The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1401 - 1402: Infighting

“Haha, this seal formation has been in the works for ages, specifically crafted for you cultivators. Even if all of you attack as one, this barrier cannot be broken. Just accept your fate and wait for death!”

One of the protectors under the Lord of Myriad Demons, the Fox Demon, let out a booming laugh, her voice laced with a Heart Spirit Attack. The sound filled everyone with an inescapable sense of truth: the Confinement Barrier was unbreakable, and they were destined to be trapped within, awaiting their demise.

“Do not heed her words; guard your hearts and minds.”

“Break!”

An expert from the Divine Venerable Seven Souls clan shouted, instantly shattering the Fox Demon’s voice.

“Let’s attack together!”

“Agreed!”

At this juncture, three distinct groups—loose cultivators and those from the Dead Soul Royal Family—found themselves united by a common adversary.

“Will you not emerge?”

Ao Yuntian turned, addressing Dantai Zanglian and her companions concealed within the massive rock.

“Damn it, what do we do?”

Dantai Zanglian clenched her jaw, her teeth grating. Discovery of her being a disciple of the Wraith Clan would undoubtedly lead to their demise.

“Senior Sister Zang Lian, as long as we remain silent, they won’t identify us as Wraith Clan disciples,”

Ye Mo reassured her. He himself felt even less apprehension regarding Ao Zi’s potential recognition, as his appearance had undergone a drastic transformation, rendering him unrecognizable.

Without further delay, the quartet, accompanied by two individuals from the Loulan Clan, emerged from their concealment within the giant rock.

Three Divine Venerate Two-Soul experts, one Divine Venerate Four-Soul, and two Divine Venerate Five-Soul individuals.

“There are even three Divine Venerate Two-Soul individuals; they really have some nerve,”

Ao Zi scoffed upon sensing their cultivation levels. Martial artists of such a caliber should not even be present within the inner circle.

Nevertheless, each additional person represented another force to contend with.

“These individuals appear to hail from the Wraith Clan; the Dead Soul Royal Family should exercise caution,”

The Fox Demon’s voice echoed once more, causing Dantai Zanglian and the others’ pupils to constrict. They sensed the situation rapidly deteriorating.

“What? They are from the Wraith Clan?”

Ao Zi’s expression shifted to one of shock as he fixed his gaze upon Dantai Zanglian and her group.

“We have been with them for over ten days, and three of them are core disciples of the Wraith Clan,”

The Fox Demon chuckled. The Dead Soul Royal Family and the Wraith Clan were known for their bitter animosity. With disciples from both factions now ensnared within the Confinement Barrier, the ensuing spectacle promised to be quite intriguing.

“Senior brothers, attack in unison and eliminate these Wraith Clan disciples for me,”

Ao Zi commanded without a moment’s hesitation, his voice ringing out sharply.

Instantly, dozens of figures encircled Dantai Zanglian and her companions. These were Ao Zi’s meticulously selected disciples, each possessing a martial Dao realm of Divine Venerate Six-Soul. Their auras converged, engulfing the entire area and even suppressing Dantai Zanglian and the others into stunned silence.

These individuals were comparable to the top-tier experts of the Wraith Clan, forces they could not possibly hope to contend against. Engaging one or two might have been manageable, but with fourteen top-ranked experts, alongside Ao Zi, launching an assault, their situation was dire.

The two groups of loose cultivators exchanged uneasy glances, observing the unfolding scene. While they were disinclined to interfere in the internal conflict between disciples of these two major factions, this was hardly the opportune moment for intra-group disputes.

“Hold on!”

Ye Mo’s energy clone interjected, “If you all attack together, we admittedly cannot match your strength. However, as disciples of the Wraith Clan, our willingness to venture here signifies our capability to challenge opponents of a higher caliber. If you eliminate us, are you not concerned about your own inability to breach the Confinement Barrier?”

“Even without your assistance, we possess the means to breach the Confinement Barrier,”

Ao Zi retorted with a cold sneer. “Do you truly believe you can evade disaster through such a maneuver? Having crossed our path today, you are destined to perish.”

“Haha, among our ranks, besides two Divine Venerate Seven-Soul experts, there are twenty-five experts at the Divine Venerable realm. We are six individuals; attempting to eliminate us would necessitate the sacrifice of at least six experts on your side, resulting in a total loss of twelve formidable individuals. Do you truly believe the remaining forces will be capable of breaching the Confinement Barrier?”

Ye Mo let out a booming laugh.

Indeed, as Ye Mo’s words faded, two Divine Venerate Seven-Soul experts descended from above. “This is a critical juncture; we are unconcerned with your identities. Cease this internal conflict and prioritize breaching the Confinement Barrier. Whatever transpires thereafter is of no consequence to us.”

Having attained the level of Divine Venerate Seven-Soul, these individuals placed an extremely high value on their own survival. Failure to breach the Confinement Barrier would undoubtedly spell their doom.

"Young clan master, perhaps we should show mercy for now. Those two loose cultivators at the Divine Venerable Seven Souls realm won't permit us to kill the Wraith Clan disciples."

Ao Yuntian offered his counsel.

"Hmph!"

Ao Zi let out a cold snort, not uttering another word.

"Very well, everyone concentrate your power to a single point and unleash your might. It is best if no one holds back. If we cannot break through, we will simply await our demise here!"

An expert from the Divine Venerable Seven Souls realm issued a solemn warning: should their strongest assault fail to breach the barrier, it would only grow more formidable. Thus, everyone was compelled to pour all their strength into this singular, decisive strike.

"Understood!"

In an instant, a wave of alertness swept through everyone. Their Dantians began to whir, their bodies became suffused with Wraith Energy, and their latent strength surged within.

This particular strike was paramount; its failure meant any subsequent attempts would also be in vain. Looming over their desperate situation was the Lord of Myriad Demons, on the cusp of advancing to the Divine Venerable Eight Souls realm.

The four guardians sworn to the Lord of Myriad Demons maintained their expressions of disdain, yet to guarantee absolute success, they continued to channel their power, reinforcing the barrier's defenses to their utmost limit.

"Wait a moment!"

Just as everyone prepared to unleash their assault, Ye Mo’s voice rang out once more.

"Brat, what is it you want now?"

Ao Zi shot Ye Mo a furious glare, his temper escalating.

"I require a promise from the two Divine Venerable Seven Souls experts. Otherwise, the six of us will not participate in this action."

Ye Mo stated with calm composure.

"Kid, do not overstep your bounds!"

Ao Zi’s eyes widened in stark anger.

"Proceed, what manner of promise do you seek from us?"

One of the Divine Venerable Seven Souls experts inquired.

"I wish for you to guarantee the safety of the six of us."

Ye Mo offered a faint smile. "Regardless of whether our combined efforts succeed in breaching the barrier this time, the individuals from the Dead Soul Clan will undoubtedly seek to eliminate us. Since our fate seems sealed, why should we assist you in breaking through?"

"This kid is far too cunning!"

"Indeed, he is leveraging this situation to extort protection from the Divine Venerable Seven Souls experts."

"However, his actions are aimed at self-preservation. It is regrettable they encountered the Dead Soul Royal Family in such dire straits."

The loose cultivators exchanged whispers amongst themselves.

"Kid, I shall end your incessant prattling right now!"

A furious growl erupted from Ao Zi’s throat, reverberating like thunder. He was no simpleton; the Divine Venerable Seven Souls experts were highly likely to acquiesce to Ye Mo’s demands.

He stomped the ground, causing it to crack and splinter, and then launched a palm strike. This strike materialized into a colossal, mountain-sized imprint, obscuring the heavens as it descended upon Ye Mo.