Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 136 - 137: Touch and Die (6th Update) (Please Favorite, Tip, and Recommend)

Chapter 136: Chapter 137: Touch and Die (6th Update) (Please Favorite, Tip, and Recommend)

Seeing Chu Fengmian strike again, Feng Huolie frowned and said,

"Brother, what do you mean? Don’t you want to give our Candleflame Sect some respect?"

"Feng Brother, why waste words with this youngster? Let’s just take this demon away and see if the kid dares to stop us!"

Disciple Chang snorted coldly, glanced at Chu Fengmian, and walked straight towards Mu Yuanhuo, reaching out to grab him.

Suddenly, a Sword Edge appeared.

"Ah!!"

A scream sounded, and Disciple Chang hastily retreated. The hand he had extended to grab Mu Yuanhuo was now severed by the Sword Edge.

"If you dare move again, you will die."

Chu Fengmian glanced at Disciple Chang and said icily.

He meant what he said—Mu Yuanhuo was his prey. These people dreaming of taking Mu Yuanhuo away was absurd.

"You! Your actions are too harsh. Disciple Chang was just joking, and you severed his hand?"

Feng Brother looked at Chu Fengmian, his expression turning cold.

"Seeing that you really don’t plan on giving the Candleflame Sect any respect."

"Respect? Chu has never cared about something like the Candleflame Sect."

Chu Fengmian spoke disdainfully.

This disdain stemmed from Chu Fengmian’s heart; to him, even the seven major sects didn’t merit any respect, let alone a minor Candleflame Sect.

Today, whoever dared to touch Mu Yuanhuo would die.

"This Mu Yuanhuo is Chu’s prey. Whoever dares to touch him will die."

Chu Fengmian spoke coldly, facing the five or six disciples of the Candleflame Sect without a hint of fear.

"Feng Brother, this kid is too arrogant, showing no respect for our Candleflame Sect. If we let him take away this demon today, where will we put the face of our sect?"

Disciple Wen spoke, his voice mentioning the sect’s face, but his eyes on Mu Yuanhuo were filled with greed.

This Mu Yuanhuo was worth ten thousand Contribution Points in the Candleflame Sect.

Feng Brother’s expression changed several times before turning chillingly cold.

"You, a nameless junior, dare to be so arrogant? It seems that the new ones at the Wu Victorious Academy are truly conceited."

"It appears that I, as a senior, must teach you a lesson on behalf of Wu Victorious Academy, to prevent you from misbehaving and meeting your death out there!"

"Get him, beat this kid severely, and see how he still talks back!"

As Feng Brother’s words fell,

several disciples abruptly charged at Chu Fengmian.

Flames materialized in the hands of these disciples.

In an instant, they turned into a sea of flames, engulfing Chu Fengmian.

They spoke of inflicting severe injuries, but their strikes were lethal. A martial artist burned by these flames would die instantly, not just be severely injured.

"Kid, do you know who you are facing? Feng Huolie, the ninth ranked genius of our Candleflame Sect. You dare to oppose us; it seems you really wish to die!"

Disciple Wen shouted, flames covering him and transforming him into a fiery figure as he charged at Chu Fengmian.

"I’m Wen Yang! The man who will kill you today! Remember the name of your killer after you’re dead!"

Wen Yang laughed loudly and swung a punch at Chu Fengmian.

His realm had already reached the second level of the Divine Sea; dealing with a martial artist in the Body Tempering Realm should be effortless.

Easily enough to kill Chu Fengmian.

"The name of a dead man is not worth remembering."

Chu Fengmian spoke calmly.

Upon hearing Chu Fengmian’s words, the other Candleflame Sect martial artists all burst into loud laughter.

A dead man’s name?

Could it be true that Chu Fengmian still naively thought he was a match for so many disciples of the Candle Flame Sect who were present?

"I thought he might be some kind of genius, but it turns out he’s just a fool, useless."

Feng Huolie sneered.

"Wen Yang, don’t waste time, kill this kid quickly, we need to return to the sect."

"Right!"

Wen Yang laughed out loud, not dallying, and with one punch, he condensed a red flame, and hurled it toward Chu Fengmian.

These red flames, exclusive to the Candle Flame Sect’s control of fire technique, were extremely hot, and even Martial Artists in the Divine Sea Realm might not withstand them.

As the flame followed the punch, it struck Chu Fengmian, enclosing him in a sea of flames immediately, rendering him motionless for a moment.

"Ha, ha, ha, I thought he was some kind of strong man, so he’s just this stuff?"

Watching Chu Fengmian engulfed in flames, Wen Yang started to laugh.

But his laughter stopped abruptly the next second.

"The flames of the Candle Flame Sect, merely this?"

A flash of the Sword Edge, and the flames in front of Chu Fengmian were effortlessly sliced open, shattered.

Wen Yang, who had just been laughing a second before, now had a blood mark on his throat, and blood was gushing out.

A sword sealed the throat.

The previously arrogant Wen Yang was now dead under Chu Fengmian’s Sword Edge.

"Disciple Wen!"

Seeing Wen Yang fall, Feng Huolie’s expression changed drastically.

Originally, they thought it would be easy to handle a Martial Artist in the Body Tempering Realm.

When had a Martial Artist in the Body Tempering Realm ever been able to kill a Divine Sea Realm Martial Artist with a single throat-sealing sword?

Especially since there wasn’t a single scratch on Chu Fengmian’s body, he was completely unharmed in the flames?

"Who’s the next one to die?"

Chu Fengmian shook his hand, flicking the fresh blood off the Sword Edge onto the ground, as if flinging off the dirt.

"You little beast! How dare you kill Disciple Wen!"

The Candle Flame Sect disciples, one after another, flew into a rage.

Countless flames attacked Chu Fengmian simultaneously, turning the room where he was located into a sea of fire.

"Coming to die together? I don’t mind."

A smirk appeared at the corner of Chu Fengmian’s mouth.

To him, their attacks seemed as clumsy as those of clowns.

His hand moved, a flash of the Sword Edge, and myriad Sword Lights swept through.

Those disciples of the Candle Flame Sect who had just attacked now lay on the ground, each of their throats marked by a blood line, all sealed by a sword.

A group of Divine Sea Realm Martial Artists attacking a Body Tempering Realm Martial Artist, yet all sliced by a single throat-sealing sword.

If this were spread, no one would believe it.

Even Zhi Lingtian of the past couldn’t have done this.

"Who exactly are you?"

Feng Huolie’s eyes stared intently at Chu Fengmian.

Chu Fengmian’s actions were not those of an unknown person, especially since he appeared very unfamiliar.

Feng Huolie had never heard before that the Martial Victory Academy had such a formidable figure.

"It doesn’t matter if I tell you before you die, my name is Chu Fengmian."