The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood-Chapter 923 - 924: Four Ghosts of Mo West

On the Lingwu Continent, the mere mention of the Mu Family is enough to strike fear into many hearts. The Mu Family can effortlessly send out a master capable of annihilating any third-rate force, and even second-rate forces.

The Mu Family of the Lingwu Continent is also the most ancient family on the continent, even older than the Ancient Four Divine Beasts Family. No one knows exactly how many experts the Mu Family has because no family ever dares to probe the depths of the Mu Family’s power.

This Mu Dayi, a Wheel of Reincarnation Second Rotation expert, is enough to decimate these second-rate families in Nightfall City.

Having a Wheel of Reincarnation expert is enough to become a second-rate force.

"Someone from the Mu Family."

Upon hearing it, Meng Qianren began trembling uncontrollably. He never imagined that he would encounter someone from the Mu Family in Nightfall City—a family whose very name would strip him of the will to fight.

One can say, any one of the Seven Great Super-First-Rate Powers is enough to make one unable to muster any resistance, even the first-rate forces are no exception.

First-rate forces may have Divine Venerate Strong Practitioners, but in front of these ancient aristocratic families, they are still like ants.

"Your Meng Family has a genius like Meng Yun, so just calmly nurture this genius. If he manages to secure a rank in the Lingwu Genius Battle, maybe he can become a Servants Disciple at my Mu Family Academy."

Mu Dayi said indifferently.

Mu Dayi’s words were like a slap in Meng Qianren’s face. No matter how talented one may be, in the eyes of the Mu Family, they are but a minor character.

"Mu Family, Mu Longwu."

Ye Mo thought silently. From the crowd’s reaction, the Mu Family must be a super clan on the Lingwu Continent. Why did Mu Longwu, before his death, urge him to help the Mu Family in times of crisis?

The Mu Family is so powerful, who could possibly threaten them?

"Father, let’s leave!"

Meng Jun tugged at Meng Qianren. Although Meng Qianren was reluctant, he could only grit his teeth and leave with the Meng Family.

After the Meng Family left, Mu Dayi also smiled as he looked at Ye Mo, saying, "Where is that lady in purple by your side?"

"As expected."

Ye Mo was startled, having guessed that the other party might have come out to save him mostly because of the lady in purple.

"You mean my aunt? She left ahead; she wanted me to train by fighting with the Meng Family. I didn’t expect the Meng Family to be so shameless. Thank you for your help, senior."

Ye Mo deliberately said.

If an ordinary person tried to deceive Mu Dayi, of course, he wouldn’t believe it. However, given Ye Mo’s displayed talent and the fact that when he was oppressed by Meng Qianren, Mu Dayi smelled the scent of the Ancient Azure Dragon Bloodline.

Ye Mo must be a member of the Ancient Azure Dragon Clan, and a genius among their young generation at that. Otherwise, Mu Dayi would not have saved him.

"I can’t accept your thanks."

Mu Dayi waved his hands repeatedly. Although he bore the Mu surname, he held a low status, which is why he was assigned to Xiling Nightfall City.

One is a young genius of a super clan, the other a small underling of a super clan—naturally, Mu Dayi dared not accept Ye Mo’s thanks.

However, this scene shocked the unaware people completely, making them whisper among themselves about who exactly Ye Mo was to command such respect from the Mu Family.

After saying a few more words, Ye Mo left Nightfall City, and the Dayi Exchange sent experts to escort Ye Mo directly to the Barbarian Wilderness sea area.

Riding the Wind-Riding Divine Boat, Ye Mo headed towards Nanling.

With less than five days until the first day of autumn, by then, Li Shenfeng would use the disciples of the four major clans to threaten Ye Mo into handing over the Immortal Thunder Seed.

And on that day, the Southern Spirit Sect would be formally established, with all the major forces from Dongling, Xiling, and Beiling coming to Xiling’s Southern Spirit Sect to offer their congratulations.

At this moment inside the cabin, Ye Mo and the little girl sat together, beginning their discussion.

He had to save the disciples of the four major clans as he had sworn brotherhood with the leaders of the three major clans, which would strengthen his Five Element League. As long as he gained a foothold on the Lingwu Continent, the Zone of Desolation would steadily grow stronger too.

However, there were several points of concern for him, one of which was Bai Xueqin.

He still couldn’t gauge Bai Xueqin’s strength, which was the most crucial issue, while others, like Li Shenfeng, he believed he could contend with using Little Jing, and the two joining hands should suffice.

"Ye Mo brother, when we get to Nanling, don’t act rashly; let’s still bide our time and ultimately feel out Bai Xueqin’s strength."

The little girl said.

"Yes, but there’s another person."

Ye Mo nodded, then continued.

"You mean Feng Chu?"

Said the little girl, her face revealing a hint of worry. On the day in the Divine Wind Sect’s hall, Feng Chu’s displayed strength was even a bit stronger than Ye Mo’s. If he also acted to stop Ye Mo, the operation might indeed be extremely difficult.

"Yes, that guy’s cultivation talent is no less than mine, and he’s also favored by a woman like Bai Xueqin, which poses a threat to me. I really wonder whether it was a good or bad decision to let him go at the time."

No sooner had Ye Mo finished speaking than a rumbling sound came from outside the sky.

It seemed as though some terrifying attack was tearing through the sky, roiling the ocean, and surging toward the Wind-Riding Divine Boat.

Mighty forces converged, bombarding the surface of the Wind-Riding Divine Boat, directly shattering its defensive shield.

"Who?"

Killing intent flickered in Ye Mo’s eyes as he shot out, standing on the deck, with a wave of his hand, stabilizing the Wind-Riding Divine Boat.

Ye Mo squinted his eyes and saw, in the distance, four martial artists dressed in black robes, riding the waves, exuding a murderous aura. They were none other than the Four Ghosts of Mo West, who had previously hidden in the corner of the auction hall.

Each step the four took caused the ocean behind them to explode with every strike, and in no time at all, they had surrounded the Wind-Riding Divine Boat.

"Who exactly are you?"

Ye Mo looked at the four, finding them completely unfamiliar, with no prior interactions.

The four were shrouded entirely in black robes, their faces unseen, casting an eerie aura. Furthermore, the aura emanating from them was sinisterly evil and terrifying.

"Four experts of the Qiankun Seventh Rotation."

Ye Mo sneered, "So it seems you’ve set your sights on me? Don’t you know that I’m a member of the Ancient Azure Dragon Clan?"

"You’re called Ye Xiao, correct? We saw everything at the plaza. We don’t care who you are; we Four Ghosts of Mo West specialize in robbery. As a member of the Ancient Azure Dragon Clan, you must have lots of good stuff. Killing you and snatching your treasures, no one would link it to us."

One of the black-robed men said coldly.

"Are you so sure you won’t stumble before me? Four practitioners of the Qiankun Seventh Rotation are nothing to me."

Ye Mo said.

"Never compare us, the Four Ghosts of Mo West, to the likes of that waste Meng Jun."

The four black-robed men growled furiously in unison, unleashing a terrifying Heart Spirit Attack, causing the Wind-Riding Divine Boat to shudder violently. Ordinarily, anyone hit by such an attack would immediately lose their sanity.

Ye Mo snorted coldly, and his own Heart Spirit Attack, sharp as a sword and spear, sliced through fiercely.

The void reverberated with the sound of explosions.

The combined Heart Spirit Attack of the four men was effortlessly neutralized by Ye Mo.