The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1330 - 1331: Wolf Eats Tiger

The instant Ye Mo concluded his statement, Wangchen’s smile vanished. However, mindful of Ye Mo’s evident power, he refrained from excessive aggression. Instead, he declared, "Ye Mo, I acknowledge your capabilities, and thus, I shall overlook your transgressions. You’ve eliminated numerous individuals from the Dead Soul Royal Family; only I possess the means to offer you protection. Now, prostrate yourself immediately, perform the kowtow, and offer an apology. I may then consider admitting you into the Wraith Clan."

As a direct disciple of the Wraith Clan, he held the prerogative to induct outsiders into its ranks.

"Prostrate and apologize? Perhaps you are not cognizant of your present predicament?"

Ye Mo countered with a cold sneer. "The conflict between your forces and the Dead Soul Royal Family should never have implicated Zhu Jiu, turning us into mere pawns in your grand scheme. Do you presume that your noble standing elevates you above all, granting you the freedom to manipulate us as you please? If I possessed the audacity to slay members of the Dead Soul Royal Family, rest assured, I would not hesitate to strike you down as well."

"You court death!"

Enraged, Wangchen’s form blurred as he launched a series of sword strikes, conjuring thousands of sword shadows that descended upon Ye Mo.

Faced with Wangchen’s onslaught, Ye Mo’s expression remained one of disdain. With a casual sweep of his Heavenly Snare Blood Spear, countless Blood Fiend Spears and blood blades erupted forth, raining down upon Wangchen.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Caught entirely off guard, Wangchen’s formidable armor disintegrated, forcing him into a series of staggered retreats amidst cries of agony.

With Ye Mo’s current level of cultivation, he was more than capable of dispatching a typical practitioner at the Divine Venerate Four Souls stage. Although Wangchen had indeed reached this level, his innate talent was decidedly mediocre; even Ao Xuanmu could undoubtedly prevail against him in a direct confrontation.

Ghost Eye Mad Blade, positioned behind Ye Mo, abandoned any thoughts of intricate schemes, recognizing the slim chance of victory against Ye Mo and the even slimmer possibility of wresting anything from Wangchen’s control.

"Do you truly believe that your status as a direct disciple of the Wraith Clan bestows upon you an insurmountable advantage? Do you imagine you hold dominion over all outcomes? Little do you comprehend that my strength has long surpassed your own. While others may tremble before the esteemed position of a Wraith Clan direct disciple, such reverence holds no sway over me."

Ye Mo’s spear suddenly surged forward, piercing directly into Wangchen’s Dantian.

Instantly clutching his abdomen, Wangchen’s eyes blazed with incandescent fury as he roared, escaped, "You had the audacity to shatter my Dantian? You are unequivocally doomed!"

On this continent where power reigns supreme, the destruction of one’s Dantian signifies utter ruin. For even formidable cultivators at the Divine Venerate stage, the mending of a obliterated Dantian presents an exceptionally arduous, often insurmountable, challenge.

"Doomed? Had it not been for a specific request to spare your life, you would have met your demise already."

Ye Mo's lips curled into a frigid smile, his countenance utterly impassive.

The decision to cripple Wangchen was, in truth, orchestrated by the Wraith Demon Emperor himself. Initially, the Wraith Demon Emperor had intended for Ye Mo to end Wangchen’s life due to his transgression of selling the Zone of Chaos map—an act akin to wishing ill upon the great Wraith Demon Emperor. However, upon further consideration, given Wangchen's status as a direct disciple and thus a descendant of the Wraith Clan, the severe lesson of a destroyed Dantian was deemed sufficient punishment.

Witnessing this astonishing turn of events, every spectator at the auction remained rooted to the spot, utterly aghast. Their gazes, now fixed upon Ye Mo, sent a chilling tremor through them. This young man, likely no older than his twenties, displayed such unyielding ruthlessness, having not only obliterated the Dantian of a Wraith Clan direct disciple but also decimated numerous elites from the Dead Soul Royal Family. Such actions were tantamount to simultaneously incurring the wrath of two preeminent factions.

Having inflicted his judgment upon Wangchen, Ye Mo departed the auction accompanied by Zhu Jiu.

Upon exiting the Great Desolation Tower, Ye Mo and Zhu Jiu sought refuge at the Zhu Residence. There, Zhu Jiu’s father, Zhu Shuiyuan, already seemingly apprïsed of the unfolding events, erupted in fury, striking Zhu Jiu across the face. "Begone with you! I disown any daughter who engages in such behavior."

"Father!"

Zhu Jiu immediately fell to her knees before Zhu Shuiyuan, pleading, "My deepest apologies. This is entirely my doing. I had always harbored the belief that through my own efforts, I could alter my predetermined fate."

"You’ve always been remarkably astute. Now, observe the consequences of your actions. The protector you engaged not only caused the demise of Dead Soul Royal Family members but also annihilated the Dantian of a direct disciple from the Wraith Clan. Are you actively endeavoring to hasten my demise?"

Zhu Shuiyuan exclaimed, his voice thick with indignation.

Unwittingly, Zhu Jiu found herself ensnared in a vicious feud between two colossal powers, managing to offend both top-tier lineages simultaneously. The Zhu Family, merely a minor lineage, was utterly insignificant, scarcely worthy of being considered a morsel between the teeth of these titans.

"Esteemed Family Head Zhu, your daughter bears no fault in this matter,"

Ye Mo stated with measured calm.

"And you."

Zhu Shuiyuan turned his fury toward Ye Mo, his gaze sharp, "You annihilated numerous members of the Dead Soul Royal Family and subsequently shattered the Dantian of a direct disciple from the Wraith Clan. If these two powerful factions seek retribution, will you bear the full responsibility?"

Could you possibly endure the combined retaliation from both formidable families?

"My actions against the Dead Soul Royal Family are my own affairs and have no bearing on Miss Zhu Jiu or yourself. As for crippling Wangchen's Dantian, that was a consequence of his own making."

Ye Mo stated with a frigid tone, "However, you, on the other hand, display utter indifference. Such a significant event has transpired, yet you haven't even bothered to ascertain if your own daughter sustained any injuries. Instead, you berate her and demand explanations. Do you possess any awareness of the immense effort she invested in this endeavor?"

Kneeling on the cold ground, Zhu Jiu's eyes welled up with tears. She had harbored the hope that her arduous efforts would garner her father's acknowledgment, but tragically, they had instead propelled her family towards the precipice of disaster.

"What understanding do you possess? Do not presume that a modicum of strength grants you the license for arrogance. The Dead Soul Royal Family and the Wraith Clan stand at the zenith of power within Wraith Land. Should they truly decide to exact vengeance, can you safeguard the Zhu Family? You are poised to obliterate the Zhu Family merely to satisfy your own destructive path; why must you drag us into your self-inflicted downfall?"

Zhu Shuiyuan unleashed his reprimand upon Ye Mo.

"It appears you will not find contentment until you witness your own daughter fall victim to their wrath."

Ye Mo retorted with biting sarcasm.

"So be it. Her own audacious actions have precipitated these dire circumstances."

Zhu Shuiyuan's countenance darkened as he declared, "The Zhu Family has been an established presence in Great Wilderness City for millennia, evolving from humble beginnings to its current stature. This prosperity is the culmination of generations of unwavering dedication, and now, due to this girl's recklessness, the Zhu Family confronts utter ruin."

"Father, I implore you, cease. I shall shoulder the full burden of my actions. Should the Dead Soul Royal Family or the Wraith Clan arrive at our estate seeking the head of the perpetrator, I will offer my life as atonement. The Zhu Family will remain untouched."

Zhu Jiu pleaded, her voice trembling.

"Not only you, but this young man as well. You are to remain confined within the Zhu Residence, not venturing a single step outside, until the formidable practitioners from both factions arrive to claim their retribution."

Zhu Shuiyuan decreed sternly.

"Retribution?"

Ye Mo emitted a chilling, humorless laugh. "Do you truly possess the fortitude for such a confrontation? To be candid, I do not even acknowledge your relevance. Were it not for your relation to Zhu Jiu, you would possess no standing to converse with me. My decision to remain here is motivated solely by my concern for Miss Zhu Jiu, and bears no connection to you whatsoever. In my estimation, a father who prioritizes the preservation of family power over the safety of his own offspring is fundamentally unfit to be a parent."

With those words, Ye Mo disregarded Zhu Shuiyuan's darkening expression and retreated to his chambers.