Previously on The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood...
Ye Mo and his guards were hired to protect an auction, only for it to be revealed the auction was a trap set by Wangchen to lure out and destroy members of the Dead Soul Royal Family. The leaders of the two factions, Wangchen and Ao Xuanmu, confronted each other, and Ao Xuanmu revealed he had also sent forces to eliminate Wangchen's outer guards, leaving Wangchen in a dire situation.
"Ye Mo, you need not harbor any fear towards him. Their might is not as formidable as you might imagine, and I shall also offer my assistance to help you."
Wangchen, after gathering all the treasures, promptly ascended and appeared directly before Ye Mo.
"Hmph, your little charade was certainly amusing, but you should not have implicated us in your schemes."
Ye Mo regarded Wangchen, his thoughts a silent decree: "The remnants of the Dead Soul Royal Family must be eliminated, and as for you, you will also face retribution."
"Wangchen, do you truly believe those fools backing you would dare to make a move against me?"
Ao Xuanmu's voice dripped with mockery, a potent aura erupting from his being. The terrifying Wraith Energy surged outward, nearly engulfing the entire vicinity, causing the assembled powerful figures to tremble inwardly.
Divine Venerable Four Souls!
"Ao Xuanmu, you persist in calling us fools. Even if I were to annihilate all of you right here, what then?"
Ye Mo advanced deliberately, stating, "As I have pledged to my employer to maintain order within this area, should you refuse to depart, do not hold us accountable for any discourtesies."
With an casual flick of his hair, Ye Mo exuded an uninhibited charisma, drawing forth the Heavenly Snare Blood Spear.
"If I declare you a waste, then a waste you shall be!"
Ao Xuanmu snapped his fingers, and instantly, an ominous green flame erupted into the sky.
This verdant flame, a relic he'd unearthed from an ancient ruin, pulsed with countless demonic wills within each ember. With the slightest exertion, it held the power to obliterate foes; any formidable adversary ensnared by this infernal fire would meet a grim demise.
The demonic flame took on a serpentine, fox-like visage in the air before Ao Xuanmu reeled it in, condensing it into a ball of emerald fire and launching it ferociously towards Ye Mo.
"Five Elements Immortal Futu Palm!"
A colossal silhouette of a Buddha statue materialized, and with a sweeping palm strike, Ye Mo disintegrated the demonic fireball. Even Ao Xuanmu was propelled back several paces mid-air.
With a singular maneuver, Ye Mo repelled Ao Xuanmu of the Dead Soul Royal Family.
The esteemed disciple from the Dead Soul Royal Family faltered before Ye Mo's might.
"What form of martial technique is this? I've never witnessed its like before. It is exceptionally potent."
"Indeed, it appears the Dead Soul Royal Family gravely underestimated this individual. They couldn't even overcome the leader of a hired escort contingent."
The martial artists observing from the auction floor below exhaled in awe, their gazes fixed on the aerial confrontation.
"Continuously labeling me a waste, yet you were bested in a single exchange. Are you not shaming yourself?"
Ye Mo taunted, "Why do all of you not advance upon me then? I shall demonstrate precisely who the true waste is, here and now."
Ye Mo fully embodied the unbridled arrogance befitting a Lingwu prodigy, considering the disciples of the Dead Soul Royal Family as utterly worthless.
"Who exactly is this Ye Mo fellow? He has the audacity to challenge the Dead Soul Royal Family, and witnessing their humiliation is rather gratifying."
"This Ye Mo is the embodiment of true genius."
All the martial artists wielding bidding paddles displayed a spark of interest in their eyes. Among them, several possessed the strength of Divine Venerable Four Souls, yet they privately conceded that they could not withstand even a single blow from Ao Xuanmu.
"Ye Mo's capabilities are astonishingly formidable."
Xiong Qing observed the unfolding scene, his countenance darkening. "However, to provoke the Dead Soul Royal Family, regardless of power, guarantees a calamitous end."
The mere mention of the Dead Soul Royal Family's name was enough to invoke dread, particularly their Twelve Princes, each a peerless prodigy.
To offend the Dead Soul Royal Family was a fate more terrifying than courting death itself.
"Haha, Ao Xuanmu, I cautioned you against excessive arrogance. You are the strongest among them, yet you could not defeat Ye Mo. Let us observe how your contingent exits this auction hall."
Wangchen had not anticipated Ye Mo's prowess. He erupted in hearty laughter, swiftly conjuring a longsword and declaring, "Let us proceed and annihilate every last member of the Dead Soul Royal Family present."
"Charge!"
Boom!
Instantly, the Wraith Energy became frenzied, and the surrounding void seemed to thicken. Two factions engaged in a ferocious clash.
"Hmph, let us dispatch these Dead Soul Royal Family lackeys before addressing Wangchen."
Ye Mo mused internally, his Blood Fiend Spear carving through the air in continuous arcs, each thrust imbued with the might of the Dragon's Chant Domain. No exponent of Divine Venerable Three Souls could withstand his onslaught.
Thud, thud, thud, thud!
With a single, decisive blow, four elite disciples of the Dead Soul Royal Family disintegrated into nebulous blood mist, fragments scattering through the air, only to reconstitute themselves. Ye Mo extended a massive hand, ensnaring nascent spirits that directly transformed into primordial soul origins.
"Damn it, who precisely is this Ye Mo? With such strength, he would command a high position even within our Dead Soul Royal Family, potentially ascending to a prince-like stature. Why would he content himself with mere guard duties here?"
As his companions fell one by one to Ye Mo’s relentless assault, his expression tightened with growing unease. This Ye Mo, it seemed, possessed the might of a Divine Venerable Four Souls, a level of power akin to a mid-stage Divine Venerate.
Conversely, a wide grin spread across Wangchen’s face. Ye Mo’s formidable strength was truly undeniable. His intention was clear: once Ao Xuanmu was defeated, he would bring Ye Mo under his command, thereby elevating his own standing within the Wraith Clan.
"Ao Xuanmu, this day’s battle is destined to be mine!"
Wangchen declared, unleashing a torrent of power from his body that coalesced into a colossal claw behind him. Seizing the moment of Ao Xuanmu’s momentary lapse in focus, Wangchen delivered a decisive blow to his back, sending him hurtling away.
Meanwhile, the other elite members of the Dead Soul Royal Family were locked in a brutal engagement with Ye Mo’s escort contingent, incurring devastating losses. Ye Mo’s forces had already lost seven experts, while Ao Xuanmu’s side was reduced to a single Divine Venerable Three Souls expert, aside from Ao Xuanmu himself.
"Master Ao Xuanmu, you must make your escape now! I shall stand my ground and hold them off!"
The Divine Venerable Three Souls expert gestured emphatically, releasing a potent wave of energy that distorted the vision of all present. Wangchen moved with astonishing speed, shattering the layers of defensive force and driving his essence directly through the Divine Venerable Three Souls’ chest.
With a sudden flick of his sleeve, the surrounding space shimmered, and when it cleared, Ao Xuanmu had already disappeared from sight.
"To let him slip away! If I had slain a direct disciple of the Dead Soul Royal Family, the rewards would have been immense."
Wangchen swiftly collected the spirit body of the fallen Divine Venerable Three Souls, securing it within a storage ring.
"You can hardly protect yourself, yet you still harbor dreams of grand rewards?"
At this exact moment, Ye Mo’s voice cut through the air, causing the assembled crowd to halt in their tracks. Could Ye Mo truly intend to eliminate Wangchen? Such audacity was almost unbelievable.
