporarily suspended. One month hence, both sides shall dispatch three prodigious talents as exchange students to the opposing continent for cultivation and tutelage," Xue Wudi announced.

With his declaration, Xue Wudi turned and bellowed, "Soul Master's command! Return to the Dead Soul Royal Family immediately, without delay!"

Thereafter, Xue Wudi led his contingent, tearing through the sky and vanishing in a blinding flash.

The Divine Venerate practitioners of the Spirit Martial Alliance Army exchanged bewildered glances, unable to comprehend the sudden turn of events. Xue Wudi, who had been on the verge of delivering a fatal blow to Ye Mo, had inexplicably held back.

What was poised to be a nightmarish duel concluded in such an anticlimactic fashion. Previously, their greatest fear was ceding substantial cultivation resources, but now, they merely needed to select three gifted disciples for an exchange program.

It appeared that Ye Mo's earlier pronouncements had indeed instilled fear in their opponents, deterring an all-out war against the Spirit Martial Alliance Army. But then, the question lingered: why did Xue Wudi suddenly cease his assault?

"If my conjecture is accurate, it's possible their Dead Soul Royal Family faced an attack from elsewhere, necessitating the recall of all their experts," Ancestor Bodhi speculated.

Nods of agreement rippled through the assembled group. This explanation seemed the most plausible; otherwise, they would never have forsaken such a golden opportunity to eliminate Ye Mo.

"Ye Mo, you performed admirably, not only safeguarding your true identity but also minimizing the losses for our Spirit Martial Alliance Army. However, how did you ascertain that the Soul Master was gravely injured? And how did you acquire knowledge of the Dead Soul Royal Family's formidable adversary, the Wraith Clan?" Ancestor Bodhi inquired, admitting that even he was unaware of this critical intelligence. How could Ye Mo possibly possess it?

"If I were to claim it was merely a guess, would you find that believable?" Ye Mo responded with a rueful smile.

"A guess?" Everyone present was taken aback. Could mere guesswork lead to such astonishing accuracy?

"Yes, while clashing with those princes, I came to understand the Soul Master's disposition and the existence of the Wraith Clan. Given the Soul Master's temperament, had there been no apprehension, he would have personally annihilated us. However, he remained absent. My actions were merely a probe, and they were indeed deceived by me."

Ye Mo offered a nonchalant explanation, naturally withholding the presence of the Wraith Demon Emperor. After all, the incident had transpired, and no one could investigate it further.

A continental crisis concluded in such a fashion.

The Vanquishing Martial Realm opens only once every century, a duration that spans a hundred years. Within this timeframe, the Power of Laws might resurface, enforcing a seal upon the realm. It remains uncertain if the Dead Soul Royal Family will instigate another war during this century.

Meanwhile, Ye Mo, having confronted numerous potent figures in the Genius Gorge and exposed their scheme, became a subject of widespread discussion. One could only imagine who would dare to challenge the Dead Soul Royal Family under such tense circumstances. Had their opponent truly been provoked, igniting a conflict, the Spirit Martial Alliance Army would have been incapable of withstanding it.

Yet, none of that materialized.

As for the Dead Soul Royal Family, internal strife erupted among them. The Wraith Clan seized this opportune moment to launch an assault upon discovering that the royal family had dispatched numerous experts to the Lingwu Continent for resource acquisition.

Soul Master Ao Cangwu, suffering from severe origin injuries, found himself unable to fully restore his power. This compelled him to summon Xue Wudi and others to combat the Wraith Clan, thus granting the Lingwu Continent a much-needed respite.

Nevertheless, the Spirit Martial Alliance Army bore witness to Xue Wudi's formidable capabilities. His mastery of a divine-level cultivation technique as a Blood Clan prodigy presents a future threat, echoing the might of Ao Cangwu.

The Spirit Martial Alliance Army pinned its hopes on Ye Mo, believing that only he possessed the potential to become the next Mu Longwu, the one capable of confronting an individual like Xue Wudi.

Although this crisis was temporarily resolved, it left no one with false assurances. The might of Wraith Land evidently surpassed that of the Lingwu Continent, making another invasion seem highly probable.

For the Lingwu Continent to attain future peace, the emergence of a genius akin to Xue Wudi is imperative—one whose wings not only unfurl but also possess substantial capacity for growth.