The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 1310 - 1311: The Best Outcome

Hearing that voice, the Eye of the Divine Beast in Ye Mo’s body began to frantically activate, and the distant battle scene was immediately brought clearly into his sight.

It was in a stretch of jungle. Five Disciples in white clothes were being besieged by dozens of burly men in black.

Among the five white-clothed Disciples, there were four men and one woman. The four men all held Longswords, guarding the woman behind them. As for the woman behind them, her beauty was stunning, her figure tall and slender; even the loose robe on her body could not conceal her perfect curves in the slightest.

That person was none other than the younger sister of the Emperor of Tianwu Kingdom, Li Tianqiong—Mengli.

Ye Mo stared excitedly at that face, yet he was not surprised at why Mengli would appear here. The scene of him and Mengli parting back then surfaced in his mind.

"Mengli, no matter where you are, if you ever feel tired, you can come back at any time. By then, I will possess the strongest arms in the world."

Ye Mo looked at Mengli with a completely serious expression.

"The strongest arms? But you’re not the person I should rely on. You killed my older brother, you killed my father—how am I supposed to face you? I can’t, I really can’t."

"Haha, you lot should be Disciples of the Sect of Death, right? And you actually dare to come to the Hell Mountain Range? Don’t you know this Hell Mountain Range is my Hell Sect’s territory?"

The leading big man wore a suit of black armor, his frame abnormally robust. Looking at the five before him, a playful expression appeared on his face.

Especially when he looked at Mengli—those long lashes, bright eyes, skin like jade, like a porcelain doll, and in particular the full curves on her chest that seemed ready to burst forth—instantly ignited the fire in his heart. He had never seen such a cute girl before.

The five of them, including Mengli, were indeed Disciples of the Sect of Death, but they had not come to the Hell Mountain Range to fight over the Heavenly Demon Hell Fruit. The five of them were carrying out a mission together: they were to collect a Soul Core of the Divine Venerate Realm. All of them possessed the strength of Half Honor; if they joined hands, they were still capable of killing a Divine Venerate Realm Demon Beast and completing the mission.

However, they had not expected at all that there would be so many experts in the Hell Mountain Range today. The dozens of burly men before them were all at the Divine Venerable One Soul and Divine Venerate Two-Soul level. They were simply not opponents they could contend with.

Moreover, the reason they had attracted the covetous gazes of the Disciples of Hell Sect was mainly because of Mengli. If Mengli were not present, the Disciples of Hell Sect wouldn’t even have spared the Sect of Death a single proper glance.

"Senior Brother, they’re after me. You all should step aside."

Mengli lightly bit her lip.

"Junior Sister Mengli, the five of us are one group. Master once taught us that we must never abandon our companions and run away."

One of the men had a face full of fearlessness.

"Did your Master never teach you what the most correct choice is?"

The leading big man laughed loudly, and his massive palm suddenly slapped down. As space itself trembled, the five all had their pupils vastly contract. Just as that enormous palm was about to fall upon their heads, a cerulean figure descended from the sky, appearing before them, and smashed a punch fiercely toward that giant palm.

Boom!

The tremendous impact made the ground split open with cracks as thick as a bowl’s mouth.

The five took a closer look and saw that the Hell Sect Disciple at Divine Venerable One Soul was actually forced back several steps by the man in a cerulean robe.

"Who are you?"

The Disciple who had been forced to retreat again and again had a face full of rage. "You’ve got some nerve, daring to meddle in our Hell Sect’s business."

"Senior Brother, this guy’s only at Half Honor, yet with that one move just now he managed to force you back. Could it be he has an Immortal Artifact on him?"

"That’s right, we must kill him and seize the Immortal Artifact on his body. Only then can we obtain the Heavenly Demon Hell Fruit in this trial."

Their words were practically brimming with endless greed.

"Kid, considering you’re so young and your path of Cultivation has great potential, hand over all the Immortal Artifacts on you, then kneel before us for three days, and we’ll let you live."

Another big man said impatiently.

In their view, the dozen or so of them were all experts of the Divine Venerate Realm, while Ye Mo was just a Half Honor. No matter how powerful a Half Honor was, he couldn’t be stronger than a Divine Venerate. Just their aura was enough to suppress Ye Mo.

"Immortal Artifacts, I’ve got quite a few. I even have the Soul Clan’s Glory, one of the Ten Great Soul Tools. Interested?"

Ye Mo smiled and lifted up the Soul Clan’s Glory hanging from his chest for them to see.

When they saw that pendant, someone with sharp eyes immediately recognized it. "That’s a Soul Defense Immortal Artifact, the Soul Clan’s Glory. With that Immortal Artifact, you can basically ignore your opponent’s spiritual attacks. How could he possibly have such a treasure? Wasn’t that in the hands of the Dead Soul Holy Clan?"

"What? Soul Clan’s Glory?"

"Kid, you’re pretty sensible. This kind of thing isn’t something you can possess. Once it’s discovered, you’re bound to bring about your own death. Hand it over, quickly."

Once they learned that the pendant on Ye Mo’s chest was the Soul Clan’s Glory, one of the Ten Great Soul Tools, all of their eyes lit up, completely forgetting Mengli’s existence. In front of power, a woman could be completely ignored.

"If you want the Soul Master’s Glory, it depends on whether you have the ability to take it."

As Ye Mo spoke, his body moved, and he shot off into the distance.

"After him!"

A dozen or so Disciples of Hell Sect all shouted explosively in unison and chased after Ye Mo in the direction he had fled.

Watching those Divine Venerate Strong Practitioners leave one after another, the four white-clothed youths all collapsed to the ground, their faces showing lingering fear.

"That was close. Luckily someone stepped in to help. But that man seems to be at the same realm as us. Now that he’s entangled with those ten-plus people, I’m afraid he won’t have it easy either."

"Are you stupid? Didn’t you see that the moment he made a move, he forced the other side back? Have you ever seen a Demi-Honored Fighter force back a Divine Venerate Strong Practitioner? And that Soul Clan’s Glory he took out should be an extremely rare treasure. Since he dared to show it, he must naturally have a way to deal with them. The one who saved us is definitely an expert."

One of the more clear-headed Disciples said, "Those Disciples of Hell Sect really think pies fall from the sky. I bet their fate will be worse than that of dogs. I just don’t know why he wanted to lure them away instead of killing them right here."

"Senior Brother is right. If he didn’t have powerful strength, how would he dare to step in to save us? And how would he dare expose that he has a treasure on him?"

Another Disciple also nodded as he spoke.

Mengli was still standing there in a daze, unable to snap back to herself for a long time.

"Was that him? Could it be he didn’t want me to know it was him, so he deliberately led those people away?"

Mengli let out a bitter smile and shook her head. "Perhaps that’s the best outcome."