Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 156 - 157: Absolutely Impossible (1st Update) (Please Favorite, Tip, and Recommend)

Chapter 156: Chapter 157: Absolutely Impossible (1st Update) (Please Favorite, Tip, and Recommend)

Black Market was not just a single power, but a combination of dozens of forces.

Within the Black Market, all the major forces were engaged in both open battles and secret struggles. To choose a Saint Heir, agreement from all the major forces within the Black Market was necessary.

In fact, in this generation of the Black Market, there was no existence of a Black Market Saint Ruler, because no one had yet to make all the myriad forces of the Black Market submit.

Now that the Black Market had actually chosen a Saint Heir, it was indeed astonishing news.

It’s important to note that a united Black Market is very different from the current dispersed one. All the forces combined in the Black Market could already compete with the countless forces within the Wusheng Kingdom.

No wonder the recent movements in the Black Market have become more and more frequent; they had already chosen a Saint Heir.

With a Saint Heir, it also meant that the Black Market had begun to unify.

To be able to make all the countless forces in the Black Market submit, the Saint Heir’s abilities must be terrifying to the extreme. Blood Shadow Hall ranked among the top five powers within the Black Market, and even Xue Wuye, the Hall Master of Blood Shadow Hall, was extremely respectful toward the Saint Heir.

This also proves that the Saint Heir was not fake news released by the Black Market, but a true Saint Heir who had indeed been chosen.

The Saint Heir’s eyes surveyed the crowd, and suddenly, he moved underfoot and walked over, standing in front of Chu Fengmian.

He stopped five meters before Chu Fengmian. To come any closer would have been a provocation.

A spacey voice rang out as the Saint Heir spoke slowly and deliberately.

"You’re Chu Fengmian? The genius who reached the seventieth floor of the Heaven-reaching Path in the entry assessment?"

"Correct."

Chu Fengmian nodded.

His identity needed no hiding.

"What business does the Saint Heir have in seeking out Chu?"

"Nothing much. However, I see you have good potential, so I plan to take you under my command, to become one of the top three Venerables of my Black Market: the Dawn Star Venerable."

The Saint Heir spoke, his spacey voice ringing out again, his tone extremely superior.

"In the Wusheng Kingdom, martial artists with such high talent are exceedingly rare. Among those present, only you have the qualifications to serve me. As long as you agree, from then on, you will be the Dawn Star Venerable of my Black Market."

"Hmph!"

Before the words of the Saint Heir had finished, a cold snort sounded.

"So, does the Saint Heir think the disciples from other sects here lack strength?"

Yan Xuan stepped forward, an arrogant look crossing his eyes as he spoke.

"It’s said that the Black Market Saint Heir must possess peerless strength. I wonder if the Saint Heir is interested in battling with Yan?"

Yan Xuan said coldly.

His statement was a response to the Saint Heir’s words—out of all the martial artists present, the Saint Heir only favored Chu Fengmian.

He disregarded the others, which none of the proud young talents present could tolerate.

The most prideful, Yan Xuan, was the first to stand out.

The Saint Heir was at the pinnacle of the Divine Sea Realm, and Yan Xuan, who was equally at the pinnacle of the Divine Sea Realm, naturally feared him not at all.

"Do you think you are my match?"

The Saint Heir spoke indifferently, looking at Yan Xuan without any hint of seriousness in his eyes.

Disdain—not of the dismissive kind, but without ever considering Yan Xuan seriously.

Both were at the pinnacle of the Divine Sea Realm, yet the Saint Heir didn’t bother to take a second look at Yan Xuan, the number one genius of the Zhu Yan Sect.

"Make your move."

The Saint Heir stood with his hand on an armrest and spoke nonchalantly.

"Arrogant! Undying Flame!"

Yan Xuan roared, and on his hands, a fiery blaze suddenly condensed, transforming into a fire dragon.

He charged at the Saint Heir, roaring as he went.

Yet the Saint Heir merely raised his hand indifferently. In the blink of an eye, the fire dragon was extinguished.

"What!"

"Yan Xuan’s fire! It was extinguished so effortlessly!"

The faces of the countless spectators all changed drastically.

Yan Xuan, as a disciple of the Candle Flame Sect, was strongest in his art of fire control, and bolstered by an exceptionally pure bloodline, his flames were known as the Undying Flame, never to be extinguished.

But in front of the Saint Heir, those flames were extinguished in an instant.

"Such flames do not even qualify to harm me, let alone challenge me? Go back and train for another hundred years; you could never be my opponent."

The Saint Heir spoke calmly.

"Excellent! Truly the Black Market Saint Heir, so arrogantly confident!"

Upon hearing the words of the Saint Heir, Yan Xuan’s face instantly turned red with rage, fiercely provoked.

As a genius of the Candle Flame Sect, when had he ever been scorned like this?

"Seven-colored Fire Pattern..."

"Yan Xuan, stop!"

The red-haired elder, witnessing the scene, instantly moved in front of Yan Xuan and shattered his accumulating spiritual power with a palm.

"Now is not the time for you to strike with all your might. Your strength must be reserved for display within the Holy Land."

The red-haired elder, as he hurried over, also quietly transmitted his voice to Yan Xuan.

Only then did Yan Xuan slowly cease his gathering spiritual power and looked at the Saint Heir, speaking calmly,

"Within the Holy Land, should we meet, let us battle with all our might."

After speaking, Yan Xuan swept away in a flurry.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, to reveal all his trump cards would truly be the most foolish act. Though arrogant, Yan Xuan was no brute and naturally understood this point.

This battle, although brief,

Had made it clear to everyone the extent of the Saint Heir’s formidable power.

Everyone could see that Yan Xuan had held back, but the Saint Heir was still able to suppress with a single move, deflecting an attack from a martial artist of the same realm.

It signified that the Saint Heir’s current strength was now unrivaled in the Divine Sea realm.

"Chu Fengmian, what is your decision? Do you wish to join the Black Market and become one of my venerable subordinates?"

The Saint Heir turned around and once more looked towards Chu Fengmian.

"Absolutely impossible!"

Chu Fengmian replied coldly, his tone indifferent but filled with unwavering resolve that anyone could hear.

In his life, Chu Fengmian would never submit, and he would rather die than bend the knee.

"Oh? Brother Chu refuses to reconsider?"

The expression of the Saint Heir suddenly turned chilling, and his killing intent was released without any concealment.

The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing, and a tangible killing intent made everyone shudder in fear.

"No one dares to refuse my invitation."

The tone of the Saint Heir changed, the murderous intent in his words no longer hidden.

The meaning behind his words was clear: if you do not submit, the only path left is death.

"Whoosh."

Countless martial artists hurriedly retreated, for with the Saint Heir’s wrathful strike, they dared not be affected.

"Absolutely impossible!"

Chu Fengmian spoke again, this time his voice even louder than before, by several magnitudes.