The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood-Chapter 1165 - 1166: Brewing the Strongest Strike

Ye Mo had long noticed the presence of these two people, who were the subordinates of Ling Yan. However, collecting the Ninth Grade Beast Core was his priority, so Ye Mo didn’t have time to deal with them. Since they wanted to observe, let them watch.

In the span of half a burning incense’s worth of time, Ye Mo recovered from his injuries, and his power reached its peak.

There were only two slots left to enter the Fu Sect.

Ye Mo knew he didn’t have much time. If he really couldn’t break through the defenses of the Charm Spirit, he’d have to abandon the attempt.

Gazing at the Divine Venerate Realm Charm Spirit, Ye Mo slowly stood up, pondering repeatedly how to unleash the most powerful strike.

Ye Mo’s Essence-Energy-Spirit at that moment gathered into his Energy Center. Even the 80 million Tomb Dragon Power concentrated, converging and compressing.

To unleash the ultimate strike, one must accumulate power for a long time and also blend a bit of insight into it. Such an attack is difficult to execute in usual combat, as opponents won’t give you time to gather strength.

Never before this moment had Ye Mo been so focused; his battle intent continuously rose. Within his heart, a powerful force seemed ready to burst forth at any moment.

This was Ye Mo forcefully compressing the Tomb Dragon Power, concentrating it and continually accumulating it. Doing so could greatly enhance his power, but it could cause significant damage to the Mortal Gate.

During the accumulation of Tomb Dragon Power, Ye Mo’s entire body began to sweat, which is rare for Martial Artists once they reach the True Energy Realm, as they can control their bodies at will. But now, preparing the ultimate strike caused Ye Mo to sweat.

It was imaginable how astonishing this move would be.

The nearby Divine Venerate Realm Charm Spirit seemed oblivious to what was happening, or perhaps it lacked any intelligence, not even aware of its own existence.

This is a failed product of the Charm Spirit!

"To brew the ultimate strike, integrating all Essence-Energy-Spirit is necessary. Although this time it’s about killing a Divine Venerate Realm Charm Spirit to obtain a Ninth Grade Beast Core, it also lays the foundation for my future self-created martial arts."

Ye Mo’s heart surged with emotions.

Hidden behind a pile of rocks, the two were unaware of Ye Mo’s actions but could feel his aura retracting.

"What’s this kid up to?"

"Boss, should we go get him?"

"Go!"

Eventually losing their patience, just as they were about to charge forward, they noticed the small hill ahead of them beginning to collapse, the surrounding canyon cracking. Centered around Ye Mo, a powerful aura emerged, causing the ground to crack fearfully.

This scene made them stop in their tracks, looking on in terror.

Then, Ye Mo grasped the Heavenly Snare Blood Spear, imbuing it with Blood Fiend Frenzied Divine Strength and even exhibiting the Immortal-Slaying Domain.

In this moment, Ye Mo was utterly unaware of the changes around him, focusing only on the Divine Venerate Realm Charm Spirit. Without any technique, he directly pierced through with the spear.

This spear, no one could describe its might, grandeur, or believe it was executed by a Wheel of Reincarnation Realm Expert.

In the next instant, Ye Mo’s spear penetrated deep into the Charm Spirit’s body, causing it to collapse.

Instantly, a powerful shockwave erupted in all directions, its force almost rivaling the Pagoda of Babel Buddha Light Bell’s power,

This spear was indeed a world-shattering strike, and Ye Mo knew he could never unleash such a terrifying strike again, as it entirely relied on insight and opportunity.

As Ye Mo pierced the Charm Spirit’s body, he immediately wiped out all its vitality, and a beast core was flung into the air, inundating Ye Mo’s heart with immense pride and satisfaction.

He understood such an attack couldn’t always occur, but it deepened his understanding of the Martial Dao.

"Is this the Ninth Grade Beast Core?"

Ye Mo looked at the beast core in his hand, toying with it. Like a dark moon, it emitted black moonlight, containing potent Origin Power. He could feel the raging Origin Power rolling like dragons, suitable for crafting ninth-grade seals.

The two disciples from the Spirit Sect were utterly stunned in place, seemingly forgetting their purpose for coming.

"What kind of attack is this? Such a powerful attack, even a Martial Artist at the Wheel of Reincarnation Nine Transformations could likely die from it."

"Quick, run! If he discovers us, we won’t even know how we died."

Initially, they came with full confidence, believing they could kill Ye Mo and complete their mission. At this moment, they were thankful for not acting sooner; if they had, they would’ve met a tragic end.

They stumbled and staggered as they fled.

As the two departed, the symbol master’s pin emitted a voice stating that only one slot remained to enter the Fu Sect.

Seeing this, Ye Mo didn’t hesitate. He turned into a shadow and rushed towards the exit of the complex runes realm.

Along the way, Ye Mo saw many contestants hurrying towards the central exit, likely aware that only one slot remained, ceasing their battles.

Initially, they met the standard qualification of three beast cores, but evidently, three beast cores couldn’t sufficiently refine three seals.

With only one slot remaining, they ignored everything else.

According to the rules, once ten contestants entered the Fu Sect, the passage to the Heavenly Talisman Realm would shut, and the Fu Sect would open another exit in the Heavenly Talisman Realm for contestants to leave.

With time equivalent to one burning incense for travel, Ye Mo practically pushed himself to the limit, his entire body akin to a sharp blade. Even if a Wheel of Reincarnation Seven Transformations expert stood before him, he could slice them in half.

"Is that the exit?"

At the sight’s end, Ye Mo saw an array with contestants approaching from all directions.

"Damn, too late!"

Seeing someone about to reach the central array, Ye Mo’s pupils shrank, realizing the dire situation but unable to get there instantly.

"Haha, the last slot is mine!"

Laughing, the contestant closest to the array rushed in, but before the array activated, another arriving Martial Artist slapped him away.

"Courting death!"

The slapped contestant was infuriated, instantly countering with several seals, attacking the aggressor.

"It seems this last slot isn’t easy to grab!"

Ye Mo observed the scene, chuckling. Entering the central array required strength to overwhelm all challengers; otherwise, no one would let you stand in the array.