The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1415 - 1416: Jin Tianzun

Upon hearing Dantai Zanglian’s words, Ye Mo’s brow knitted, paying no mind to his opponent’s identity. A phantom, colossal hand materialized from his form and seized the Lord of Myriad Demons. This was no mere limb, but the Soul Extinction Hand, taking on the guise of a demonic appendage.

The very being of the Lord of Myriad Demons contorted under the dual forces, teetering on the brink of disintegration.

"You seek the Myriad Demon's Fire?" Ye Mo scoffed, his voice laced with disdain. "It won't be that simple!" As he reeled in the soul of the Lord of Myriad Demons, an immense Tomb Dragon Power erupted forth. The Ancient Yin-Yang Magnet, propelled with the force of a cannonball, streaked through the air like lightning, aimed directly at the elder.

A slight furrow creased the elder’s brow. The young man before him, rather than retreating, dared to contest him for the Myriad Demon's Fire. His massive hand unfurled, drawing numerous specks of golden light to coalesce in the atmosphere, forming a shimmering golden shield.

The Yin-Yang Divine Magnet roared, shattering the elder’s shield but failing to inflict any damage upon him. Seizing the opportune moment, Ye Mo unleashed another Immortal Cycle of Life and Death, drawing a longsword and striking at his own ability.

Boom!

The Immortal Cycle of Life and Death was bisected by the elder's counter-attack. Yet, the Undying Life-and-Death Flame immediately enveloped it, wrapping around the elder's soul arm and causing his spectral form to tremble.

"Now!" Ye Mo bellowed, channeling his spiritual energy furiously within his Soul Sea. The Soul Extinction Hand plunged into the Lord of Myriad Demons, securing the seed of the Myriad Demon's Fire.

"So, you reside in the Third Layer of the Soul Realm, yet you dare contend for the Myriad Demon's Fire against me." As Ye Mo's Undying Life-and-Death Flame constricted around his soul form, the elder discerned Ye Mo's soul cultivation. A phantom soul arrow then pierced into Ye Mo's Brain Domain.

"Haha, old man, the Myriad Demon's Fire is mine now." Ye Mo’s laughter boomed, utterly unfazed by the spiritual assault. He clutched the Myriad Demon's Fire seed firmly in his hand, driving it into the Soul Sea within his Brain Domain.

"Damn it, you actually possess a Soul Defense Immortal Artifact!" The elder roared, his fury evident as he completely annihilated the soul body of the Lord of Myriad Demons. His physical form materialized before Ye Mo, that of a gold-robed elder.

"It's you?" Ye Mo’s expression shifted to one of surprise. This elder was indeed one of the four Supreme Elders who had descended into the Genius Space that day – the very same gold-robed figure.

"Jin Tianzun, this is Ye Mo, also known as Ye Xiao; they are the same individual. You must eliminate him, or the repercussions will be unimaginable," Ao Zi pleaded, eyes wide with terror at Ye Mo's audacity in snatching the Myriad Demon's Fire from Jin Tianzun's grasp.

"I never anticipated you to be Ye Mo." Realization dawned on Jin Tianzun, a malevolent glint entering his eyes. "You are the one who slew my grandson, Hun Wuji. Today, I shall apprehend you and deliver you to the Dead Soul Royal Family, where you will experience our methods firsthand."

"Do not presume your Ancient Yin-Yang Magnet can contend with me. Your soul cultivation is your most significant vulnerability. Though you bear a Soul Defense Immortal Artifact, it cannot safeguard your soul body," Jin Tianzun stated, his face impassive.

"Capturing me will prove far more challenging than you imagine!" Ye Mo’s eyes narrowed. He sensed Jin Tianzun’s formidable power, though not on par with a Divine Venerate Nine Souls, he had occupied the Divine Venerate Eight Souls for countless years, far surpassing a freshly promoted cultivator like the Lord of Myriad Demons.

Furthermore, in terms of cultivation, techniques, experience, and trump cards, Jin Tianzun was a being of a different caliber. Engaging such an ancient entity was undeniably perilous.

"Fleeing now is the wisest course of action!" Ye Mo resolved. He reactivated the Ancient Yin-Yang Magnet, launching it once more toward Jin Tianzun. With a sweep of his colossal hand, he gathered Dantai Zanglian and Li Xiuyuan into his Sumeru ring. His form contorted, and he vanished from the scene.

"Even Blood Wudi could not escape my grasp." Jin Tianzun's expression remained unchanged as he casually waved his hand, neutralizing all the power of the Ancient Yin-Yang Magnet with an incredibly peculiar technique. The Ancient Yin-Yang Magnet reappeared within the hidden space Ye Mo had occupied moments before. Seizing this instant, Jin Tianzun slashed towards the magnet's reappearance point. A golden sword light flashed with blinding speed, far surpassing the projectile's velocity.

Concealed within the void, Ye Mo's countenance grew somber. His adversary's assault bore a resemblance to Hun Wuji's, yet it possessed a power far exceeding Hun Wuji's known capabilities. That brilliant golden sword radiance, akin to a celestial shooting star, moved with such astonishing velocity that Ye Mo was afforded no opportunity for defense. Consequently, he was compelled to activate the Solitary Darkness Cloak in an effort to withstand the onslaught.

Bang!

The golden sword light impacted Ye Mo's physical form directly, eliciting a resounding explosive noise. From the void's embrace, Ye Mo's figure reappeared, propelled outward in a state of disarray. He ultimately collided with the spatial barrier, becoming utterly embedded within it.

"The might displayed is indeed formidable. Nevertheless, were my soul cultivation not so lacking, I would have no cause to fear this elder."

Wiping the blood from his lips, Ye Mo observed Jin Tianzun with a grave expression. While Jin Tianzun had managed to inflict harm upon Ye Mo, it was merely a single strike as Ye Mo attempted his escape. Had Ye Mo's soul cultivation been on par with Jin Tianzun's, the victor between them would have been uncertain.

"To endure a single blow from my hand, your physical defense is quite commendable. Now, accept a soul body martial technique from me!"

As Jin Tianzun’s declaration concluded, he materialized instantaneously before Ye Mo. In a swift motion, countless ethereal arms sprang forth from his person, each brandishing a resplendent golden longsword, poised to strike directly at Ye Mo's Brain Domain.

This particular maneuver, should it find its mark against Ye Mo's Perfect Soul Body, would invariably lead to consequences beyond comprehension.

Yet, just as Ye Mo found himself in a state of panic, preparing to launch a desperate counterattack, a spectral spiritual hand emerged from the very fabric of space. It swiftly enveloped and seized all the illusory golden swords.

"Ye Mo, young one, preserve your life and cultivate diligently. Flee with all haste now!"

Upon hearing this familiar voice, Ye Mo's body quivered imperceptibly. He then clenched his teeth, retrieved the Ancient Yin-Yang Magnet, and his form transformed into a streak of light, vanishing from the Myriad Demon Realm.

Jin Tianzun, too, was rendered momentarily stunned by this abrupt and unforeseen intervention. Upon discerning the identity of the spectral soul body, his countenance froze. "Demon King Huang Tian, I had not anticipated that you would be reduced to a wandering ghost, still risking your existence to buy time for that brat's escape."

"Haha, as a wandering ghost, I no longer harbor any fear of death. That brat has made his escape. In due course, you shall join my ranks."

The Demon King Huang Tian let out a hearty, resonant laugh.

"Perish!"

Jin Tianzun bellowed in fury, unleashing a devastating palm strike that utterly annihilated the soul body of Demon King Huang Tian, its essence dissolving into soul origin which Jin Tianzun absorbed greedily.

Clenching his fists with immense force, Jin Tianzun gazed in the direction of Ye Mo's disappearance. He declared, "Ao Zi, we shall return to pay respects to your father. This impending conflict cannot be postponed any further."

"The grand battle is on the precipice of commencing!"

The disciples belonging to the Dead Soul Royal Family were collectively gripped by a profound sense of shock.