Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 405 - 406

Chapter 405: 406

Chu Fengmian and Han Yueli were cultivating together in the secret chamber at the moment when their bloodlines were merging.

The Warrior Victory Kingdom had already undergone earth-shattering changes. The three great sects and the Warrior Victory Academy were completely subjugated.

Under the pressure of the Qin Emperor’s Legion and the Annihilation Legion, all the disciples of the three great sects and the Warrior Victory Academy submitted and dared not rebel any longer.

"Young Master."

Shi Jianjun had been waiting outside for a long time. Upon seeing Chu Fengmian emerge, he respectfully knelt down and spoke.

"The disciples of the three great sects and the Warrior Victory Academy have all been subdued and reduced to slaves."

"Well done, you have done very well."

Chu Fengmian looked at Shi Jianjun, and with a thought, a drop of golden blood condensed from the tip of his finger and flew towards Shi Jianjun.

"This is your reward."

Chu Fengmian was always clear about rewards and punishments. Shi Jianjun had always been loyal, so naturally, Chu Fengmian would not skimp on his reward.

"Thank you, Young Master."

Shi Jianjun accepted the drop of golden blood without refusal; having once refined a drop of ancient battle dragon’s essence blood, he was naturally aware of its benefits.

He thanked him profusely and took over the golden blood, swallowing it in one gulp. Instantly, Shi Jianjun’s bloodline was elevated once more, and his strength stepped further into the eightfold realm of Divine Power.

With the Bloodline Power bestowed by Chu Fengmian, his strength was now enough to contend with a true ninefold Divine Power realm Saint.

With this, Shi Jianjun’s entry into the Life and Death realm and crossing the great tribulation of life and death were probably not far off.

"Also, a few peak Saints from the three great sects and the Warrior Victory Academy wish to have an audience with the Young Master to talk."

After assimilating the golden blood, Shi Jianjun raised his head once again and spoke to Chu Fengmian.

"Oh? Take me to see them,"

said Chu Fengmian softly.

He wasn’t surprised at all.

After all, there were some old fellows in these three great sects and the Warrior Victory Academy; although these peak Saints couldn’t pose a threat to Chu Fengmian,

he wouldn’t believe that they would choose to submit obediently. Allowing them to create trouble could be bothersome. It would be better for Chu Fengmian to personally deal with them completely and not have to worry about future problems.

After dealing with these people, Chu Fengmian would then be able to head to Beimang Academy together with Han Yueli.

Shi Jianjun led Chu Fengmian to a deep void. Here, four old Sages had been waiting for a long time.

These four individuals were all peak Saints, two of whom Chu Fengmian had met before.

One was the founding Elder of Warrior Victory Academy, the Ink Saint, and the other was the old ancestor of Cold Snow Pavilion, Han Ning Saint.

As for the other two peak Saints, although Chu Fengmian had not met them, one was fiery and the other windy, clearly indicating they were the old ancestors of Candle Flame Sect and Wind God Sect.

"Why do you all wish to speak with Chu?"

Chu Fengmian stepped into the void, glanced at the four individuals, and spoke calmly.

"Chu Fengmian, there’s no need to play dumb here. You’re powerful now, and all our disciples from the Warrior Victory Academy and the three great sects can all submit to you! But we four are peak Saints, and it’s impossible for us to submit to anyone!"

A voice suddenly came out, the Ink Saint’s eyes flickered as he looked at Chu Fengmian and suddenly spoke with determination.

"Indeed, we are all ancestral figures of our own domains! You can’t possibly make us submit to you; at most we can assist you, but you will never be able to control us!"

Another peak Saint, the old ancestor of Wind God Sect, also spoke up, his eyes flickering as he looked at Chu Fengmian, his words revealing a hint of killing intent.

"Brat, if you refuse our demands today, with just your few little kittens as subordinates, you won’t possibly be able to resist us!"

"So you’re thinking of rebelling?"

Chu Fengmian’s eyes were calm as he scanned the four people and slowly spoke.

"Rebellion? We’re merely giving you a piece of advice. There’s no way you’re going to make us submit now. If you know what’s good for you, we could still submit to you openly and help you manage some of the sect’s affairs."

The elder ancestor of the Candle Flame Sect spoke fiercely.

"But if you don’t know what’s good for you, then don’t blame us for being ruthless!"

The elder ancestor of the Cold Snow Pavilion, the Han Ning Saint, who had remained silent until now, couldn’t help but nod her head in agreement.

Although she hadn’t spoken, her current demeanor showed her agreement with the other four.

"Not knowing what’s good for you? Being ruthless? Today, I would like to see what abilities you four trash have to dare threaten Chu someone!"

Chu Fengmian snorted coldly and suddenly waved his hand, gathering a massive amount of Spiritual Power that transformed into an enormous palm pressing down on them.

"You damned brat! You’re too arrogant! We are all peak saints, revered ancestors; how could we fear you!"

The Ink Wash Saint said angrily, looking at Chu Fengmian.

He gathered Spiritual Power and suddenly made his move. In the void, countless ink splashes appeared out of nowhere.

Transformed into fierce beasts, these ink splashes pounced ferociously towards Chu Fengmian.

The other three peak saints also moved simultaneously, unleashing their Spiritual Power with full force towards Chu Fengmian.

The four of them joined forces in a vain attempt to contend with Chu Fengmian.

"Overestimating yourselves!"

Chu Fengmian sneered with disdain in his eyes. With a thought, the power in the palm of his hand strengthened even more.

With one slap, the myriad martial techniques unleashed by the four, united, were utterly destroyed and suppressed.

The combined strength of the four was still far inferior to that of Zhao Wudi. They were now deluding themselves in competing against Chu Fengmian.

Ruthlessly suppressed by Chu Fengmian.

The immense Spiritual Power pressed down on their bodies, forcing all four to kneel on the ground.

"I can kill even a half-step Life-Death realm martial artist, and you few old fools think you can contend and threaten me?"

Chu Fengmian looked coldly at the four, and with a motion of his hand, a black Spiritual Power congealed.

This black Spiritual Power instantly transformed into four Life-Death Marks, engraving themselves deep into their hearts.

"You wouldn’t even dare..."

The Ink Wash Saint fought back mightily, but before he could finish his sentence, his expression suddenly changed, becoming extremely respectful.

Under the Life-Death Marks, their very thoughts would change, submitting wholeheartedly to Chu Fengmian, unable to resist.

"We are willing to submit to the young master."

The four said in unison, their expressions exceedingly respectful.

Watching Chu Fengmian so easily subdue these four peak saints, the expression of Swordslayer even took on a look of astonishment.

Such strength was simply beyond his imagination.

"These four are now your responsibility. I am heading to Beimang Academy, and from now on, you will be in charge of countless affairs."

After subduing the four men, Chu Fengmian spoke directly to Swordslayer. Without waiting for Swordslayer to respond, Chu Fengmian’s figure had already disappeared into the void.