Bloody Dragon Swordsman
Episode 65's. Total Victory
Seeing the redness on Leng Leng's cheeks, Ye Mo immediately understood what he was up to. For an inter-clan competition like this, the competitor must represent the clan, otherwise, no matter how skilled you are, you will not be allowed to participate.
"Leng Leng, once I win, half of the resources of the Mo Clan will be yours!"
From his Dimension Bracelet, Ye Mo took out a skin mask that covered most of his face. He jumped onto the stage and declared, "Leng Clan!"

He did not mention his name, but right after he spoke, hot whispers rang out from the congregation. Evidently, everyone was curious about this mysterious masked figure.
"Who is he? I never knew the Leng Clan had such a figure. ”
“Seeing from his age, he must be around 15 years old.”
"How dare a Spirit Cultivating Second Realm martial artist compete!"
"Is he so naive that he believes he can defeat Xiang Wentian, who is the Spirit-processing Sixth Realm?"
"He's just looking for attention!"
Staring at Ye Mo, Xiang Wentian brandished his sword and asked sharply, “Who are you? I've never seen you in the Leng Clan before.”
"He's my future husband, surely it's considered a member of the Leng Clan!" shouted Leng Leng, red like a beetroot.
Coincidentally, the head of the Leng Clan, Leng Fubo arrived at the scene right after he said that. He frowned deeply and barked, "Leng Leng, since when does this 'son-in-law' of mine exist?"
The crowd held back laughter when they heard Leng Fubo, who was somewhat famous for his fast temperament. Everyone was anticipating the drama that was about to happen. The crowd parted to let Leng Fubo pass by, and as he stood in front of his daughter, he glared at her with the intensity of a thousand burning suns. Leng Leng lowered his head in embarrassment.
“Young lady, instead of practicing, you came here to humiliate the family!” the Leng Fubo.
Looking at the desperate Leng Leng, Ye Mo who apologized said to Leng Fubo, “Uncle Leng, I am willing to take full responsibility for this incident. I'll explain a lot after I win a place in this competition. ”
“Huh! You are only in the Spirit-processing Second Realm! ” says Leng Fubo cynically.
Still on stage was Ye Xiangtian, who looked extremely displeased. He said to Leng Fubo, “Leng Fubo, is this masked man a representative of the Leng Clan? If not, don't waste my time!"
Leng Leng held onto Ye Mo's arm and said sincerely, "Papa, please let him try! He could definitely defeat Xiang Wentian, and he could even win some resources on behalf of the Leng Clan.”
"Wait until we get back!" hiss Leng Fubo, who then shouted at Xiang Wentian, “Stop barking like a mad dog! Beat him if you can!”
"If I can win against the Second Realm of Spirit Cultivation, why am I, Xiang Wentian, still standing here?" he sneered.
“Xiang Wentian, I've heard of you before. You were seventh in the Championship last year. But for me, it's nothing. What sword technique are you using? Please, give me your best chance. I'm afraid you won't even get a chance to fight after I attack! jeye Mo's.
Ye Mo ... Leng Leng did not think Ye Mo would dare to act so arrogantly, to the point that the Xiang Clan was angry after hearing his words. However, before he could remind her, a voice filled with burning anger sounded from below the stage. A very familiar voice to Leng Leng.
“Wentian, teach this impolite boy a lesson! How dare this Spirit Cultivating Second Realm brat say such profanities!”
This voice belonged to Elder Xiang, of the Xiang Clan.
The explosion!
"I'll kill him!"
Elder Xiang's words were like a command, and almost without warning, Xiang Wentian attacked. A metallic glint flashed above Ye Mo's head, and a one-meter-long sword sliced through the air and headed straight for Ye Mo. Poking sound, the sudden appearance of the sharp blade—Ye Mo somehow felt a stab of fear.
The spectators could all feel the anger that Xiang Wentian was emitting. All the powers of the Spirit-Creating Sixth Realm were unleashed, and this kind of power signified the impending breakthrough to the Spirit-Creating Seventh Realm. In just a short moment, Xiang Wentian's strongest attack was unleashed.
Leng Leng's fist tightened. He did not have a good understanding of Ye Mo's strength, but he knew that Ye Mo would never do anything unless he knew the odds were in his favor. This was the innate trust he had for her.
However, standing before this attack, Ye Mo did not even blink an eye. The arrogance he showed had shown Leng Fubo that Leng Leng had chosen the right person.
"You want to kill me? You think you can? Don't act cocky now!”
As he spoke, he aimed the eight dragons at his right leg. With a step, the ground exploded under his immense strength, and a huge wave of Yuanli rippled out from under his feet and attacked Xiang Wentian's sword attack.
“Hm?” xiang Wentian said, slightly surprised.
“It seems you're not all talk. You, in the Second Realm of Spirit Cultivation, and your ability to successfully intercept an attack I am rather impressive. But that will be the extent of your strength, now watch my Celestial Sword Beam!”
Clangs!
Two golden swords suddenly appeared above Xiang Wentian's head. The rays looked like physical swords, and they shot towards Ye Mo.
"Bet you can't intercept this one!"
Xiang Wentian's voice echoed throughout the square. Clearly, Ye Mo really made her nervous. But then again, who would not be annoyed if they were ridiculed by the measly Spirit Cultivating Second Realm martial artists?
“I don't even need to intercept your Celestial Sword Beam! Use your brain more in battle next time!”
Just as the two golden beams were about to hit Ye Mo's head, Ye Mo disappeared in an instant, only to appear behind Xiang Wentian. Both beams missed and exploded with loud explosions. Ye Mo's finger was only an inch from Xiant Wentian's back, ready to use his Bullet Touch.
"Hows it? How do you avoid my Heavenly Sword Beam? ” Xiang Wentian jerked. Severe pain suddenly radiated from his lower back, which was actually due to Ye Mo's Bullet Touch, which made him fly off the stage.
There was a shocking silence among the crowd, as not many could see how exactly Ye Mo dodged the beam, except Elder Xiang.
“Hm, you little bastard. First, You make my child so restless that anger inflames his mind, then you take that chance when you see a gap. Marvelous. But Qin, Ye, or Xiao Clan will not give in to your filthy trick, " Elder Xiang said furiously, as he left.
“Uncle Leng, I told you I'd win. The day after tomorrow, you will be very proud of your daughter, because she found you a genius! said Ye Mo.
Ye Mo's words dripped with arrogance, but no one denied it, as Ye Mo was indeed a genius among them, easily defeating Xiang Wentian while only being in the Spirit Cultivating Second Realm by himself.
Hearing his words, Leng Leng's eyes began to water with gratitude. Ye Mo had always avoided the spotlight, yet today, he created all this commotion, all because of him.
“Lusa? What an arrogant little boy. I'm afraid you won't even get through today, "a cold sneer sounded. Two young men and a woman slowly approached the crowd. The young man leading the trio had handsome features and exuded an aura of confidence and confidence. The two behind him looked to be around 18 years old.
“That's Qing Shaoyang!”
Chapter 65: Total Victory
Seeing the redness on Leng Leng's cheeks, Ye Mo immediately understood what he was up to. For an inter-clan competition like this, the competitor must represent the clan, otherwise, no matter how skilled you are, you will not be allowed to participate.
"Leng Leng, once I win, half of the resources of the Mo Clan will be yours!"
From his Dimension Bracelet, Ye Mo took out a skin mask that covered most of his face. He jumped onto the stage and declared, "Leng Clan!"
He did not mention his name, but right after he spoke, hot whispers rang out from the congregation. Evidently, everyone was curious about this mysterious masked figure.
"Who is he? I never knew the Leng Clan had such a figure. ”
“Seeing from his age, he must be around 15 years old.”
"How dare a Spirit Cultivating Second Realm martial artist compete!"
"Is he so naive that he believes he can defeat Xiang Wentian, who is the Spirit-processing Sixth Realm?"
"He's just looking for attention!"
Staring at Ye Mo, Xiang Wentian brandished his sword and asked sharply, “Who are you? I've never seen you in the Leng Clan before.”
"He's my future husband, surely it's considered a member of the Leng Clan!" shouted Leng Leng, red like a beetroot.
Coincidentally, the head of the Leng Clan, Leng Fubo arrived at the scene right after he said that. He frowned deeply and barked, "Leng Leng, since when does this 'son-in-law' of mine exist?"
The crowd held back laughter when they heard Leng Fubo, who was somewhat famous for his fast temperament. Everyone was anticipating the drama that was about to happen. The crowd parted to let Leng Fubo pass by, and as he stood in front of his daughter, he glared at her with the intensity of a thousand burning suns. Leng Leng lowered his head in embarrassment.
“Young lady, instead of practicing, you came here to humiliate the family!” the Leng Fubo.
Looking at the desperate Leng Leng, Ye Mo who apologized said to Leng Fubo, “Uncle Leng, I am willing to take full responsibility for this incident. I'll explain a lot after I win a place in this competition. ”
“Huh! You are only in the Spirit-processing Second Realm! ” says Leng Fubo cynically.
Still on stage was Ye Xiangtian, who looked extremely displeased. He said to Leng Fubo, “Leng Fubo, is this masked man a representative of the Leng Clan? If not, don't waste my time!"
Leng Leng held onto Ye Mo's arm and said sincerely, "Papa, please let him try! He could definitely defeat Xiang Wentian, and he could even win some resources on behalf of the Leng Clan.”
"Wait until we get back!" hiss Leng Fubo, who then shouted at Xiang Wentian, “Stop barking like a mad dog! Beat him if you can!”
"If I can win against the Second Realm of Spirit Cultivation, why am I, Xiang Wentian, still standing here?" he sneered.
“Xiang Wentian, I've heard of you before. You were seventh in the Championship last year. But for me, it's nothing. What sword technique are you using? Please, give me your best chance. I'm afraid you won't even get a chance to fight after I attack! jeye Mo's.
Ye Mo ... Leng Leng did not think Ye Mo would dare to act so arrogantly, to the point that the Xiang Clan was angry after hearing his words. However, before he could remind her, a voice filled with burning anger sounded from below the stage. A very familiar voice to Leng Leng.
“Wentian, teach this impolite boy a lesson! How dare this Spirit Cultivating Second Realm brat say such profanities!”
This voice belonged to Elder Xiang, of the Xiang Clan.
The explosion!
"I'll kill him!"
Elder Xiang's words were like a command, and almost without warning, Xiang Wentian attacked. A metallic glint flashed above Ye Mo's head, and a one-meter-long sword sliced through the air and headed straight for Ye Mo. Poking sound, the sudden appearance of the sharp blade—Ye Mo somehow felt a stab of fear.
The spectators could all feel the anger that Xiang Wentian was emitting. All the powers of the Spirit-Creating Sixth Realm were unleashed, and this kind of power signified the impending breakthrough to the Spirit-Creating Seventh Realm. In just a short moment, Xiang Wentian's strongest attack was unleashed.
Leng Leng's fist tightened. He did not have a good understanding of Ye Mo's strength, but he knew that Ye Mo would never do anything unless he knew the odds were in his favor. This was the innate trust he had for her.
However, standing before this attack, Ye Mo did not even blink an eye. The arrogance he showed had shown Leng Fubo that Leng Leng had chosen the right person.
"You want to kill me? You think you can? Don't act cocky now!”
As he spoke, he aimed the eight dragons at his right leg. With a step, the ground exploded under his immense strength, and a huge wave of Yuanli rippled out from under his feet and attacked Xiang Wentian's sword attack.
“Hm?” xiang Wentian said, slightly surprised.
“It seems you're not all talk. You, in the Second Realm of Spirit Cultivation, and your ability to successfully intercept an attack I am rather impressive. But that will be the extent of your strength, now watch my Celestial Sword Beam!”
Clangs!
Two golden swords suddenly appeared above Xiang Wentian's head. The rays looked like physical swords, and they shot towards Ye Mo.
"Bet you can't intercept this one!"
Xiang Wentian's voice echoed throughout the square. Clearly, Ye Mo really made her nervous. But then again, who would not be annoyed if they were ridiculed by the measly Spirit Cultivating Second Realm martial artists?
“I don't even need to intercept your Celestial Sword Beam! Use your brain more in battle next time!”
Just as the two golden beams were about to hit Ye Mo's head, Ye Mo disappeared in an instant, only to appear behind Xiang Wentian. Both beams missed and exploded with loud explosions. Ye Mo's finger was only an inch from Xiant Wentian's back, ready to use his Bullet Touch.
"Hows it? How do you avoid my Heavenly Sword Beam? ” Xiang Wentian jerked. Severe pain suddenly radiated from his lower back, which was actually due to Ye Mo's Bullet Touch, which made him fly off the stage.
There was a shocking silence among the crowd, as not many could see how exactly Ye Mo dodged the beam, except Elder Xiang.
“Hm, you little bastard. First, You make my child so restless that anger inflames his mind, then you take that chance when you see a gap. Marvelous. But Qin, Ye, or Xiao Clan will not give in to your filthy trick, " Elder Xiang said furiously, as he left.
“Uncle Leng, I told you I'd win. The day after tomorrow, you will be very proud of your daughter, because she found you a genius! said Ye Mo.
Ye Mo's words dripped with arrogance, but no one denied it, as Ye Mo was indeed a genius among them, easily defeating Xiang Wentian while only being in the Spirit Cultivating Second Realm by himself.
Hearing his words, Leng Leng's eyes began to water with gratitude. Ye Mo had always avoided the spotlight, yet today, he created all this commotion, all because of him.
“Lusa? What an arrogant little boy. I'm afraid you won't even get through today, "a cold sneer sounded. Two young men and a woman slowly approached the crowd. The young man leading the trio had handsome features and exuded an aura of confidence and confidence. The two behind him looked to be around 18 years old.
“That's Qing Shaoyang!”
