Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 132 - 133: The King of the Flat Sands (2nd Update) (Please Collect, Reward, and Recommend)

Chapter 132: Chapter 133: The King of the Flat Sands (2nd Update) (Please Collect, Reward, and Recommend)

"When did it happen?"

"Such terrifying speed, it’s almost impossible to see clearly."

The middle-aged men, one by one, their eyes widened. They had just seen Chu Fengmian’s figure slightly move.

Even unable to see clearly, Chu Fengmian had actually left a wound on Yan Xun’s chest.

This wound, although not large, would have been fatal had Chu Fengmian put slightly more effort into it, and Yan Xun would already be dead under Chu Fengmian’s sword.

It could be said that Yan Xun, with his strength at the peak of Body Cultivation, couldn’t even withstand Chu Fengmian’s one sword strike.

At least under that one strike, among the middle-aged men present, only the strongest one, with a double layer of Spiritual Power cultivation, could withstand it.

"Does anyone still doubt my strength?" Chu Fengmian said with a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

The several middle-aged men present, upon hearing Chu Fengmian’s words, all took several steps back. They hadn’t even seen Chu Fengmian’s sword strike clearly, let alone withstood it.

Only the Martial Artist with a double layer of Spiritual Power cultivation still stood his ground.

"Your swordsmanship is indeed superb, let me, Hu Hanfei, experience your swordsmanship," said Hu Hanfei as he stepped forward, looking at Chu Fengmian with a cold voice.

"Although I am a Martial Artist with Spiritual Power cultivation, it seems inappropriate to take action against a junior, but the strength of that bandit leader is far above mine. If you cannot defeat me, going to exterminate those bandits would merely be sending you to your death."

Hu Hanfei made a valid point, and the City Lord by his side nodded in agreement.

Among the middle-aged men present, none could match the bandit leader. If Chu Fengmian couldn’t defeat them, he naturally wouldn’t be able to exterminate the bandits.

"It doesn’t matter, when martial artists spar, everyone relies on their own strength—there’s no such thing as fair or unfair," Chu Fengmian said, smiling.

He worried that Hu Hanfei, being a Martial Artist with Spiritual Power cultivation, would hesitate to use his full strength. His words were meant to dispel such thoughts.

Indeed, when real martial artists spar, how could one refrain from acting because the opponent is weak?

If he allowed Hu Hanfei to be cautious, even if Chu Fengmian defeated him, Hu Hanfei would be unconvinced in his heart.

Hu Hanfei said in a grave voice,

"You’re a man of understanding, young master. Very well, then I shall not hold back, and I caution you to be careful."

"Please."

Chu Fengmian spoke calmly, holding the Xuanqing Sword, waiting for Hu Hanfei to make his move.

"Ha!"

Hu Hanfei let out a low roar.

His figure, like a wild bull, charged at Chu Fengmian.

Hu Hanfei was also a Body Cultivation practitioner, terrifyingly strong. One could see him throw a punch aiming straight for Chu Fengmian’s chest, smashing fiercely.

"Whoosh!"

Chu Fengmian’s Xuanqing Sword in hand, spun around, its blade blocking the punch from Hu Hanfei.

"Boom!"

The punch from Hu Hanfei hit the blade of the Xuanqing Sword, and a huge booming sound erupted, the rebounding force shattering the tent to pieces.

"Break!"

Chu Fengmian spoke indifferently, and he infused Spiritual Power into the Sword Edge, forcefully exerting himself.

Hu Hanfei was forced to retreat several meters away before he could barely stop, his lips trembling out a few drops of blood.

"Sir, your strength is formidable, I admire you greatly."

Hu Hanfei looked at Chu Fengmian, bowing his head respectfully as he spoke.

Just now, what Chu Fengmian had counteracted his punch with was only the body of the sword; using just that was enough to push him back several meters.

Had Chu Fengmian used the Sword Edge instead, Hu Hanfei might well have been sliced down with a single blow.

The gap in their strength was stark; with Chu Fengmian’s prowess, killing Hu Hanfei wouldn’t require three strokes—he could achieve it in less than that.

"Even Hu Hanfei was defeated in one move."

"Are the disciples of Wusheng Academy truly so monstrously talented?"

Those middle-aged individuals each looked at Chu Fengmian, no longer showing any contempt, only admiration and envy.

Strength alone can prove oneself, and these middle-aged individuals couldn’t help but inwardly curse their own stupidity.

Could the disciples of Wusheng Academy be imagined with common sense? That was, after all, a gathering place for countless monstrous geniuses.

If it weren’t for Chu Fengmian’s strength, how could he dare take on this character?

Two strikes, two victories.

Even Hu Hanfei, who had reached the second level of the Divine Sea Realm, could not withstand a single stroke of Chu Fengmian’s sword.

Chu Fengmian’s words were not boastful; he did what he said.

"Good, good."

The City Lord of Pingsha was initially shocked, then joy spread across his face.

"Sir, as an Inner Sect Disciple of Wusheng Academy, your strength is indeed exceptional. Your power has been proven and is indeed extremely formidable."

"With this, there is hope in exterminating the desert bandits!"

The City Lord of Pingsha’s heart also swelled with joy, knowing that the stronger Chu Fengmian was, the greater the hope of eradicating the desert bandits.

The desert bandits of the Northwestern Wastes were a constant thorn in the side of the Wusheng Kingdom; if the City Lord of Pingsha could exterminate these bandits, his status would surely rise immensely.

The arrival of Chu Fengmian had finally given him hope for eliminating the desert bandits.

"Prince, just what is the origin of these desert bandits?"

Chu Fengmian asked curiously.

In his understanding, desert bandits were typically just ordinary people with some strength, who could only avoid the sharpness of regular armies, not daring to confront them directly and forced to hide away.

But now, listening to the City Lord of Pingsha, it seemed that these bandits were not so simple, especially the leader, who was a third-tier Divine Sea Realm martial artist and a disciple of one of the four great sects?

The four great sects, although not as renowned as the Wusheng Academy within the Wusheng Kingdom, were, in fact, not far behind; they were forces beyond the royal family’s control.

Their experts, although not as numerous as Wusheng Academy, were not to be underestimated.

That the disciples of these four great sects would turn to being desert bandits was something Chu Fengmian had not expected.

"Sir may not be aware, but inside the Wusheng Kingdom, there is not the peace one might imagine."

Upon hearing Chu Fengmian’s question, the City Lord of Pingsha responded with a wry smile.

"The leader of these desert bandits, named Mu Yuanhuo, was once an Inner Sect Disciple of the Zhuyan Sect.

"For a Spiritual Artifact, he slaughtered his fellow disciples, betrayed his sect, and came to the Northwestern Wastes, where he gathered several groups of desert bandits and quickly amassed a force of over ten thousand men."

"These bandits plunder the surrounding cities daily, and many City Lords have no way to deal with them, forced to offer them substantial wealth in exchange for peace."

"But lately, Mu Yuanhuo is said to have practiced a demonic cultivation technique, consuming human flesh and blood daily, which led his bandits to conquer cities and campaign in large-scale massacres, drawing the imperial family’s wrath, intent on exterminating these bandits."

As he spoke, the City Lord of Pingsha’s eyes flashed with anger; merely seeking wealth wasn’t an unforgivable sin, but conquering and slaughtering cities was outrageous and enraging to both humans and gods.