Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 244 - 245: Demon God (2nd Update) (Please Bookmark, Tip, and Recommend)

Chapter 244: Chapter 245: Demon God (2nd Update) (Please Bookmark, Tip, and Recommend)

Ancient dragon turtles, possessing true dragon bloodline infused with the ancient war dragon’s essence by Chu Fengmian, were undergoing a transformative evolution in their bloodlines.

Once the ancient dragon turtle successfully stepped into the Divine Sea realm and achieved the status of a Demonic God, dealing with a Saint like Chu Heng would be no difficult feat.

Once a demonic beast entered the realm of a Demonic God, its power would skyrocket, with one Demonic God being enough to contend with several Saints of the same realm.

Calculating the time, this ancient dragon turtle should also be close to making a breakthrough.

With the ancient dragon turtle’s thousand-year-long cultivation and the addition of Chu Fengmian’s ancient war dragon bloodline, breaking through to the realm of Divine Power and becoming a Demonic God was not a difficult task.

Considering this, Chu Fengmian’s palm once again produced a Jade Talisman, which was handed to him by the ancient dragon turtle itself.

Now, as Chu Fengmian flew swiftly towards the deserted island, he also crushed the Jade Talisman.

Once the Jade Talisman was crushed, the ancient dragon turtle would definitely know Chu Fengmian was in danger and would surely come to his rescue.

"Hahahaha, little beast, where do you think you can escape to!"

Behind Chu Fengmian, a voice bellowed in laughter as the Saintly form of Chu Heng rapidly caught up.

Even with Chu Fengmian pushing the Phantom movement technique to its limits, the distance between them was closing bit by bit.

This was the speed of the already injured Chu Heng—if he were at his full strength, his speed would be even more astonishingly fast.

Fifty li.

The distance now separating Chu Fengmian from Chu Heng was only fifty li—an insurmountable gap for many Martial Artists.

But for a Saint, should Chu Fengmian stop, it would only take him the time of three breaths to catch up.

Chu Fengmian had just taken advantage of a moment’s hesitation from Chu Heng, using the spatial Jade Talisman to escape a hundred li, but it was quickly shortened to fifty li.

And now, it was getting even closer—forty li, thirty li, Chu Heng was about to catch up with Chu Fengmian.

"Damn it! This old man really isn’t planning to let me go; he’s intent on killing me!"

Such a frenzied pursuit and overwhelming killing intent made it clear to Chu Fengmian that Chu Heng had set his mind on killing him today.

"You think killing me will be that easy!"

Chu Fengmian roared, and in front of him, he threw out another ten thousand gold Spirit Pills, setting them ablaze.

"Emperor of Fertility, annihilate!"

Chu Fengmian crazily activated the power of the Emperor of Fertility again, launching it towards Chu Heng.

What he needed to do now was to buy time, time enough for the ancient dragon turtle to arrive.

Another ten thousand gold Spirit Pills were consumed, but Chu Fengmian could not afford to care about the cost.

From the tomb of the Emperor of Fertility, Chu Fengmian had obtained nearly two hundred thousand gold Spirit Pills, had consumed fifty thousand for cultivation, and had activated the Emperor of Fertility’s power five times, using up another fifty thousand.

Now, Chu Fengmian had already used up half of his gold Spirit Pills.

Every time these Spirit Pills burned, it pained his heart, as there was no way for Chu Fengmian to obtain more Spirit Pills—the cost was irreplaceable.

But now, Chu Fengmian had no choice; he could only sacrifice the pills to fend off Chu Heng.

Using Spirit Pills in exchange for time.

"Damn little beast, just how much wealth did he manage to get! The treasure of the Emperor of Fertility is indeed vast—an unbelievable cache from a terrifying powerhouse who transcended life and death."

Watching Chu Fengmian squander the gold Spirit Pills, Chu Heng’s heart was filled with envy; for him, these Spirit Pills represented a substantial fortune, now all being used by Chu Fengmian to fuel the power of the Emperor of Fertility.

His jealousy had intensified his murderous intentions toward Chu Fengmian.

Once he had slain Chu Fengmian, all of the rare encounters and fortunes that Chu Fengmian possessed would ultimately belong to him, be it the wealth of the Emperor of Fertility or the monumental stele of fertility.

"Boom!"

The strike from the Stele of Fertility momentarily paused Chu Heng the Saint’s movement, but as soon as the power of the stele dissipated, Chu Heng the Saint quickly picked up his pace and followed.

"Twenty li!"

"Ten li!"

"Five li!"

Though Chu Fengmian was trying his best to delay, it was challenging to impede a Saint, who soon caught up, closing the distance between them.

Finally, when they were about three li apart, Chu Heng the Saint made his move.

At this distance, he was well within range to strike.

"War God invincible, bless my body! Heaven Breaking Divine Fist!"

Behind Chu Heng the Saint, the golden figure of the War God bestowed strength upon him, making his power grow stronger.

He bellowed, and with an exceedingly dominant punch aimed at Chu Fengmian, he attacked ferociously.

"Not good! This is Chu Heng the Saint’s true killing move!"

Chu Fengmian’s face changed dramatically, knowing well that he could not withstand such a punch.

At that moment, Chu Fengmian seemed utterly cornered, no longer able to resist.

However, just then, a huge wave suddenly surged from the boundless waters below, carrying within it a figure with white hair.

As soon as this white-haired figure appeared, he charged at Chu Heng the Saint and struck with a forceful palm.

"Who dares to save this boy from my hands? Tired of living, are you?"

Chu Heng the Saint sneered arrogantly upon seeing this sudden appearance and, with a cold huff, redirected his Heaven Breaking Divine Fist toward the white-haired figure.

"Seeking death!"

Boom!

A massive explosion sounded as the Heaven Breaking Divine Fist was directly shattered, even the War God figure behind Chu Heng the Saint cracked under the force of the palm.

"Are you, a mere Divine Power Realm Tier 1 Saint, daring to challenge me?"

The white-haired figure appeared and fixed his gaze intently on Chu Heng the Saint.

"Ancient Dragon Turtle."

Recognizing the white-haired figure, Chu Fengmian understood who it was.

It was the Ancient Dragon Turtle that Chu Fengmian had subdued on the deserted island. It seemed that it had successfully achieved the Divine Power Realm, becoming a demonic god and had transformed into human form.

Once a demonic beast steps into the Divine Power Realm and becomes a demonic god, it can transform into a human form, looking exactly like a human.

However, the Spiritual Power within them is demonic power, not Spiritual Power, hence it can be discerned.

"From where does such a demonic god come? In the Martial Victorious Nation, to have such a terrifying demonic beast?"

After a single exchange of blows and suffering a considerable setback, Chu Heng the Saint quickly realized the identity of the white-haired figure.

A demonic god—only a demonic beast transformed into a demonic god could possess such terrifying brute strength, capable of shattering even the War God figure on his back.