The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1423 - 1424: Slaying Jin Tianzun

Ye Mo's brow furrowed. Lu Xian's arm suddenly exerted force, yet he found himself unable to dislodge the Blood Fiend Spear. He could only watch helplessly as the sword blade, entwined with the spear shaft, continued its assault.

"Quite a formidable weapon!"

Ye Mo's palm loosened, and the Ancient Yin Yang God Magnet materialized. The sheer power of this divine artifact caused the entire void to tremble.

The members of the Yang family clan and the disciples of the Dead Soul Royal Family felt the oppressive aura of the Ancient Yin Yang God Magnet, making it difficult to even draw a single breath.

At this critical juncture, Yang Rong's gaze darted back and forth, her disbelief palpable. Ye Mo's current strength was astonishing, enabling him to contend with a Divine Venerate Eight Souls expert. This was simply beyond her comprehension.

Initially, Yang Rong had anticipated Ye Mo would undergo considerable improvement after his sojourn with the Wraith Clan. However, she had estimated this enhancement to, at most, reach the level of a Divine Venerable Four Souls or Five Souls. Now, Ye Mo had ascended to the ranks of a paramount expert on the Lingwu Continent. A Divine Venerate Eight Souls wasn't just a top-tier cultivator within the Wraith Land, but on any continent, they were a prize sought after by major powers.

Ye Mo had undeniably earned her deep admiration.

"Have you given up on your weapon?"

Jin Tianzun observed Ye Mo releasing the Blood Fiend Spear, only to summon the Ancient Yin Yang God Magnet in its place. With a sweep of his arm, the Blood Fiend Spear, previously behind him, flew out. Simultaneously, the Golden Light Slaughter Serpent Sword reverted to its serpentine form, a golden viper now, lashing out towards Ye Mo.

Ye Mo's expression shifted slightly. He activated a repulsive force, transforming the Ancient Yin Yang God Magnet into a projectile. It created layers upon layers of abyssal space before hurtling towards Jin Tianzun.

Jin Tianzun let out a cold sneer. His Golden Light Slaughter Serpent Sword, functioning like a whip, coiled around the Ancient Yin Yang God Magnet. Despite this, he was repeatedly forced backward by the immense impact, shattering numerous spatial barriers. Yet, the Ancient Yin Yang God Magnet failed to inflict any damage upon him.

"I've told you, your Ancient Yin Yang God Magnet is ineffective against me. Were your cultivation a bit stronger, perhaps you could inflict some harm."

Jin Tianzun taunted.

"Is that so?"

Upon witnessing this, Ye Mo merely shook his head with a faint smile.

Puff!

From behind Jin Tianzun, a spear materialized mysteriously. It carried an almost suffocating might, plunging directly into Jin Tianzun's body. The spear pierced straight through his chest, instantly dyeing the surrounding void crimson with his blood.

In that moment, the core disciples of the Dead Soul Royal Family underwent a dramatic shift in their expressions. Jin Tianzun had been struck by the opponent's spear, completely undetected!

"Die!"

The spear directly assailed Jin Tianzun's origin, causing his power to wane drastically. Ye Mo unleashed his repulsion once more, compelling the Ancient Yin Yang God Magnet to swiftly break free from the Golden Light Slaughter Serpent Sword and surge ferociously towards Jin Tianzun.

Ye Mo channeled all five hundred million points of his Tomb Dragon Power into the repulsion, pushing the Ancient Yin Yang God Magnet's might close to its absolute limit.

Jin Tianzun's pupils contracted. Even as a Divine Venerate Eight Souls expert, while the Ancient Yin Yang God Magnet itself couldn't harm him, the sheer force of this particular strike would not leave him unscathed.

He immediately activated his Gold Light Robe for protection. However, the force of the Ancient Yin Yang God Magnet already wreaked havoc upon his flesh and blood, its terrifying impact nearly pulverizing his internal organs and bones.

Puff!

A significant amount of blood erupted from his mouth. Jin Tianzun's face had turned ashen, his vital signs rapidly diminishing.

"How is this possible?"

Jin Tianzun's face was etched with utter disbelief. How had the Blood Fiend Spear managed to strike him from behind? He had tossed the spear hundreds of miles away. Even if Ye Mo wished to recall it, it should have been an impossibility.

"I neglected to mention, the shaft of my spear is also forged from the Ancient Yin Yang God Magnet. Thus, I can attract the Blood Fiend Spear using repulsion as well. It is thanks to the Ancient Yin Yang God Magnet that this spear strike, which assassinated you, achieved a potency even I could not replicate."

Ye Mo stated calmly.

In truth, Ye Mo's most potent technique, Mo Tian's Unparalleled Move, could not compare to that single strike. The Ancient Yin Yang God Magnet's ability to attract the Blood Fiend Spear reached an exceptionally terrifying degree. Consider this: an artifact capable of effortlessly attracting an attack akin to a full-force strike from a Divine Venerate Eight Souls expert, thus severely wounding such an opponent. Harnessing this power to propel the Blood Fiend Spear for an assault was, naturally, far more devastating.

"Jin Tianzun!"

An uproar swept through the disciples of the Dead Soul Royal Family, the scene utterly beyond their comprehension. Jin Tianzun, one of the four Supreme Elders serving the Soul Master, had fallen to Ye Mo's might.

"Ye Mo, attempting to take my life? It won't be that simple!"

Jin Tianzun bellowed, an expansive gesture causing him to vanish from sight.

"You old cur, attempting an escape? Meet your doom!"

Ye Mo unleashed his Eye of the Divine Beast, instantly pinpointing his foe's location. With renewed fury, he activated the Ancient Yin Yang God Magnet and surged forward.

BOOM!

The strike unerringly found Jin Tianzun, concealed within the spatial barrier, obliterating his physical form.

"Damn you, Ye Mo! I shall be your bane. You dare to slay me, and I shall reduce you to utter dust!"

Jin Tianzun’s disembodied soul emerged, roaring with incandescent rage.

"A mere soul, yet still so insolent in death."

With a casual wave, Ye Mo ensnared the soul body in his grasp, applying a crushing grip. A mournful wail echoed as Jin Tianzun's soul dissolved entirely into its origin.

Thus perished Jin Tianzun, the esteemed representative of the Dead Soul Royal Family and one of the Soul Master’s four Supreme Elders, at the hands of Ye Mo.

"This is..."

The members of the Yang family clan stared, eyes wide with disbelief. An expert of the Divine Venerate Eight Souls realm had just met their end before them.

Meanwhile, Ao Cangwu and his companions wore grim expressions.

"Flee!"

The desperate thought ignited, and they scattered in every direction, attempting to break free.

"Do not permit their escape!"

The Wraith Demon Emperor commanded.

Ye Mo gripped the Blood Fiend Spear, its powerful swings unleashing torrents of Magic Weapon Red Tassel Spear energy that sliced through space, causing fleeing figures to detonate in sprays of blood mist.

One by one, ethereal soul bodies drifted away, only to be met by Ye Mo's unfettered flames, instantly incinerating them. Even formidable martial artists like Ao Yuntian were powerless against Ye Mo's onslaught.

"Unfathomably powerful, effortlessly vanquishing experts of the Divine Venerable Six Souls realm."

Awe rendered everyone speechless.

"What? You no longer recognize me?"

Ye Mo withdrew the Yin Yang Divine Magnet and the Blood Fiend Spear, descending gracefully.

"Ye Xiao, no, esteemed Master Ye."

Yang Zu swiftly amended his address. True strength dictated status; in the wake of defeating a Divine Venerate Eight Souls expert, Ye Mo commanded immense respect.

"There is no need for 'Master.' You have honored your pledge and established us as friends. Between friends, such formalities are unnecessary." Ye Mo gestured dismissively. Their courage in defying the Dead Soul Royal Family in such circumstances was a trait worthy of his camaraderie.

"Friends?"

Yang Zu was taken aback, unprepared for an expert of Ye Mo's caliber to propose friendship, rather than mere cooperation. After all, individuals at his level typically associated with those in the Divine Venerate Late Stage.

"What, do you find the prospect of my friendship disagreeable?" Ye Mo inquired with a smile.

"No, not at all!"

Yang Rong quickly interjected, her gaze towards Ye Mo now filled with profound deference.

"Very well. Enough pleasantries. News of Jin Tianzun's demise will undoubtedly reach the Dead Soul Royal Family swiftly. Your presence here now carries considerable risk. Therefore, you must proceed to the Wraith Clan. Upon arrival, seek refuge under the pretense of seeking sanctuary. I believe, with your formidable seal skills, integrating as a branch of the Wraith Clan will not prove difficult."