The Material Emperor With Dragon Blood
Chapters. 7

Xiao Cao is the grandson of Uncle Fu, a very cute and reasonable girl only one year younger than Ye Mo.

Uncle Fu's son and son-in-law spent a lot of debt from their gambling habits, which resulted in them being beaten to death.

Xiao Cao was almost sold to a brothel after the death of his parents, but fortunately, Uncle Fu arrived at the scene just in time. Since the Ye Clan was a respectable clan, he could save Xiao Cao from his terrible fate. Xiao Cao had been living in the Ye Clan compound ever since and served as Ye Mei's servant.

Xiao Cao would always make clothes for Ye Mo; most of the clothes and shoes he had were made by him.

Ye Mo and Xiao Cao had known each other since their childhoods so they had a very close friendship.

“Uncle Fu, what happened? What happened to Xiao Cao? ”Ye Mo asked in an urgent tone.

“Xiao Cao knows you've been feeling sad recently, so he wants to surprise you with some new clothes. He even asked me to keep it a secret. But just as he arrived here to give you clothes, Ye Ming appeared in the fields in the backyard of the Ye Clan compound and blocked his path. Not only did he tear his clothes to shreds, he even physically attacked him. He said if you don't show up now, he will beat him to death, ” Uncle Fu said with tears. Xiao Cao is his only family.

Ye Mo furrowed his brows. Ye Ming obviously did this to Xiao Cao because of him. Ye Mo said, “Uncle Fu, you should report this to Ye Mei. Since Xiao Cao was his servant, he would most likely interfere. I will go find Xiao Cao now. ”

With no time to lose, Ye Mo ran towards the fields. Since he was beating up Ye Xiaotian, Ye Ming's actions were definitely an attempt to avenge him.

Although Ye Ming did not possess much natural talent, he was still someone who had opened his four Gates. Among those who were still in the Corporate Strengthening Realm, he was considered the strongest. Ye Mo might have dragon power as an advantage, but his speed was below that of Ye Ming. If Ye Mo had opened the Gate of his Mind, he might have had a chance.

Nevertheless, Ye Mo did not have time to think about things now. Xiao Cao was the grandson of Uncle Fu and someone he considered to be his younger sister. He had no choice but to save her.

A servant girl being beaten to death was not an unusual occurrence in the Ye Clan.

As Ye Mo was worried about all this, he realized that he had already arrived at the field. Ye Ming stood there, an arrogant grin on his face, and behind him was the silhouette of a trembling young girl, Xiao Cao. Ye Mo noticed the bloodstains on Xiao Cao's face and began to feel his blood boiling in anger.

Xiao Cao was just a civilian with no power. A beating like this would be extremely detrimental to his body.

On the other hand, Ye Ming, a member of the Main House, would not suffer any serious consequences even if he killed Xiao Cao. Standing behind Ye Ming was Ye Xiaotian, his hands tied with fresh bandages, his face twisted with savagery.

Ye Ming looked at Ye Mo and sneered. “I can't believe you're really dead. Xiaotian, what do you think? ”

"If you want this little servant girl to live, I want you to crush your own four limbs and lick my toes," Ye Xiaotian said, and with that, he kicked off his shoes and dug his feet into the mud.

“Young master Ye Mo, don't worry about me! You are a high status man in this family, even though I am only a servant, ”seru Xiao Cao when he gathered the rest of his strength, his delicate face was marred by bloodstains and his slightly sunken cheeks.

"Ye Ming, beating up an unarmed servant girl, don't you have any shame?" Ye Mo said coldly.

"Thy? You beat up Xiaotian, who is the same as you beat me up. In our clan, no one crossed me, ” said Ye Ming, who raised one leg and slammed it into Xiao Cao's face. He continued, “Xiaotian, go ahead and let him lick your toes. If he refuses, I'll destroy this girl's brain. ”

He was eager to humiliate Ye Mo. The sheer courage of this trash! How dare he walk on them! He must have a death wish.

"Hehe, thank you brother Ye Ming!" Ye Xiaotian said, happily stepping forward.

“Ye Mo, hurry and lick this. Otherwise, he'll die. ”

"Don't do that!", Xiao Cao said weakly as he curled up into a ball.

Ye Mo clenched his hands and looked at Ye Ming and Ye Xiaotian with a burning rage, and then spat out, "Alright, I'll lick it!"

Ye Mo slowly approached Ye Xiaotian and kneeled in front of him, his right hand had stored the power of one dragon. Ye Xiaotian smiled in satisfaction at Ye Mo, and Ye Ming had the same expression on his face, as if he was watching a joke.

“Hahaha, Ye Mo, weren't you arrogant before? Didn't you say how you'd beat me every time you saw me? '' Ye Xiaotian sneered, sneering happily.

Ye Mo looked down low. As he narrowed his eyes, a glint appeared in the air. He grabbed Ye Xiaotian's leg and exerted a bit of pressure. The loud sound of broken bones echoed as two power stones walked to his feet, causing Ye Xiaotian to cry out in pain.

Ye Ming's face turned dark. He did not foresee that Ye Mo would dare to fight back. Not only was Ye Mo's skill much inferior to him, he also had hostages.

Ye Mo pulled Ye Xiaotian, and before Ye Ming could react, he threw Ye Xiaotian like he threw a weapon at Ye Ming. Ye Ming caught Ye Xiaotian, who had already fainted. Ye Ming was caught off guard by the force of the attack and lost his footing for a moment.

Ye Mo rushed towards Xiao Cao, picked it up and ran away as fast as his feet could carry it.

"escaped? You hope! '' Ye Ming quickly lowered Ye Xiaotian and dashed towards Ye Mo with explosive force.

Dashboard Windward!

A middle-class spiritual-level martial technique in the Ye Clan, suitable for those below the Spirit Cultivating Realm. If done correctly, one's body can turn into a gust of strong wind, greatly increasing its speed.

The moment Ye Ming had opened the Gates with his two legs, his speed was already faster than Ye Mo's. Coupled with Windward Dash, he caught up with Ye Mo in the blink of an eye. His hand shot towards Ye Mo's head.

"Dead!" The two channels of dragon power were fully absorbed by the Gate in Ye Mo's right hand. He turned around and pointed his fist towards Ye Ming and channeled the four power stones into Ye Ming's arm, causing a violent fist and palm collision.

Ye Ming's face was drained of all colors as pain rippled through his arms, causing him to fly backwards and fall to the ground with a loud thud. His face was crinkling with pain.

"All of you, come out and beat Ye Mo to death!" Ye Min shouted and clasped his injured arm as he tried to suppress the pain.

With that, the five maids hiding in the bushes earlier quickly formed a ring around Ye Mo, trapping him. These five servants had all opened at least three to four Gates, and among them, one had ascended to the Spirit Enjoying Realm. The five servants were holding wooden sticks.

One of the servants swung Ye Mo's head with their staff, the staff making whip sounds as it slashed through the air. Obviously, it was a rather powerful weapon.

Hit it!

Ye Mo's right fist intercepted the punch, but the stick did not break in two. In fact, the impact sent tremors to his right hand.

That wand is a mortal Weapon!

Weapons also have rank. In the ascending order of power were: Mortal Weapons, Magic Weapons, Spirit Weapons, Bejeweled Weapons, Heavenly Weapons, Eternal Weapons, and Legendary Artifacts. Mortal Weapons and Magic Weapons were both rather common, and although Mortal Weapons could not be impregnated with Yuanli, they were extremely durable. Most normal weapons would have been damaged centuries ago.

“Don't just stand there! Keep hitting him! ”

Apart from the servants, who had reached the Real Spirit Cultivating Realm, all the others continued to mercilessly beat Ye Mo with their sticks. Ye Mo's left hand held onto Xiao Cao, and with the four people around him, he could only use his right hand to protect the attack.

It is true as long as the Energy Center is intact, any injury will lead to recovery with good care. However, if the head suffers substantial damage, it can lead to mental retardation or other similar problems.

Whack! Whack!

The sticks continuously smashed into Ye Mo's right arm, and the dragon power within him also began to slowly fade away.

"Oh no! I have used my dragon power. "After the dragon's power ran out, Yuanli surged to the right Gate, replenishing Ye Mo's energy. But how could Yuanli himself resist the attack of some Mortal Weapon?

Whack!

Another hit him, sending Ye Mo tumbling straight to the ground.