The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 1291 - 1292: The Fierce Battle with Hun Wuji

Ahhhh!

As Ye Mo’s voice fell, a tragic scream echoed from the other side. Chimei’s body was engulfed in black flames, and when the flames dissipated, Chimei had completely turned to nothingness.

Hiss!

Seeing this scene, everyone gasped. They were well aware that the two brothers, Chimei and Wangliang, had slain countless leaders, even killing demi-honored fighters.

But now, they were still defeated by Ye Mo.

"This Ye Mo is indeed our savior."

Li Murong gave a bitter smile. When Ye Mo first reported to their camp, his strength was just about enough to open the Three Time-Space Gates. But now, he’s capable of dominating the entire Realm of Wraith.

His biggest opponent now is the Second Prince, Hun Wuji. As long as he defeats Hun Wuji, this battle will be victorious.

If Ye Mo is defeated by Hun Wuji, it will naturally lead to a tragic failure.

Hun Wuji, as the Second Prince, second only to the Grand Prince, has methods unknown to others.

Therefore, there is still much suspense about this battle.

"You are impressive, indeed a character. Of the ten princes dispatched by the Dead Soul Royal Family, eight have died by your hand. If I don’t kill you, I will have difficulty reporting back to the family."

Hun Wuji said.

"You think you can kill me?"

Ye Mo coldly laughed. "To be honest, I’m not even sure how strong I am now, but I know you cannot contend against me."

"Haha?"

Hun Wuji laughed heartily. "I became the Second Prince by stepping over corpses."

The selection mechanism for the twelve princes of the Dead Soul Royal Family is extremely cruel. From the Lingwu Continent, a thousand geniuses are selected, then confined in a closed space for seven days and nights of merciless slaughter. Those who survive have the right to become princes.

Once a prince, they face monthly elimination. Falling behind means being ousted.

Becoming a prince is no simple feat.

Whether it’s the Ninth Prince’s Space Technique, the Fifth Prince’s Divine Thief Technique, or the Chimei Wangliang brothers, they are all geniuses among geniuses.

Unfortunately, they encountered Ye Mo.

"Swoosh!"

As he spoke, a sword light once again burst out from Hun Wuji’s body. This golden light was incredibly sharp, seemingly slicing through his entire vision.

Ripping!

The surrounding space and ground were torn into a huge chasm.

Any substance under this sword was unbelievably fragile.

"Hmph!"

Ye Mo swept his spear, clashing with the sword light. The sword light exploded once again, lashing out at the surrounding soldiers. Any soldier touched by the sword light was instantly split in two.

"Blood Fiend Return!"

Ye Mo shouted, the Blood Fiend Frenzied Divine Strength was infused onto the Blood Fiend Spear. Countless spear shadows floated in the air. This time, instead of merging, they shot out directly.

If Hun Wuji wanted to harm the innocent, Ye Mo wouldn’t hold back.

"Quick, run!"

The leaders of the Wraith Camp, seeing this, turned pale and fled backward.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh!

The spear glowed like sharp swords, piercing through the bodies of those leaders, nearly accounting for a hundred casualties in one strike.

"We have to retreat; getting close to them is suicidal!"

The terrified crowd, from any camp, retreated rapidly. Even demi-honored fighters dared not approach.

After all, Ye Mo’s combat power was comparable to the Divine Venerable Three Souls, a far higher class than them.

"It seems your methods are on par with mine."

Hun Wuji coldly sneered, spreading his arms. Instantly, his body emitted golden light, transforming his entire form into a sword light. The surrounding space was pulled apart.

"Heavenly Sword Invincible!"

Hun Wuji roared, the golden light on him suddenly separated, converging into a golden longsword in the void, thrusting fiercely at Ye Mo.

The golden longsword, forged like the sun, was blinding. It broke free from the world’s constraints, seeming to annihilate everything, reversing reincarnation, and dominating the heavens.

"Tomb Dragon’s Might!"

Ye Mo also roared, the Tomb Dragon Power roaring madly from his body into the sky, sweeping the air. Its terrifying aura was like that of the Supreme, eternal and indestructible.

The shadows of Tomb Dragon lights were infused into the Blood Fiend Spear, charging directly at the golden longsword.

Rumble!

The two terrifying forces collided, instantly transforming the plain to a massive crater, as the surrounding void began to vibrate and collapse.

"Break!"

Ye Mo shouted, Qiu Qiu frantically absorbing the golden longsword’s assault. Ye Mo pierced through the golden longsword, charging toward Hun Wuji.

The Spirit Martial Camp members witnessed this with expressions of joy.

Hun Wuji, seeing this, coldly hummed, his body again lit with a golden glow.

Clang!

Ye Mo’s attack struck his body, resonating with metallic collision sounds. Yet Ye Mo knew this shot didn’t seem to significantly harm Hun Wuji.

Ye Mo retreated, hovering in mid-air, while Hun Wuji was shaken by the shot, stepping back a hundred paces.

Then, as the golden light diminished, people saw that Hun Wuji had a golden armor on his body. The armor was ferocious, with eighteen golden longswords thrust into its back and two on each shoulder.

His arms were adorned with numerous barbs, each a miniature longsword.

"What kind of treasure is that?"

Li Murong was shocked at the sight.

"Haha, this is the second-ranked Sword Light Armor among the Ten Great Soul Tools, an Ancient Defensive Treasure with invincible defense."

An experienced leader from the Wraith Camp laughed aloud.

Hun Wuji cultivated sword light, and now clad in Sword Light Armor, his strength was elevated.

"Sword Light Armor?"

Ye Mo frowned. That strike was diminished, yet the attack was still formidable, but the opponent brought out the sword armor, blocking his assault. It proved the armor’s formidable power.

"Haha, Ye Mo, let me show you the power of an Ancient Fierce Weapon, Sword Slaughter Heaven!"

Hun Wuji laughed, the eighteen reversed longswords on Sword Light Armor flew up, aligning in a row, stabbing at Ye Mo.

Faces turned pale!

Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh!

Longswords stabbed Ye Mo’s body, but contrary to expectations, were not directly pierced by the skills released by the Ancient Immortal Artifact; they bounced off.

Ye Mo was also wearing a treasure, a black and silver cloak.

"Lone Black Sky Measuring Ruler!"

Ye Mo swung the cloak, a black-silver giant ruler spanned the void, sweeping fiercely at Hun Wuji.