Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 389 - 390: The Five Wheels Secret Technique (2nd Update) (Please Subscribe!!!)

Chapter 389: Chapter 390: The Five Wheels Secret Technique (2nd Update) (Please Subscribe!!!)

"A bunch of trash, dare to flex and strut in front of Chu Feng?"

As Chu Fengmian looked at those two disciples from Beimang Academy, he walked straight over, lifted his foot, and stomped down right at the chest of one of them.

The moment he lifted his foot.

"Stop!"

The young man barked coldly, his voice lording over from on high as if issuing a command.

"Hm?"

Chu Fengmian glanced at the young man and didn’t slow his foot down at all, stomping fiercely onto the chest of one of the Beimang Academy disciples.

"Ah!"

A great deal of fresh blood was sprayed out, his Spirit Vein utterly shattered by Chu Fengmian’s stomp, reducing him from a saintly figure to a worthless being without any Spiritual Power.

That stomp was ruthlessly extreme.

"You lowly brat, I ordered you to stop! Are you deaf?"

The young man’s face turned livid with rage as he watched Chu Fengmian’s actions.

His status within Beimang Academy was supremely noble, yet Chu Fengmian dared to disregard him completely.

Watching the Beimang Academy disciple on the ground spewing fresh blood, his Spirit Vein destroyed, the young man’s expression grew ferociously twisted.

"Very well, it seems you’re thoroughly intent on making enemies with our Beimang Academy! Don’t think that a bit of strength will intimidate us; in the face of our Beimang Academy, you are no more than an ant, easily crushable whenever we please!"

The young man aggressively declared.

"Now, hand over the Beimang Holy Token quietly and offer your woman up, then open your heart to my control, submit to me, and become my lackey. That is your only way out now; otherwise, you have only death!"

"Where does this trash come from, daring to wave hands and give orders in front of Chu Feng?"

Chu Fengmian had no good feelings toward the young man, the very one who had designs on Han Yueli.

A dragon has its reverse scales, touching upon them invites fury. Chu Fengmian had not intended to completely tear off the facade, but this young man was being so oppressively provocative.

Beimang Academy may not be easy to provoke, but Chu Fengmian wasn’t one to be pushed around either. If he took the bullying lying down, then all of his cultivation would be forfeit.

"It seems you’re behind all this. Well then, I’ll start by subduing you!"

Chu Fengmian sneered and, with a sweep of his hand, unleashed a mighty blast towards the young man, instantly transforming endless Spiritual Power into a long river.

This river, brimming with rolling Spiritual Power, descended from the heavens, bearing down on the young man.

"Subdue me? With you, a lowly brat?"

The young man laughed loudly as he watched Chu Fengmian.

"It seems you truly don’t know the immensity of heaven and earth, an ant from some remote country daring to imagine contending with me? Very well, today I will make you understand the difference in strength!"

The young man burst forth with a move, his realm around the seventh level of Divine Power.

But the power he unleashed was equivalent to a peak saint, even stronger than an ordinary peak saint.

He bridged a gap of four full realms.

"Oh? Surpassing four realms, that does count as a genius."

Chu Fengmian thought to himself upon seeing the young man make his move.

Being able to surpass the strength of four realms was indeed the mark of a genius even in Ancient Times. It seems this young man truly does possess some talent.

However, it ultimately was just a bit of talent after all, and such strength was not worth mentioning before Chu Fengmian.

With his peak mastery of the Spirit Vein realm, he was more than capable of annihilating peak saints. Compared to the young man, his own power was much greater.

"What’s the matter, boy, are you scared? But even if you are, it’s meaningless. Even if you kneel now and beg for mercy, it’s over! You will die today! Your woman! All your subordinates, they will all become my slaves!"

The young man, seeing Chu Fengmian standing still without taking action, thought Chu Fengmian was frightened, and became even more arrogant.

He glanced at Han Yueli, his eyes filled with undisguised greed, and suddenly made his move.

In this move, it seemed as if five Secret Techniques had merged, combining into an extremely mystical technique that he struck out with.

The mystery of these five Secret Techniques was displayed vividly, each one not less powerful than earth-level martial arts.

"How terrifying, this genius from the Beimang Academy is actually capable of merging five martial arts, akin to Secret Techniques, condensing them into a new technique!"

Countless onlookers were shocked to the extreme upon this sight.

Earth-level martial arts were not easy for saints to master and control; they required extended practice.

And controlling five Secret Techniques simultaneously was even more difficult.

Yet this young man had not only mastered five Secret Techniques but also combined them into one, interweaving them to create a new Secret Technique containing the essence of all five.

This was truly astonishing, something only a disciple of the Beimang Academy could possess such formidable talent.

Hearing the discussion of the crowd, the young man’s face couldn’t help but reveal a hint of pride, looking at Chu Fengmian, he laughed heartily.

"Kneel, boy. Any resistance now is futile. Even if you kneel, you are doomed to die today!"

The young man’s expression was ferocious, a hint of savagery in his eyes.

"No, I’ll spare your life, so that I can enjoy your woman as much as I want!"

"These five cycles of Secret Technique are the unique skills that I’ve comprehended. Let’s see how you can defend against them!"

The five Secret Techniques were unleashed simultaneously, combining into a huge wheel that nearly matched the joint force of five peak saints, pulsating with overwhelming Spiritual Power.

Even someone like Emperor Qinhuang, who was only a step away from the realm of life and death, would likely find it difficult to withstand this five cycles Secret Technique.

But Chu Fengmian’s expression was utterly relaxed. His strength had already transcended the realm of saints; as long as he was not facing a true life-and-death realm powerhouse, Chu Feng could defeat them with ease.

His power had indeed surpassed the realm of Divine Power.

"With such a crude technique, you dare to be so arrogant as to think you can defeat me? Ridiculous!"

Chu Fengmian snorted coldly, his mind moved, and the 1,296 drops of War Dragon essence blood erupted simultaneously, condensing into the War Dragon’s Claw.

Instantly, the War Dragon’s Claw descended from the skies and struck towards the five cycles Secret Technique—slamming down.

With a thunderous crash,

the five cycles Secret Technique was shattered by the War Dragon’s Claw, and the resulting shockwaves forced the young man to retreat repeatedly.