Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 361 - 362: Spatial Storm (4th Update) (Please Subscribe!!!)

Chapter 361: Chapter 362: Spatial Storm (4th Update) (Please Subscribe!!!)

"Good, very good, it’s been many years since someone has injured me."

Emperor Qinhuang looked at Chu Fengmian, snorting coldly.

The strike unleashed by the Imperial Vessel had almost shattered his body, but it did not affect Emperor Qinhuang much.

The injuries on his body would regenerate anew after he surpassed the life-and-death tribulation, so the damage did not trouble him too much.

"Extreme Path Celestial Weapon, it’s just a pity that what you hold in your hand is only a broken part of an Extreme Path Celestial Weapon, just a fragment," Emperor Qinhuang said, looking at Chu Fengmian, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Just a moment, just a moment ago, and he would have died by Chu Fengmian’s hand.

And fortunately for Emperor Qinhuang, what Chu Fengmian held was not complete, and at full force, it only shattered his body.

Had it been a truly complete Imperial Vessel, Emperor Qinhuang would probably have been obliterated under that power, not even ashes left behind.

"How can you have the power to activate an Extreme Path Celestial Weapon? So it turns out to be a mere broken relic. Just a relic, and you thought to stand against me, the emperor?"

Emperor Qinhuang laughed coldly, his hands moving to conjure three Thunder Hands, which he then directed straight at Chu Fengmian.

"Give up, today you have no escape!"

Now, Emperor Qinhuang had countless opportunities to kill Chu Fengmian, but he did not intend to blast him outright. For if he killed Chu Fengmian, the Ancient Battle Dragon Bloodline in him would vanish with him.

He had to extract all of the Ancient Battle Dragon Bloodline from Chu Fengmian first, and so the Thunder Hands fiercely grasped toward Chu Fengmian.

Chu Fengmian’s mind was jarred. He had not expected Emperor Qinhuang’s strength to be so formidable.

With all his might, he had activated the Imperial Vessel, yet he could only shake Emperor Qinhuang’s body but not wound his essence.

For a saint, it was their saintly blood within that was the true source of power, and bodily injuries did not affect their strength.

"Phantom!"

Faced with the numerous incoming Thunder Hands, Chu Fengmian moved his feet, driving the Phantom movement technique to its limit as he fled in an instant.

"Hmph, boy, where can you flee today?"

Watching Chu Fengmian’s escaping light, Emperor Qinhuang snorted coldly. So what if there were no Thunder Cages around?

The space nearby had already been shattered by him, turning into a space storm—Chu Fengmian had no escape.

Today, even if Chu Fengmian sprouted wings, he could not fly from here.

"This space storm, though perilously dangerous, entering it is a nine-in-ten chance of death, but staying here would surely result in Emperor Qinhuang taking my life and my bloodline. Better to go in and fight for that one chance of survival!"

Chu Fengmian thought to himself as he fled.

Rather than waiting for death here, he would be better off entering the space storm, where there still lay a slim chance of life.

He had used the power of the Imperial Vessel just now not simply to gain a surprising victory over Emperor Qinhuang but also to blast open the surrounding Thunder Cages.

His escape light did not pause for an instant, as he rushed into the broken space.

The space had been shattered, and behind him was a tearing spatial storm. Chu Fengmian stepped into it and was immediately sucked into the broken space.

And behind Chu Fengmian, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Do you think you can enter the spatial storm?"

Seeing Chu Fengmian’s action, Emperor Qinhuang sneered and said,

"You think you can escape from the palm of this emperor? How naive! Thunder Ark!"

Emperor Qinhuang suddenly waved his hand, and endless thunder formed in front of him, condensing into an immensely large ark, entirely made of lightning.

He entered the Thunder Ark in an instant and immediately flew towards the broken space.

Once inside the broken space, Chu Fengmian instantly sensed the countless spatial storms that seemed eager to tear his body apart.

The power of each spatial storm was not inferior to the full-strength strike of a Seventh Tier Martial Artist in the Divine Power realm.

These spatial storms seemed endless, assaulting Chu Fengmian from all directions as if they aimed to completely shred his body.

Chu Fengmian could only resist the terrifying tearing of the spatial storms by pushing the Battle Dragon Technique to its limits.

"The spatial storms within this broken space are indeed fearsome. Martial Artists below the Seventh Tier of the Divine Power realm would likely be torn to shreds and obliterated in an instant upon entering,"

It was only upon entering the broken space that Chu Fengmian realized how terrifying the legendary spatial storms actually were.

Each spatial storm was equivalent to a full-strength strike from a Seventh Tier Martial Artist in the Divine Power realm, especially in number – they were endless.

Every moment they would batter Martial Artists within, and unless one was a peak-level Saint able to hold their own, even Saints of the Eighth or Ninth Tier of Divine Power could not endure for long.

Within mere moments of entering, Chu Fengmian’s Spiritual Power was almost completely drained, but fortunately, the power of the Divine Veins continuously drew from the earth’s ley lines to replenish his Spiritual Power.

This allowed Chu Fengmian to survive in the broken space.

Chu Fengmian hadn’t even had the chance to relax when, suddenly, thunderous rumblings erupted behind him.

Turning his head, Chu Feng saw an immense Thunder Ark amidst countless lightning bolts, sailing towards him in pursuit.

Emperor Qinhuang evidently had no intention of sparing Chu Fengmian, resolute in exterminating him at all costs, and had also pursued him into the broken space.

Countless spatial storms lashed against the Thunder Ark, hissing upon impact, but the Ark’s speed outpaced Chu Fengmian’s by a margin.

As a peak-level Saint, Emperor Qinhuang was reluctant to venture recklessly into the spatial storms of the broken space, but these storms could do little to harm him in the short term.

Even the spatial storms seemed unable to block Emperor Qinhuang.

"This Thunder Hand is about to be refined. Once it is completely refined, my power will advance even further!"

Chu Fengmian sensed that within his body, the Sky-Swallowing Serpent was close to fully refining the Thunder Hand.

The Thunder Hand, capable of stripping away the ancient battle dragon’s essence blood within Chu Fengmian’s body, was not formed by gathering Spiritual Power but contained the Saintly essence blood of Emperor Qinhuang.

Once refined, it would bring immense benefits to Chu Fengmian. Advancing further in his realm, he might yet have a chance to escape.