Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 240 - 241: The Final Trump Card (2nd Update) (Please Bookmark, Tip, and Recommend)

Chapter 240: Chapter 241: The Final Trump Card (2nd Update) (Please Bookmark, Tip, and Recommend)

"Saint Chu Heng, aren’t you afraid of the Fengrao Stele?"

Chu Fengmian suddenly spoke out.

"If you really want me to submit, beware, I may fight you to the death!"

Within this domain, was another distinct space; only Chu Fengmian and Saint Chu Heng were present in this space. Consequently, Chu Fengmian also did not have the slightest bit of inhibition, and directly mentioned the matter of the Fengrao Stele.

The news of the Fengrao Stele had originally been obtained by the Chu and Cheng families, and now Saint Chu Heng was certainly aware of it.

"I know that your Chu family has always wanted to eliminate me to obtain the treasures on me and the legacy of the Emperor of Fertility. Now that I’ve fallen into your hands, if you truly wish to subdue me, beware I may summon the Fengrao Stele, and we will both perish together!"

Chu Fengmian shouted loudly, and at the same time, his mind was also constantly thinking of what to say next.

In such a critical moment, Chu Fengmian knew he had to remain calm.

"Hmph!"

Hearing the three words "Fengrao Stele," the Spiritual Power in Saint Chu Heng’s hands visibly weakened a bit, and a trace of wariness appeared on his face.

Toward the Fengrao Stele, a top-tier Spiritual Artifact personally forged by the Emperor of Fertility, Saint Chu Heng was obviously somewhat apprehensive.

If someone else had said such a thing, he naturally wouldn’t believe it, but coming from Chu Fengmian it was different.

Chu Fengmian possessed not only the Fengrao Stele but had also received the legacy of the Emperor of Fertility. Considering this, Chu Fengmian might really have the qualifications to fight to the death with him.

"What do you want, to spare your life?"

Saint Chu Heng looked at Chu Fengmian with interest and said with a sneer.

"Although I don’t believe that you, a mere Divine Sea realm youngster, have the qualifications to fight to the death with me, this Emperor of Fertility is indeed not someone I can scheme against easily. It’s not impossible that he might have truly left behind some measures."

"Now hand over the Fengrao Stele, the legacy of the Emperor of Fertility, as well as the Beimang Saint Medal left by the Saint of Xuanbei. I might consider sparing your life."

Saint Chu Heng’s voice carried an endless murderous intent, almost as if delivering a threat.

"Give up resistance and hand over all the treasures. This is your only chance, or else I might choose to fight to the death just to kill you!"

"Saint Chu Heng, neither of us are fools. Do you think that’s possible?"

Upon hearing Saint Chu Heng’s words, Chu Fengmian laughed in disdain and replied.

"If I were to hand over all the treasures, I fear you would kill me on the spot. Where would the chance of sparing my life come in?"

"I will not believe the words of your Chu family!"

"You don’t believe it? Pity you have no choice."

Saint Chu Heng’s face revealed a slight smile.

"If you want to live, this is your only chance. If you don’t know how to cherish it, then you might as well fall here today."

"Then give it a try," Chu Fengmian countered sharply and unapologetically said.

"Even if you subdue me, it’s far less important to you than the Fengrao Stele, the legacy of the Emperor of Fertility, the Beimang Saint Medal, and other treasures. All I want is to survive."

"What do you want to do?"

Chu Heng the Saint pondered for a moment, then spoke in a deep voice.

Indeed, as Chu Fengmian had said, what Chu Heng the Saint wanted by making his move was to acquire the treasures on Chu Fengmian— the Fertility Stele, the inheritance of the Emperor of Fertility, and the Beimang Holy Plaque. These three treasures were what he valued most.

As for Chu Fengmian himself, he was, in fact, just an afterthought; compared with the three treasures, Chu Fengmian’s own life indeed wasn’t as important.

"I’m not necessarily opposed to sparing your life; it all depends on your sincerity."

Chu Heng the Saint sneered coldly, waiting for Chu Fengmian’s response.

The treasures on Chu Fengmian were what truly mattered to him; as for everyone else, Chu Heng the Saint didn’t care much.

Chu Fengmian’s life was not important.

"Chu Heng the Saint, I can give you all the treasures on me, but you must open up your domain and let me out before I hand over the treasures to you."

Chu Fengmian shouted loudly, and at the same time, he was secretly gathering Spiritual Power. The Fertility Stele had quietly appeared in the palm of Chu Fengmian’s hand, and precisely ten thousand golden Spirit Pills were already prepared.

Ten thousand golden Spirit Pills were the limit for igniting and activating the Fertility Stele; if he burned any more, the power of the Fertility Stele would become uncontrollable for Chu Fengmian.

But this was equivalent to ten times the normal consumption required to activate the Fertility Stele, effectively making its power ten times stronger.

"Let you out? And then you’ll give me the treasures?"

Chu Heng the Saint frowned, seemingly contemplating something. After a moment, his expression suddenly changed, becoming extremely cold and sinister.

"Kid, it seems that you really take me for a fool! The Fertility Stele is a Heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifact, which even I may not be able to wield in person. You, a mere God Sea Realm youngster, how could you possibly activate the Fertility Stele."

"Moreover, with your talents, letting you go would be like releasing the tiger back to the mountain. You would become a major thorn in the side of our Chu family. Today, I will lay down a restriction on you to prevent future troubles!"

Chu Heng the Saint suddenly shouted in anger. His Spiritual Power erupted wildly as the Demon Domain Soul Suppressing Seal in his palm revealed all its power, pressing down towards Chu Fengmian with a palm strike.

"Be suppressed! Submit!"

"Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds!"

From Chu Fengmian’s mouth, a Dragon Roar echoed, and under this ancient dragon chant, the Demon Domain Soul Suppressing Seal was instantly shattered, dissolving into nothingness.

"What?"

With the Demon Domain Soul Suppressing Seal broken, Chu Heng the Saint’s face underwent a drastic change. His palm gathered more Spiritual Power, forming a fist that hurtled towards Chu Fengmian.

Unable to make Chu Fengmian submit, Chu Heng the Saint must kill Chu Fengmian today.

But just as he threw his punch, from the palm of Chu Fengmian’s hand, an immensely strong force of Spiritual Power burst forth suddenly.

"You old bastard, you said I couldn’t use the power of the Fertility Stele, right? Then have a look, what is this!"

Chu Fengmian roared. The Fertility Stele in his palm swelled crazily, suddenly growing five to six meters tall, with roaring flames burning behind it.

These flames were the power of Spiritual Power that Chu Fengmian had gathered from burning ten thousand golden Spirit Pills, all used to drive the Fertility Stele.

"The Fertility Stele! You really can activate the Fertility Stele!"

Chu Heng the Saint screamed in disbelief. He had always thought Chu Fengmian was merely bluffing; after all, the Fertility Stele was a terrifying Spiritual Artifact that even he found difficult to activate.

But Chu Fengmian truly had the ability to activate the Fertility Stele, and all of his calculations were wrong.