Previously on The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood...
Ye Mo sets off for Dan City to procure materials for the Heavenly Spirit Resurrection Pill. Meanwhile, the Yang family in Dan City is visited by Jin Tianzun of the Dead Soul Royal Family, who demands they join their ranks. The Yang family patriarch, Yang Zu, refuses, stating they have already pledged allegiance to the Wraith Clan.
"I am sorry, but our Yang family clan has no intention of joining your Dead Soul Royal Family," Yang Zu stated once more.
"I think you are simply courting death!" Jin Tianzun declared. Just as he prepared to make a move, Ao Yuntian interjected, "Jin Tianzun, the Soul Master sent us to recruit them. If we kill them, won't we fail our mission?"
"Oh? What good idea do you have?" Jin Tianzun inquired, his brow furrowed. Indeed, killing them would make reporting back difficult.
"That old man insists on not joining our Dead Soul Royal Family. It's clear he's following someone else's orders. From his demeanor, he doesn't seem afraid of death. However, even if he isn't, others might be," Ao Yuntian remarked, his gaze sweeping over the guards behind Yang Zu. His sinister look caused them to shrink back immediately.
Ao Yuntian then smiled and turned his attention to Yang Rong. "What a beautiful woman. You must be the young miss of the Yang Mansion, correct? I wonder if you fear death? If your Yang family clan joins my Dead Soul Royal Family, your future status will be transcendently high. With your looks, you will undoubtedly be pursued by many geniuses within my Dead Soul Royal Family."
"Is that so? But I am not interested," Yang Rong replied with a cold sneer.
"Hmph, I truly don't believe that." Ao Yuntian, enraged, suddenly struck out with a palm towards Yang Rong. The space instantly distorted, forming a gigantic spatial hand that aimed to seize Yang Rong directly.
He, Ao Yuntian, was a top core disciple of the Dead Soul Royal Family, fully qualified to contend for the position of Twelfth Prince. To be ignored by a mere servant girl, and a third-rate one at that, was infuriating.
However, as Ao Yuntian unleashed his attack, Yang Rong showed no intention of dodging. Instead, her autumn eyes were filled with a sharp, icy light.
Just as Ao Yuntian’s palm was about to connect, a hazy radiance suddenly emanated from Yang Rong's body. This radiance rapidly expanded, instantly condensing into a gigantic stamp, emblazoned with a dragon-shaped pattern, reminiscent of a Jade Seal from ancient dynasties.
Rumble!
Ao Yuntian’s palm slammed onto the stamp, yet it did not waver in the slightest.
"What kind of martial pursuit is this? That woman's cultivation is only Divine Venerate Three Souls!" The disciples of the Dead Soul Royal Family watching were stunned, all taken aback by Yang Rong's move.
"So this is the seal?" Ao Yuntian licked his dry lips and unleashed another palm strike. The stamp finally could not withstand Ao Yuntian's attack and shattered instantly. Yang Rong was thrown backward repeatedly. Had Yang Xiao not caught her in time, she would undoubtedly have been seriously injured.
"The seal is truly formidable. With your Divine Venerate Three Souls cultivation, you actually managed to block one of my moves," Ao Yuntian declared, clapping his hands. "Are you still going to resist? All of you here, I alone can kill you. Hurry and surrender, submit to my Dead Soul Royal Family. Otherwise, I will slaughter every last servant girl and guard of your Yang family clan. I want to see how long you can hold out."
"Are people of my Wraith Clan something you can touch?" At this precise moment, a peculiar voice echoed. As the voice faded, a blue figure appeared in the sky, short hair flowing, a faint smile gracing his lips.
"Ye Mo, you are truly disregarding the path to heaven while barging into hell where there is no door." Seeing Ye Mo appear in mid-air, Ao Yuntian smirked disdainfully. With Jin Tianzun present, he would not allow Ye Mo to act arrogantly.
"Ye Mo? Why are you here?" Yang Rong exclaimed in surprise upon seeing Ye Mo in the sky.
"You truly kept your promise and did not join the Dead Soul Royal Family. Today, I am here on behalf of the Wraith Clan to recruit your Yang family clan. If anyone dares to target your Yang family clan, they will be making an enemy of my Wraith Clan," Ye Mo stated coldly.
"What bold words." Jin Tianzun gazed at Ye Mo, his expression equally indifferent. "I failed to kill you last time. This time, I would like to see who else can step in to save you."
Jin Tianzun hovered in mid-air, golden light radiating from his body, as if the surrounding space were about to be sliced apart by those golden rays.
"Old freak Jin, you think you can kill me now?" Ye Mo stared intently at Jin Tianzun, never expecting to meet him again so soon. In his estimation, their next encounter would most likely occur when the Wraith Clan and the Dead Soul Royal Family went to war.
"Heh, if I had taken you seriously that day, I might have overlooked a mere wandering soul. Your martial cultivation is indeed formidable. A head-on clash would present some difficulty in capturing or even killing you. However, your Soul Cultivation is far too weak. Even with a Soul Defense Immortal Artifact, once I get close and deploy my Soul Body Martial Technique, you will inevitably be slain."
Gazing at the man before him, Jin Tianzun spoke with effortless ease, akin to a Grandmaster assessing an amateur.
"Ye Mo, he is one of the four Supreme Elders serving the Soul Master, a true powerhouse at Divine Venerate Eight Souls. He is absolutely not someone you can contend with."
Yang Zu urgently shouted.
"Yang Zu, times have changed. Today, I shall allow all of you to witness my current strength."
Ye Mo clenched the Heavenly Snare Blood Spear, his form dissolving into a blurred shadow as he lunged directly at Jin Tianzun.
Regardless, Ye Mo no longer had to worry about the opponent's Soul Body Martial Technique. He simply thrust forward, intending to gradually deplete this elder's stamina first.
"You are simply asking for death. The moment you arrive, you dare to engage me in close combat."
Jin Tianzun unleashed a chilling laugh, and his Soul Body detached itself from his physical form. Confronting the approaching Ye Mo, he extended a hand, plunging it towards Ye Mo's mind, attempting to seize Ye Mo's Soul Body and forcibly extract it.
"Old man, your Soul Body Martial Technique cannot harm me."
Ye Mo paid no heed to Jin Tianzun's Soul Body Martial Technique, instead directly activating the Undying Life-and-Death Flame to engulf his own Soul Body. The instant Jin Tianzun's soul arm neared Ye Mo's Soul Body, an intense burning sensation, as if scorched, was felt.
"How is this possible? How could his Soul Cultivation have advanced so swiftly?"
Jin Tianzun cried out in astonishment. A golden longsword materialized in his hand, emanating a dazzling golden radiance that was almost blinding. Ordinary Martial Artists would find it impossible to gaze upon directly.
However, Ye Mo perceived that this golden light was no ordinary illumination. The sword concealed within the golden brilliance was the genuine Evil Weapon. The longsword resembled a coiled golden serpent; the golden light flickered as if it were flicking its tongue.
This serpent-like golden longsword felt as though one were wielding a golden viper. At first glance, it was clearly not a common weapon.
"Since advancing to Divine Venerate Eight Souls, I have never once unsheathed the Golden Light Slaughter Serpent Sword. Today, you shall serve as the sacrifice for my blade!"
Jin Tianzun's arm quivered, and the Golden Light Slaughter Serpent Sword emitted a resonant clang. As the golden light flashed, the blade of the Golden Light Slaughter Serpent Sword instantly coiled around the incoming Blood Fiend Spear. Furthermore, the sword's edge, like an elongated serpent, extended further, entwining the spear shaft, as if intent on severing Ye Mo's entire wrist.
