Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 217 - 218: Death by a Single Palm Strike (1st Update) (Please Favorite, Reward, and Recommend)

Chapter 217: Chapter 218: Death by a Single Palm Strike (1st Update) (Please Favorite, Reward, and Recommend)

But now, Cheng Tiangong’s Spiritual Power was nowhere near comparable to Chu Fengmian’s.

His Spiritual Power struggled wildly, but under Chu Fengmian’s, it was directly crushed.

Cheng Tiangong’s body was even trampled onto the ground by the force of Chu Fengmian, unable to struggle.

In an instant, a piece of black Scale Armor was grabbed by Chu Fengmian from Cheng Tiangong’s body and seized into his hand.

At the same time, Cheng Tiangong’s body exploded, blood and energy burst forth, all absorbed by the Sword Edge in Chu Fengmian’s hand.

Without the black Scale Armor, Cheng Tiangong was no match for the power of Chu Fengmian and was instantly annihilated.

Cheng Tiangong’s storage bag also fell into the hands of Chu Fengmian.

"This piece of black Scale Armor is indeed strong enough to withstand most attacks from Martial Artists of the Wind Governing Realm."

Chu Fengmian glanced at the black Scale Armor, then with a sweep of his hand, sent it flying towards Han Yueli.

"This piece of black Scale Armor, I give to you. With it, you can avoid many dangers."

As Chu Fengmian spoke, he infused it directly into Han Yueli’s body with a surge of Spiritual Power.

Once the black Scale Armor merged into Han Yueli’s body, only a pattern was visible to the outside, impossible to detect by others.

It would reveal itself only in times of danger.

To Chu Fengmian, the black Scale Armor indeed had significant use; it could at least help him withstand the attacks of Wind Governing Realm Martial Artists. But compared to him, Han Yueli needed it more.

After all, Han Yueli had just stepped into the Wind Governing Realm and was still very weak. With the protection of the black Scale Armor, Chu Fengmian would feel much more at ease.

"What about you two? Do you plan to commit suicide, or shall I kill you myself?"

Chu Fengmian’s eyes turned towards Yan Nan and Feng Poxuan, as he spoke coldly.

"Chu Fengmian, don’t be so smug. Do you really think you’re invincible now? You’ve already offended the Crown Prince and the Cheng family. The people of the Chu family, the entire Wusheng Academy are your enemies, and now provoking the two of us, do you really want to make enemies of the four great sects?"

Watching Chu Fengmian closing in, Yan Nan shouted loudly.

"The moment you leave the Holy Land, you will pay the price!"

"So defiant? Good, it seems you want to die as well."

Chu Fengmian gave Yan Nan a cold look.

Had he shown some sense, Chu Fengmian might have spared him. But now with his stubbornness, even threatening, it was against Chu Fengmian’s nature not to kill him.

"Die!"

Chu Fengmian waved his hand, and the Red Flame Sword in his grip once again gathered a massive swell of blood energy, slashing towards Yan Nan with one strike.

"Don’t underestimate me! Flame Dragon of a Thousand Miles!"

Yan Nan, seeing Chu Fengmian make his move, also bellowed. As the young Sect Leader of the Red Flame Sect, a genius ranked among the top five in the Wusheng Kingdom, when had he ever been slighted like this?

In front of Yan Nan, endless flames surged forth, transforming into a Flame Dragon spanning a thousand meters. With a roar of Dragon Roar, it pounced towards Chu Fengmian.

"Be careful, this Flame Dragon of a Thousand Miles is a mid-grade martial skill of the Earth level from the Red Flame Sect, with extremely powerful force. Once touched, one will directly be devoured by the flames."

Han Yueli rapidly warned from the side.

But her words were too late. Almost at the moment the Flame Dragon of a Thousand Miles appeared, Chu Fengmian’s right hand grabbed it, and within his palm, the Flame Dragon was forcibly crushed to pieces.

To be able to crush a mid-grade martial skill of the Earth level with bare hands!

This scene caused Yan Nan’s complexion to change dramatically.

Chu Fengmian’s strength had become terrifying beyond his imagination. With such might, he even doubted if the person before him was someone else in disguise.

Being able to possess such frightening power at the realm of Spiritual Sea, Chu Fengmian’s terror had already far surpassed Zhi Lingtian.

"What, no other tricks up your sleeve?"

Watching Yan Nan’s stupefied face, a hint of mockery flashed across Chu Fengmian’s lips.

"If that’s the case, then you might as well die."

"Chu Fengmian, I am the junior Sect Leader of the Red Flame Sect. If you kill me, the Red Flame Sect will hound you relentlessly!"

Yan Nan bellowed.

His strength was nowhere near Chu Fengmian’s. Now, the only thing that might make Chu Fengmian wary was the Red Flame Sect behind him.

Unfortunately, such a threat had no effect on Chu Fengmian; it only intensified the murder in his heart.

"A threat? If the Red Flame Sect dares to oppose Chu, then there’s no need for its existence!"

Chu Fengmian proclaimed coldly.

Arrogant, a statement of outrageous arrogance.

This declaration sent a shock through everyone present. The Red Flame Sect, a sect with a thousand-year heritage and one of the four great sects of Wusheng Kingdom, had profound roots.

It wasn’t just any Spiritual Sea martial artist who dared to speak of destroying the Red Flame Sect, even a saint wouldn’t dare make such a claim.

"Arrogance! You will pay the price! The price for provoking our Red Flame Sect!"

Yan Nan screamed maniacally.

"Shut up!"

Chu Fengmian snorted coldly, and with a flash of the Red Flame Sword in his hand, a blood-red Sword Qi sliced towards Yan Nan.

"No! I am a genius of this world, the future Sect Leader of the Red Flame Sect. How can I die today at the hands of a mere youngster!"

Yan Nan roared loudly, desperately channeling the Spiritual Power within him in a struggle. Geysers of immense Spiritual Power burst forth suddenly, forming a sea of flames across the sky as he made his last stand.

"Futile! Break for me!"

Chu Fengmian’s hand suddenly fell, his palm containing overwhelming Spiritual Power that pressed down.

The sea of flames around Yan Nan shattered instantly, and almost in the next moment, the blood-red Sword Qi pierced through Yan Nan’s body.

"Ss!"

Blood spurted from Yan Nan, all merging into the Slaughter Sword Technique, enhancing its power.

The more blood absorbed, the more formidable the might of the Slaughter Sword Technique became.

Having slain Chu Ning, Cheng Tiangong, and Yan Nan, Chu Fengmian felt his Slaughter Sword Technique’s power had increased by ten percent compared to before.

These three were prodigies of the Wusheng Kingdom, each with a robust vitality. Now that they had all been slain by Chu Fengmian, his strength naturally became even stronger.

At the same time, Chu Fengmian waved his hand, and the storage bag of Yan Nan was drawn out from his withered corpse.

Each of these individuals was a top genius from the major sects, having acquired ample wealth from the tomb of the Emperor of Fertility.

Now, Chu Fengmian naturally would not let that go.

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