The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood-Chapter 978 - 979: You Are an Asura

"You’re so insidious; I originally thought you just wanted to use us to kill Ye Mo, but I didn’t expect you wanted to kill us as well."

Yuwen Xifeng initially thought Zi Aotian was merely using them to kill Ye Mo, as their goals were the same. However, he did not expect that Zi Aotian intended to kill them as well.

If Zi Ning had severely wounded his Yuwen clan, then Zi Aotian wanted to completely destroy his family. Moreover, the field deployed by the opponent made their own field unusable and even threatened to drown their Xuan Aura, making them feel utterly powerless.

"Let’s all attack together and suppress him. He’s merely a martial artist of the First Transformation of the Wheel of Reincarnation. There are so many of us at the same level; attacking together, we can surely defeat him. He wants to kill us, but it’s not that easy."

Elder Wu stood tall, holding a longsword in his hand.

Bang!

At this moment, Zi Aotian had already reached them.

No one knew what speed Zi Aotian was using, disregarding the spatial distance, each step shaking, each punch creating a world. His iron fist swung fiercely, smashing out, and the space couldn’t withstand his attacks, shattering continuously.

In just one move, one martial artist at the First Transformation of the Wheel of Reincarnation had their Xuan Aura Armor, all defenses blasted apart by Zi Aotian’s punch, sending him flying.

A strong practitioner at the First Transformation of the Wheel of Reincarnation was actually sent flying by Zi Aotian, who was at the same level.

"How is this possible?"

Yuwen Xifeng watched the elder fly out, almost unable to believe his eyes. They had guessed that Zi Aotian was strong, but hadn’t realized he was such a powerful being, completely dominating at the same level. He glared fiercely: "Kill him together."

As his words fell, the elders behind him all simultaneously attacked, terrifying Xuan Aura surging out like mountains and seas, intertwining into a massive net, rapidly closing in on Zi Aotian. This move was initially intended for capturing Ye Mo but was now deployed against Zi Aotian instead.

However, facing their attack, Zi Aotian’s face remained cold, producing a longsword—a genuine Immortal Artifact. This Immortal Artifact was bestowed upon him by the Elders Council after he entered Longwen Hall. He now seemed to embody the God of Killing, overwhelmingly dominant, his sword piercing through eternity.

"Even if you all come together, so what?"

Facing the joint attack of dozens of elders, Zi Aotian swept his longsword through the air. Every move seemed to contain innumerable sword methods, capable of piercing through Li Tianqiong, with each strike potent enough to annihilate the enemy.

"Swords Sweeping Through the Ages!"

Zi Aotian’s sword move separated time, with one move, myriad methods perished.

Boom!

The combined attack of dozens of elders utterly collapsed; Zi Aotian, like an ancient beast emerging from the Barbarian Wilderness, roared violently. Mocking Phoenix followed with a great roar, sending out terrifying tangible sound waves, knocking everyone away.

Just two moves!

More than ten elders of the Yuwen Clan, including Yuwen Xifeng, all lay flat on the ground.

"Now you should understand the gap between you and the Ancient Azure Dragon Clan!"

Zi Aotian said coldly.

"Incredible, so strong!"

Yuwen Xifeng expressed his amazement as he looked at Zi Aotian.

"This Zi Aotian holds an advantage in the field, without even utilizing the power of the bloodline, and yet he has already defeated all those from the Yuwen Family, truly formidable."

Trapped within the mirage, Ye Mo watched this scene, secretly astonished in his heart.

"Haha, in the end, you were all still used."

Ye Mo suddenly spoke: "We originally had no enmity. Your ancestor was killed by my mother, not something you can blame me for. If you hadn’t planned to kill me this time, Zi Aotian wouldn’t have been able to use you. How about it? Release me, let’s join forces to fight Zi Aotian."

Ye Mo’s words left Yuwen Xifeng startled. If Ye Mo were released now, perhaps they could still fight Zi Aotian.

"Humph, Ye Mo, you’re no longer qualified to contend with me. I once wanted to battle you, but on second thought, there’s no point in it, as no one would know if I defeated you. I might as well just kill you and blame it on the Yuwen Family. Then, even if your mother asks, there will be no way to hold me accountable. She’ll even thank me for avenging you."

Zi Aotian laughed out loud.

"Retrieve!"

One of the elders shouted loudly and intended to retrieve the mirage.

"You wish!"

Ye Mo posed too many variables, able to persist even under siege by many experts. He did not dare to give Ye Mo any opportunity, gathering Nine Dragon Patterns, entering the Abyss of Hell and surviving; he carried too many secrets, perhaps even harboring an Immortal Treasure.

Zi Aotian immediately reacted, his longsword moving, an Azure Light sword slashed out, directly severing the elder’s arm.

Ah!

Instantly, a miserable scream rang out.

"Quickly release Ye Mo, only by releasing him do we have a chance to escape."

Yuwen Xifeng shouted, grabbing quickly for the treasure.

"Azure Dragon Fist!"

Zi Aotian sneered, his legs stomping fiercely, with enough strength to crush the earth and sky, launching powerfully, with a loud bang, smashed straight towards Yuwen Xifeng.

Boom!

One punch through, Yuwen Xifeng’s chest was directly pierced through, spitting blood, but Yuwen Xifeng ignored his own injury, grabbing onto Zi Aotian’s arm, roaring fiercely: "I’ll hold him back, you release Ye Mo at once. My Yuwen Clan suffered this calamity, it’s well deserved, every one that can escape should."

He knew, if Ye Mo was not released, none of them would have a chance to escape.

"Do you think this will hold me back? Even if you release Ye Mo, you think you have a chance to escape? Right now, Ye Mo’s Xuan Aura is probably all gone. His plea for release was likely just to escape."

Zi Aotian chuckled grimly but did not move. The still-immobile Mocking Phoenix flapped its wings, screeched loudly, pouncing directly towards the dozens of elders, completely blocking their retreat.

Screech!

The piercing cries erupted, the Mocking Phoenix’s Roar exploded again, the dozens of elders under substantial sound wave attacks couldn’t move forward, let alone retrieve the floating treasure in mid-air.

"Courting death!"

Zi Aotian flung Yuwen Xifeng aside, waving his longsword.

Boom boom boom boom!

Blood mist burst into the air; all those elders who had undergone the Qiankun First Transformation were dead.

Seeing this, Yuwen Xifeng’s eyes turned blood red, coughing up blood, roaring: "Zi Aotian, you’re a devil. I’m to blame for believing your wicked words. Ye Mo, I failed you!"

"Your Yuwen Clan was merely a tool for me. Now you have no use left, death is your best option."

Zi Aotian chuckled coldly, waving his longsword again, and Yuwen Xifeng was sliced in two. With one hand, he grabbed the Blood Origin Devil Saber, pulling it into his field.