The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood - Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Intervention Of The Masked Man

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

What kind of martial technique is that, and how could it possibly break the All-encompassing Net!? It couldn’t have been a Spiritual Level technique. Could it possibly be a Mortal level technique? That explains his strength, thought Qin Shaoyang. His face suddenly lit up with greed, and he said, “What was that martial technique you used? Reveal your secret, and I shall spare your life.”

Considering the fact that Ye Mo was only in Spirit Cultivating Second Realm, him defeating two Spirit Cultivating Eighth Realm martial artists as well as nullifying the All-encompassing Net was an incredible feat.

There was no other explanation! It must be closely tied to his martial technique!

Limestone City residents had never even seen a Mortal level technique. Even though Spirit level and Mortal level were only one level apart, there existed a significant disparity in power. For Qin Shaoyang, at this moment, obtaining that Mortal level technique was more important than obtaining the Mo Clan’s resources.

“Was that a Mortal level technique? Not even the Three Major Alliance possesses many of those. How come it’s in his hands?” gasped Qin Tianhong.

“Could it be that the miracle Ye Mo encountered in Spirit Valley actually increased his powers? I’m so glad to hear that!” Xiao Yue said with delight. Her face suddenly paled as she noticed the incoming crowd, and she cried, “The Ye’s are here!”

“My my, what’s this commotion all about? Oh! A Mortal level technique? Qin Shaoyang, let me aid you in taking down this boy. We can hold him hostage!”

Immediately, the two Spirit Cultivating Eighth Realm martial artists from Ye Clan surrounded Ye Mo. Ye Changsheng came forward and said icily, “That spear… you are Ye Mo!”

“Haha. Ye Changsheng, I bet you never would have guessed! Did you think that Conjoint Training would make you invincible? With my current skill, I can easily finish you off, or make you beg for mercy!” Ye Mo declared, ripping off the face mask.

“Finish me off? You have used up much of your Yuanli in the previous fight already. And with these two Spirit Cultivating Eighth Realm martial artists by my side, do you honestly think you will succeed?” said Ye Changsheng calmly.

“Murder isn’t difficult at all. Now surrender your resources!” a chilling voice commanded amidst the commotion, causing heads to turn towards the source of the voice. A masked man emerged from the forest, surveying the people with cold, calculating eyes and sending shivers down their spines.

“As the saying goes, ‘the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware the oriole is behind it.’ Do you seriously think that I would fall prey to your tricks and let you steal them?” said Ye Changsheng calmly, but his eyes were gleaming with wrath.

Ye Mo began to awaken his Rising Dragon Pillar, preparing his Dragon Power for the next fight. He took a good look at the masked man and frowned as memories of their previous encounter surfaced in his mind. The masked man was clearly very powerful and had possibly already reached Spirit Cultivating Ninth Realm.

Spirit Cultivating Ninth Realm was just one step away from Energy Shaping Realm, meaning that it was essentially second to only Energy Shaping Realm.

“Haha, I wouldn’t call that stealing. I’m going to kill you all! All Mo Clan resources rightfully belong to me,” said the masked man, his eyes betraying a hint of delirium. Purple Yuanli began to seep out of his body, causing thick plumes of toxic purple gas to linger in the air.

Everyone seemed to shudder slightly at the sight of the toxic fumes. It was clearly a technique based off of Toxic Fume Style, so could this masked man possibly be a disciple of the Five-Poison Society?

“Poison Hammer!” The masked man reached into the purple cloud, the flow of Yuanli around him turbulent like stormy seas, and produced many hammers that flew to the ground, attacking anything within his vicinity. These hammers did not discriminate, as not even trees or hills were spared, appearing as if a demented monstrosity was tearing up the earth.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

“This man is awfully powerful!” Ye Mo leapt towards Xiao Yue in a flash, and with a flick of his Formation-Breaking Spear, he deflected one of the Poison Hammers.

“He’s stronger than he looks. Take cover first!” said Ye Mo. He strengthened his left hand with a dragon and pushed Xiao Yue away to safety. Others were also fending off the Poison Hammers.

“That guy has definitely reached Spirit Cultivating Ninth Realm!”

“Isn’t he representing the Xiao Clan? Why is he attacking the Xiaos?”

“He has clearly been plotting something that has to do with the Enchanted Cave. Let’s work together to take him down!”

Ye Changsheng, Qin Shaoyang, and their clan mates were completely occupied by the hammers, forgetting all about Ye Mo, as the masked man was a far bigger threat than Ye Mo would be.

“Take me down? You’ve really overestimated your own abilities. Today, I will kill each and everyone of you. Thundering Python Bell!”

With a wave of his hand, the purple fumes gathered once more, forming an enormous bell.

The bell appeared to be very ancient and powerful, with numerous serpents coiled on its surface, spitting and hissing. A total of three bells appeared, casting a shadow over the lands.

On the masked man’s command, the three bells loomed above the Ye’s and Qin’s, preparing to crush them.

“Cast Six Pillar Sword Formation! We’re breaking the bell!” Ye Changsheng hollered. The trio brandished their swords, invoking droves of sword beams to descend from the heavens. Such was the power of a Spirit Cultivating Sixth Realm and two Spirit Cultivating Eighth Realm martial artists’ sword formation. Perhaps it had already surpassed that of Spirit Level and was of Mortal Level.

The small sword beams aggregated, forming an enormous sword. The sword pierced the heavens, humming with power, as it encompassed the skill of three powerful martial artists.

“Break it!”

The trio steered the sword towards the bell, and with this strike, even the sky darkened. The power emanating from the collision threatened to cleave the heavens, exuding a blinding brilliance.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

One bell shattered, followed by another one, and at last, only one bell was left standing.

Ping!

The giant sword crashed against the bell, and large waves of Yuanli from the collision formed a giant crater on the ground and, except for Ye Mo, everyone was pushed back and sent flying from the impact. This attack was far more powerful than any Spirit Cultivating Ninth Realm technique.

Ye Changsheng and the other two all felt a metallic taste in their mouths as they were expelled from the bell, collapsing on the ground. The masked man’s disguise shattered from the explosion, and everyone expressed great shock at his appearance.

“It’s Mo Feng!”