The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 1284 - 1285: Nightmare Descends

This Auditory Divination Technique is an innate supernatural power of the Fourth Prince Chi Mei, allowing him to attach his ear to the ground and sense the movements of everyone around through ground vibrations, unless the other party is in the air.

"Wang Liang, I found them. There are six people gathered together; it should be them."

Chi Mei said.

"Found them?"

A smile appeared on Wang Liang’s face as well, as he hadn’t anticipated that Chi Mei would locate Ye Mo and the others so quickly.

"Yes, the six of them are rather careless, resting in an open clearing. If we head there now, we can catch them immediately. Then you can use the King of Ghosts Spider Silk; they won’t be able to escape."

The Fourth Prince Chi Mei said.

"Let’s go right now. I’m going to tear that Ye Mo into pieces."

Wang Liang’s face displayed a hint of a sinister smile.

This was an open clearing.

Ye Mo, feeling a surge in power, did not choose an overly concealed location. He was waiting for Mo Bufan’s injuries to fully heal before returning to the camp.

"Ye Mo, you’re really blessed with fortune in the face of misfortune this time. Not only did Kill Break Wolf fail to kill you, but you also grasped a powerful killing move."

Feng Chu said plainly.

"Weren’t you also blessed by misfortune this time?"

Ye Mo said with a smile.

Earlier, Feng Chu, upon seeing Bai Xueqin injured, had used Divine Demon Fury Strike on Feng Xing. This was a martial pursuit he had realized from the inheritance of the body of Divine Demon.

This move was enough to grievously injure a leader at the Wheel of Reincarnation Peak, though it consumed a significant amount of energy.

Just then, Ye Mo’s brows suddenly furrowed as he began to scan his surroundings. Transparent threads started to appear around them.

These threads were undetectable to ordinary people. If not for Ye Mo’s Eye of the Divine Beast, he would not have been able to find them either.

"Enemies! Run!"

Ye Mo shouted a warning, swinging the Heavenly Snare Blood Spear in his hand. The sounds of threads snapping were heard, the other five were suddenly startled, and they each drew their weapons.

"Haha, as expected from the genius who killed Wen Chichi, you even detected my King of Ghosts Spider Silk."

A cold, mocking voice rang out, and the six saw two mirages swiftly approaching from afar, landing right in front of them.

Standing before them was one with a ghost face and human body, and the other with a human face and beast body.

These two were undoubtedly the brothers Chi Mei and Wang Liang.

"Who are you?"

Ye Mo’s expression changed drastically; from the man before him, he could sense a certain danger.

Immediately, he used mental transmission to the other five, saying, "These two are most likely the Third and Fourth Princes of the Dead Soul Holy Clan. I’m not confident in dealing with them. Seize the opportunity to escape back to camp."

"Fourth Prince of the Dead Soul Royal Family, Chi Mei."

"Third Prince of the Dead Soul Royal Family, Wang Liang."

Chi Mei and Wang Liang introduced themselves one by one.

"Just as expected!"

Ye Mo was secretly shocked, preparing to signal the five to escape, but soon realized something was wrong. Centered on Chi Mei, a black field had formed.

"Another Ninth Order Mental Power! And it’s a field no weaker than the Immortal-Slaying Domain."

Ye Mo sensed this field and tried to use his own to break it but found he couldn’t.

"In my Ghostly Divine Domain, don’t struggle. You won’t be able to escape."

Chi Mei said calmly.

The opponent’s field was a Ghostly Divine Domain, and his mental power was also at the ninth rank. Such talent couldn’t be described as anything short of extraordinary.

"What exactly do you want?"

Ye Mo asked.

His arsenal included the improved Wraith Formation and the Immortal Cycle of Life and Death, alongside a newly comprehended move, making him unafraid of any fighter below Demi-Honored status.

But the aura emanating from the opponent gave him little confidence.

Even if Talisman Fatty made a move, it wasn’t guaranteed to succeed. Talisman Fatty could unleash a powerful strike but could only do so once.

"What do we want? Let’s not mention that you’ve killed that worthless Eleventh Brother, even Eighth and Ninth Brother. After all, the dead hold no value; dying by your hands means they weren’t qualified to be princes. However, you killed Xuan Kui, my most beloved woman, and I will definitely dismember you."

The Third Prince Wang Liang roared angrily, venting all his pent-up rage.

"So that’s how it is!"

Ye Mo said calmly, "Our sides have always been opposing; you kill me, I kill you, neither can blame the other. Even if you want revenge, I don’t blame you. I would do the same, but don’t bring others into it. If you’re here representing the Wraith Camp to kill us, we’ll fight to death. If you’re here to avenge Xuan Kui, let’s duel."

"Duel? Do you think you’re worthy of dueling with me?"

Wang Liang said disdainfully.

"Heh, I killed Wen Chichi, do you think I’m not qualified? If you’re a man, have your companion lift the field, and let’s duel. Show your strength and kill me."

Ye Mo shouted, leaving Wang Liang momentarily stunned.

"Interesting. Chi Mei, lift the field, but don’t let those five escape. I’ll show him Wang Liang’s skills."

Wang Liang said.

"Certainly!"

Chi Mei nodded, lifting the field, and then displayed a High-grade Soul Death Formation, trapping the five within a restrictive barrier.

"This Fourth Prince called Chi Mei is strong, effortlessly trapping us. His power likely reaches Demi-Honored status as well."

Feng Chu looked at the restrictive barrier, which was stronger than the one cast by the Sixth Prince. Even if he unleashed Divine Demon Fury Strike, he couldn’t break it, as the wall would immediately repair itself; they could only watch the two ensue in battle.

"Ye Mo, considering your cultivation is weak, I’ll let you strike first. I’m curious about your methods! Even Wen Chichi died by your hand."

Wang Liang said disdainfully.

"In that case, I won’t hold back!"

Ye Mo leaped into the void, performing Peerless Motian, aiming straight for Wang Liang’s brow.

In an instant, Wang Liang felt a golden field emanate from the spear tip, enveloping him, with a binding force leaving him immobile,

"You actually managed to apply field power to your attack, and your field is not ordinary."

Wang Liang observed Ye Mo’s move, his expression unchanging, his hand suddenly grabbing, breaking the binding force and seizing Ye Mo’s Peerless Motian.

"How is that possible? Ye Mo’s strongest move caught barehanded?"

"Who exactly is this Third Prince? Even a Demi-Honored fighter might not dare catch Ye Mo’s move barehanded, right?"

The scene left Feng Chu and the five others feeling incredulous.