The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood-Chapter 902 - 903: White Spirit Cold Flame

"What Cataclysmic Fire Blade Technique, in my eyes, it’s simply child’s play."

The shadowless blade light, carrying the power of the tribulation fire, slashed down, weaving a blazing net that descended upon Ye Mo’s head. The Immortal-Slaying Thunder Fist was directly unleashed, with black lightning flashing across the sky. Each mark of lightning shattered the tribulation fire blade light into pieces.

Kill!

Ye Mo took the initiative.

He would not hold back against the Meng Yun in front of him, but instead went all out. As he operated his power, a number of deities appeared behind him.

This was the will of the Patriarch Six Dao, the Will of Six Daos Reincarnation.

However, turning will into a field was extremely difficult. Fearlessly in the Lingwu Continent, only Feng Chu could manifest such a field.

The Six-Path Samsara Domain itself was a powerful domain, and upon advancing to the Qiankun Fourth Rotation, merging the opened space and field, the power would be even more formidable.

Since Ye Mo advanced to the Cosmos Realm, he hadn’t used the Six-Path Samsara Domain in a long time. During battles, he had been studying the various changes in space power.

Now, he dared not reveal the Heavenly Snare Blood Spear, but showcasing the Will of Six Daos Reincarnation could still intimidate some people.

"Will of Six Daos Reincarnation!"

The power of the Six Dao Deities was bestowed upon Ye Mo’s arm, and with one punch, it was unleashed.

"What kind of will is this?"

"Six deities, this is the Will of Six Daos Reincarnation, a powerful will said to be executed only by Patriarch Six Dao."

"Such a powerful will, if one could evolve it into a domain, merging it into the opened space, the strength would surge indeed."

The surrounding crowd, upon seeing the towering hundred-zhang deity’s shadow, all recoiled into Ye Mo’s arm, causing his fist to radiate light.

"Not good!"

Meng Yun, in an instant, sensed something was amiss. He operated the Xuan Aura within him, activating the origin power of the field, fully displaying the power of space, and his body vanished on the spot.

But Ye Mo had already locked onto Meng Yun. When Meng Yun teleported, Ye Mo did the same.

"Yang Gang Tribulation Fire Fist!"

Meng Yun never expected Ye Mo to react so swiftly. His entire arm began to burn as he fiercely struck towards Ye Mo.

Bang!

Ye Mo also roared, without any trickery, only this punch, breaking through all, destroying everything.

Crunch! Crackle!

The sound of shattering echoed as Meng Yun’s fire-wrapped arm was extinguished, and immediately, the Xuan Aura Armor on his body was shattered as well.

"I’ll kill you!"

Meng Yun’s left hand instantly drew a fiery red broadsword, slashing fiercely towards Ye Mo, who immediately dodged aside. His body frantically retreated, instantly pulling back ten meters, his expression exceptionally cold.

"You are not my match."

Ye Mo finally uttered words that utterly crushed the mental barrier of the opponent.

Unarmed strikes, the first genius of Nightfall City, lost!

At this moment, Meng Yun’s face was stiff and extremely unpleasant.

The people present were also stunned at the scene, their hearts greatly shocked.

In the first encounter between the two, Ye Mo actually gained the upper hand.

"I said before, you genius, in my eyes, are nothing of significance. Even if you wielded a top-grade Celestial Weapon, you wouldn’t be my match. I have no time to play with you now because I know that whether the result is victory or defeat, it brings me no benefit."

Ye Mo spoke indifferently, intending to continue breaking down the opponent’s mental barrier, deliberately withdrawing, since with the first move, he already had the upper hand, enough to completely enrage Meng Yun.

"You!"

Meng Yun found it both awkward to act and not to act.

He had been fiercely humiliated by Ye Mo, yet the latter didn’t wish to fight on, as continuing would not benefit Ye Mo.

"Crafty lad!"

Suddenly, a cold voice echoed from the void, and a middle-aged man, with flowing robes, descended from the sky.

"That Ye Mo is done for. The Patriarch of the Meng Family, Meng Jun, has arrived!"

The crowd exclaimed once again.

Ye Mo, looking at the newcomer, had the little girl immediately report the opponent’s strength to him, Qiankun Seventh Rotation, an existence he absolutely couldn’t contend with at the moment.

Meng Jun looked coldly at Ye Mo and said, "Want to provoke my son through incitement? My son’s strength hasn’t been fully displayed. Since you are so confident, if you can beat my son, I will allow you to leave today, but you absolutely cannot leave Nightfall City. However, if you defeat me, I won’t pursue the crime of you killing my son, and I’ll allow you to leave Nightfall City."

Meng Jun’s words were filled with immense confidence, confidence in the first genius of Nightfall City, and confidence in himself.

He secretly observed Ye Mo. Although Ye Mo’s performance was extremely formidable, his power of space was also at the Qiankun Second Transformation level. If the fight truly ensued, Meng Yun might not lose.

If this fight doesn’t happen, it will undoubtedly become a mental obstacle in Meng Yun’s cultivation path. Whether win or lose, it must be fought.

"Is this true?"

Ye Mo frowned.

"Of course it’s true, but even if you beat my son, three days later he will challenge you again. If you lose, your outcome will still be very dire."

Patriarch of the Meng Family, Meng Jun said.

Meng Jun did this entirely to temper Meng Yun. The death of that useless son Meng Di did not matter. His goal was to cultivate Meng Yun, allowing him to place in the Lingwu Genius Competition.

Meng Yun was the first genius of Nightfall City, and precisely this honor hindered further progress. With his Qiankun Sixth Rotation strength, it was very difficult to place in the Lingwu Genius Competition.

But now, encountering a young man of similar age and comparable strength to Meng Yun was the best object to temper Meng Yun.

This time, Meng Yun didn’t say anything. Ye Mo’s strength was indeed strong, and today he must use his true strength to prove himself. Maybe today it wasn’t just face he might lose, but also his long-held belief in invincibility.

"Ye Mo, I now acknowledge your strength, you are indeed a formidable enemy."

Meng Yun said coldly, "If I use the Unique Fire Body, you are absolutely not my match. Let us have a real fight."

Boom!

As he spoke, a white flame leapt from Meng Yun’s hand, making everyone present feel a chill.

"This is the White Spirit Cold Flame, ranked among the Unique Fire Bodies, this flame carries a corrosive intent, capable of instantly corroding the opponent’s Xuan Aura."

The little girl, seeing the white flame jumping in the opponent’s hand, was also greatly surprised.

"White Spirit Cold Flame?"

Ye Mo stared intently at the flame in the other’s hand, his expression unchanged, but inside he was somewhat shocked. A flame that could make the little girl scream was indeed extraordinary.

But in this fight, no matter what, he couldn’t lose.

If he lost, the opponent would mercilessly kill him. But, if he won, they would temporarily escape the crisis.