The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1445 - 1446: Great Celestial Son

"He clearly only possesses the realm of the Divine Venerable Five Souls, yet the aura he’s unleashing is already approaching Divine Venerable Eight Souls."

"Oh my, among the disciples, there’s actually a martial artist comparable to Divine Venerable Eight Souls."

"No wonder he can complete epic level tasks."

Exclamations of amazement echoed throughout the martial arts tournament arena.

Almost everyone stood up in shock, their pupils dilated, staring at Ye Mo in disbelief.

Originally, they all thought Ye Mo’s strength would barely contend with a regular Divine Venerable Six Souls, but now the aura he’s displaying has already reached Divine Venerable Eight Souls. Even the vice chieftain back then wasn’t this terrifying!

Ye Mo’s aura was bursting forth, like thousands of enemies, a rolling tide of steel, able to easily trample Xiang Qiu into a pulp in an instant.

"How is this possible?"

Xiang Qiu looked at this scene, his eyes turning red, his legs seemingly stuck in the ground, unable to be pulled out.

"Impossible, impossible, how could you be so powerful? Even the vice chieftain back then only contended with Divine Venerable Seven Souls, and you’re able to reach Divine Venerable Eight Souls—I don’t believe it!"

Xiang Qiu finally fell into complete madness, eyes nearly split open, roaring continuously; he believed this was absolutely impossible.

"Xiang Qiu, who’s the genius, who’s the ant? I said I would represent Brother Li Xiuyuan to defeat you soundly. Since you used your strength to cause Brother Li Xiuyuan’s tragedy, I’ll destroy that strength of yours!"

Ye Mo’s figure, like a sharp sword, directly stabbed forward, making Xiang Qiu feel a stinging sensation immediately.

Subsequently, Ye Mo’s form vanished and instantaneously appeared before Xiang Qiu, flicking his fingers lightly, instantly tearing through Xiang Qiu’s body defenses, and with a bent finger, he shot directly onto Xiang Qiu’s Dantian.

Puchi!

Xiang Qiu immediately spewed out a mouthful of blood, clutching his stomach, curled up on the ground with an expression of disbelief.

"My Dantian, destroyed?"

Xiang Qiu simply couldn’t believe any of this was real; the strength he had painstakingly cultivated, ruined just like that?

"No, my Dantian can’t be destroyed, this mustn’t be real. I’m supposed to become the Great Celestial Son—how could my Dantian be destroyed?"

Xiang Qiu shook his head repeatedly, but feeling the strength leaking from his body, his body started trembling.

"This is the strength you rely on for survival, now look—how is Yan Lingfeng looking at you?"

Ye Mo’s voice rang in Xiang Qiu’s ears, his expression contorted, looking at Yan Lingfeng on the viewing stage, who was looking at him without the previous admiration, but with disgust and disdain, whereas she gazed at Ye Mo with a look of worship.

Ye Mo didn’t pay attention to Xiang Qiu’s expression, directly leaving the tournament arena. To him, destroying Xiang Qiu’s Dantian was more satisfying than killing him, even if his Dantian could be repaired, his cultivation wouldn’t reach Divine Venerable Seven Souls, and he could never break through to it again.

"Vice Chieftain, Ye Mo’s strength is powerful, he could easily defeat Xiang Qiu, but he deliberately destroyed Xiang Qiu’s Dantian—that’s inappropriate."

Just as Ye Mo left the tournament ground, an elderly voice resounded, Ye Mo frowning at this familiar voice, his eyes scanning, quickly spotting someone in the elder’s seat, none other than Elder Wu Chen, who had previously troubled Dantai Zanglian.

"Elder Wu Chen, if you’re not convinced, we can have a match."

Ye Mo said coldly.

"Ye Mo, what do you mean by this? Don’t think that just because you have strength comparable to Divine Venerate Eight Souls, you can be so arrogant."

Wu Chen was infuriated by Ye Mo’s words, his face turning red.

"The vice chieftain hasn’t spoken, what gives you the right to?"

Now, Ye Mo was extremely arrogant, his wild tone even making Dantai Zanglian and Qin Yong unable to see through him.

"The Heavenly Ranking Challenge is an exchange between disciples, and you publicly destroyed a disciple’s Dantian—that is a grave sin."

Wu Chen knew Ye Mo was Mengxin’s person, making them a huge threat. After all, his support was Clan Leader Wang Mo Luo, so he wasn’t afraid of the situation escalating.

"Xiang Qiu blatantly said he wanted to kill me during the tournament, so if he’s willing to kill me, why shouldn’t I destroy him? Just because I’m stronger, does it mean I can’t destroy him?"

Ye Mo sneered.

"You!"

Wu Chen was rendered speechless, stupefied by Ye Mo’s retort.

"Elder Wu Chen, Xiang Qiu attempted to kill Ye Mo first; Ye Mo destroying Xiang Qiu’s Dantian is understandable—let’s leave it at that. Elder Tianxin, please go and treat Xiang Qiu, try to salvage him."

Zhou Tianmo resolved all the conflicts with one sentence, and even ordered the elder to try to treat Xiang Qiu, instantly earning the respect of all disciples.

"Alright, the first phase of the challenge tournament is over, Dantai Zanglian, Qin Yong, and Ye Mo have all successfully challenged Red Identity disciples, becoming Heavenly Ranking disciples. Next is the second phase of the challenge tournament, where Heavenly Ranking disciples can choose to challenge the top twenty disciples, including the newly successful challengers Dantai Zanglian and Ye Mo."

Zhou Tianmo continued.

The second phase is the top twenty challenge tournament. Generally, disciples who consider themselves powerful would challenge the top twenty, as succeeding would mean their statue is displayed in the martial arts field—a mark of honor.

Now, the Heavenly Ranking disciple top twenty challenge tournament.

Naturally, these disciples challenge the lower-ranked disciples, with Qin Yong successfully challenging the 20th-ranked disciple, seamlessly becoming one of the top twenty.

There were dozens of matches, and in the end, no one else stepped up to challenge; only a few disciples were successful, leaving the top twenty largely unchanged.

Next is the final stage of the tournament—the ranking competition for the top twenty, which also determines the Twelve Emperors.

"Next is the final stage of the tournament—the battle for the top spot, the Great Celestial Son contest. Anyone wishing to compete for the position of Great Celestial Son, please step forward."

As Zhou Tianmo’s words fell, everyone fell into silence, then all eyes turned to Ye Mo. The contest for the Great Celestial Son was now without suspense.

Ye Mo feeling the surrounding gazes, smiled and leaped forward, having displayed strength that nearly overwhelmed the arena—the position of Great Celestial Son was undoubtedly his.

"Since no one came forward, the top place in the Heavenly Ranking, the position of Great Celestial Son, goes to Ye Mo."