The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1409 - 1410: Escape, Escape, Escape

"Indeed. My Demon Clan is feeble and isolated. If we could secure the protection of the Dead Soul Royal Family, that would undoubtedly be the most advantageous outcome."

The Lord of Myriad Demons stated calmly.

"There is no issue with that. With a powerful expert such as yourself assisting my Dead Soul Royal Family, I am confident our clan will ascend to even greater heights, swiftly annihilate the Wraith Clan, unify the entire Wraith Land, and perhaps even bring the entirety of the Lingwu Continent under our dominion."

Ao Zi declared with a grin.

"Young clan master, there are still a few individuals from the Wraith Clan remaining over there."

A Disciple reminded him.

Ao Zi’s expression tightened. Recalling the events within the Kun Fa Bilei, he immediately turned and fixed his gaze upon Ye Mo and the other two, his eyes burning with boundless killing intent, particularly focusing on Ye Mo’s face.

"As for those four from the Wraith Clan, this King shall not intervene."

The Lord of Myriad Demons proclaimed. Individuals of such caliber were simply not worth his personal effort.

"These four insignificant pests are not worth troubling you. Once I eliminate them, I shall escort you to the Dead Soul Royal Family."

Ao Zi uttered, gesturing dismissively with his hand. Fourteen Disciples of the Divine Venerable Six Souls formation instantly encircled the quartet.

Zang Lian’s countenance immediately soured. She had initially gambled her life in pursuit of the Myriad Demon’s Fire. Now, not only was the Myriad Demon’s Fire beyond her reach, but the Lord of Myriad Demons was also poised to ally with the Dead Soul Royal Family, making his demise an even more formidable objective.

Furthermore, with the four of them ensnared by the Dead Soul Royal Family’s Disciples and the Lord of Myriad Demons observing from the sidelines, their prospects of stealthily acquiring the treasure diminished substantially.

"Lord of Myriad Demons, we are Core Disciples of the Wraith Clan. If you slay us, are you not concerned about the retaliation from my Wraith Clan?"

Zang Lian inquired.

"You are merely Core Disciples. We have dispatched countless Core Disciples. What difference would a few more make? Do you genuinely believe you can be compared to the young clan master?"

Ao Yuntian scoffed lightly. "The Lord of Myriad Demons is cooperating with us due to the Soul Master’s reputation. You four are merely Core Disciples; you warrant no attention whatsoever. The Lord of Myriad Demons would not even spare you a glance."

"My true form is currently undergoing a breakthrough on the first level of the Genius Space, leaving me with no time to rush over here."

Ye Mo’s brow furrowed slightly. He then addressed them: "Senior Sister Zang Lian, Senior Brother Qin Yong, Senior Brother Li Xiuyuan, in a moment, I will self-destruct. Seize the opportunity to escape."

"What? Self-destruct?"

Zang Lian was taken aback. "Junior Brother Ye Xiao, this entire predicament is my fault. Had I not been so insistent on acquiring the Myriad Demon’s Fire, we might not be in this dire situation. However, the Myriad Demon’s Fire is of paramount importance to me, compelling me to make such a choice. Junior Brother Ye Xiao, you all must escape now; I shall hold them back."

"Rest assured, this is merely an Energy Clone. The instant I perceived the Lord of Myriad Demons’ scheme, my true body had already departed. Otherwise, did you truly believe the Kun Fa Bilei could be breached so easily?"

Ye Mo offered a smile, saying no more. His body began to contract rapidly, compressing itself almost to a single point. With each successive compression, the pupils of the surrounding Dead Soul Royal Family Disciples widened in alarm. They recognized that Ye Mo was concentrating and intensifying his power for a self-destructive attack.

A palpable aura of danger emanated from that single point, prompting them to hastily retreat to a considerable distance from Ye Mo, leaving Zang Lian and the other two entirely unattended for the moment.

"Hurry and flee. This is the extent of my assistance to you now."

Ye Mo bellowed at the top of his lungs.

Witnessing the scene unfold, Zang Lian’s eyes welled up with tears. "Go!"

Amidst a deafening explosion, the trio shot forth with incredible speed towards the periphery of the Myriad Demon Realm. Their objective was clear: to escape the confines of the Myriad Demon Realm and attain safety.

"Sister Zang Lian, Junior Brother Ye Xiao repeatedly cautioned us. Had we heeded his words even a little, we would not find ourselves in such a wretched state now."

"If I had not been so covetous of the Myriad Demon’s Fire, we would not have landed ourselves in this predicament."

"You cannot shoulder all the blame. For this Epic-level mission, your objective was not the Demon Core at all, but rather the Myriad Demon’s Fire, was it not?"

The three individuals pushed their flight to its absolute limit.

Boom!

At that precise moment, the heavens and earth violently convulsed. Zang Lian realized her speed had inexplicably decreased—not that it had truly diminished, but rather they had inadvertently entered a spatial domain. Regardless of how fast she flew, it felt as though they were trapped in a perpetual circle, utterly unable to break free.

"Attempting to abscond amidst the confusion? apprehend them!"

Ao Zi deflected the blast wave from the detonation, and with a grand sweep of his arm, streaks of radiant light violently shot out, re-encircling the trio.

"It seems our demise is inevitable here."

Zang Lian observed the Disciples of the Dead Soul Royal Family. Each one had attained the Martial Dao Realm of Divine Venerable Six Souls, and their combat prowess was on par with his own.

"Blast it! With that Lord of Myriad Demons looming over us, escape is impossible. I'll fight them to my last breath."

Qin Yong swore, a fierce glint in his eyes. He bit his tongue, and a mouthful of vital blood, imbued with immense battle power, erupted forth.

Instantly, his physique swelled, tearing through the armor adorning his upper body. Peculiar markings materialized across his skin, subsequently emitting a golden luminescence, nearly suffusing his entire being with gold.

At this juncture, Qin Yong transformed into a War God, appearing as though forged from pure Gold.

"It's actually the Invincible Battle Body! I never imagined the legendary Invincible Battle Body would resurface."

"The Wraith Clan truly harbors hidden talents. My horizons have certainly been broadened today."

"However, that only makes your demise all the more satisfying!"

Qin Yong's manifestation of the Invincible Battle Body elicited gasps of astonishment from the surrounding Dead Soul Royal Family Disciples. This supreme Battle Body once belonged to a bygone figure known as the Unbeaten Divine Venerate. Once activated, the entire body became akin to a fortress of bronze and iron, possessing immeasurable strength and rendering its user virtually impervious to harm.

Furthermore, this particular martial technique, which directly amplified power, carried absolutely no detrimental after-effects. That was its truly formidable aspect.

Even the formidable Lord of Myriad Demons was momentarily stunned by Qin Yong's display of the Invincible Battle Body.

"Insignificant vermin of the Dead Soul Royal Family, which one among you dares to face me?"

Qin Yong bellowed.

"Haha, if you can vanquish me, we shall permit your trio to depart!"

Among their ranks, the most powerful combatant, Ao Yuntian, declared with a laugh. Despite the might of Qin Yong's Invincible Battle Body, he remained dismissive. He had nearly ascended to the ranks of a Martial Artist under the Twelfth Prince.

"Perish!"

With a furious cry, Qin Yong dispensed with pleasantries. He thrust a punch towards the void. A resounding boom echoed as immense pressure carved a chasm into the space before him. That surging, peerless force coalesced into a golden fist-shaped energy blast, hurtling directly towards Ao Yuntian.

*Whoosh!*

Perceiving the sheer ferocity of the incoming strike, Ao Yuntian eschewed a direct confrontation. His form flickered, employing an extraordinarily subtle maneuver to evade Qin Yong's punch. Concurrently, the longsword in his grasp swept outward, agitating the very air. Countless arcs of sword light, imbued with a chilling aura that sent shivers down the spine, fiercely slashed towards Qin Yong.

*Clang, clang, clang!*

Confronting this onslaught, Qin Yong exhibited absolute fearlessness. Remaining stationary in mid-air, he allowed the torrent of sword lights to impact his body. They merely produced sparks upon his flesh, inflicting no discernible injury whatsoever.