Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 529 - 530 Kill! Kill! Kill! (3rd Update)

Chapter 529: Chapter 530 Kill! Kill! Kill! (3rd Update)

In that instant.

The edge of the blade had already pressed close to Chu Fengmian.

Rong Bei’s blade was the ultimate expression of speed, a comprehension brought to its extreme.

As the blade appeared, the whole arena was alarmed—such rapid sword edge, who could withstand it?

"Instant Blade?"

Chu Fengmian’s face remained calm to the extreme, a slight lift at the corner of his eye, cool to the utmost.

Facing the terrifying strike of the blade, Chu Fengmian’s gaze was utterly indifferent.

"Your Instant Blade is still lacking a bit. Seeing the moment of the blade’s edge is utterly meaningless!"

Chu Fengmian slowly raised his hand, grasped in the air, and that nearly invisible shadow of the blade suddenly froze in front of him.

"Blocked it?"

Countless onlookers turned their gazes over, and in the next moment, as the shadow of the blade came to a halt, each of them could hardly believe their own eyes.

This fearsome blade edge of Rong Bei had actually been caught directly in Chu Fengmian’s hand.

The blade, held in Chu Fengmian’s grip, could move no further.

"How is this possible!"

Everyone on the scene understood the horror of Rong Bei’s blade just now—its edge too fast to see, making evasion exceedingly difficult.

Yet now it had been blocked by someone, and with bare hands no less, even grasping the blade’s edge.

This scene made everyone’s complexion change drastically, unthinkable that someone could catch such a dreadful blade edge.

Even Rong Bei’s own face was shocked to the extreme, especially upon hearing the words "Instant Blade" from Chu Fengmian’s mouth.

Rong Bei’s swordsmanship was not something he had comprehended on his own, but rather a technique he had chanced upon in an ancient cavern, a relic from an ancient time.

The name of this technique was indeed the Instant Blade.

Time and again, he had used this Instant Blade, defeating countless martial artists. He could never have dreamed that someone would bare-handedly block it.

Even the blade’s edge had been caught by Chu Fengmian.

No matter how hard he tried.

The blade remained firmly in Chu Fengmian’s grasp, well beyond his power to shake.

Chu Fengmian looked towards Rong Bei and coldly spoke.

"The way of the Instant Blade is but a deviation from the true path, relying solely on speed. If seen through, it is worthless. You have not reached the realm of the Bladeless, your Instant Blade is, after all, only good for defeating the worthless."

"Who exactly are you?"

Hearing the three words "Bladeless", Rong Bei’s complexion completely changed.

He professed to follow the Bladeless, a mighty figure from the Ancient Times, known as the Bladeless because no one had ever seen his blade.

But everyone had died under his blade’s edge; he had perfected the speed of his swordsmanship.

Rong Bei’s own blade techniques, aside from their strength, the unpredictability of their speed was also his most potent tactic.

But all this had been seen through by Chu Fengmian.

"You’ve thrown a lot at me; it’s time you took one of my swords!"

Chu Fengmian shook his head.

He couldn’t be bothered to say much to these disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sect.

The disciples of the seven major sects were, in Chu Fengmian’s eyes, the walking dead.

"Sword!"

With a light cry from Chu Fengmian, the Red Flame Sword appeared in his hands. Grasping the sword, his aura became completely different from before.

"Ten Thousand Layers of Sword! Unity of Ten Thousand Swords!"

"Boom!"

Chu Fengmian’s sword in his hand suddenly dropped, and the moment this sword dropped, it carried Sword Intent so powerful it was almost at its absolute peak, descending alongside the sword.

A single strike and the heavens and earth were extinguished.

As this sword fell, its Sword Edge frantically climbed higher and higher, becoming unimaginably massive, transforming into a terrifying Sword Edge that spanned a thousand zhang in length.

"Battle!"

At the same time, the power of the Battle Dragon Technique within Chu Fengmian was also directly mobilized, condensing countless units of dragon force upon this Sword Edge.

With this sword’s fall, there wasn’t just the sharpness of the sword, but also the immense power of a dragon.

The colossal force of the sword bore down, it was so crushing, one could hardly breathe.

"What swordsmanship is this?"

"To what extent has this person’s strength reached?"

"Is this really something a Martial Artist at the fourth level of Divine Power can achieve?"

Shocked faces everywhere.

This one sword was infinitely more terrifying than Rong Bei’s slash.

Rong Bei’s slash was only fast, fast to the extreme, but its power was not too great; it gave one the feeling that there was a slim chance of survival, a possibility of resistance.

But now, Chu Fengmian’s sword carried absolute terror, a sharp Sword Edge, immense power pushed to the extreme, all in one strike.

The moment people felt the power of this Sword Edge, despair arose in everyone’s hearts, without a shred of will to resist, nor even the courage to attempt defiance.

"Impossible! How can a mere insect from the North Domain...!"

Under this power, Rong Bei was constantly driven back, muttering to himself.

His eyes were filled with fear; in the face of this terrifying sword, he had lost any capacity to rebel in his heart.

"An insect from the North Domain? How are the people from the Seven Great Ancient Sects any different? Dare to come at me, I’ll kill one for each that comes, and that includes people from the Seven Great Ancient Sects too!"

Chu Fengmian looked at Rong Bei with eyes brimming with lethal intent.

"Let’s start by killing you, the one stirring up trouble!"

"Crack!"

The sword before Rong Bei instantly shattered; his sword too was a Spiritual Artifact of the earth grade.

But even as a Spiritual Artifact of the earth grade, it was meaningless before Chu Fengmian’s sword, utterly destroyed.

Even Rong Bei’s body began to be devoured under this Sword Edge.

"Is this person really at the fourth level of Divine Power? Not the fourth level of Life and Death?"

"A Martial Artist at the fourth level of Life and Death couldn’t possibly condense such a terrifying blade edge!"

"Rong Bei is going to be defeated by him!"

The remaining three disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sect shouted out as they witnessed this scene.

"Damn it, move quickly to rescue!"

"Stop!"

Three fierce shouts sounded simultaneously.

The remaining three venerable disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sect couldn’t hold back anymore and made their move together.

Countless martial arts techniques bombarded Chu Fengmian.

"Stop?"

Chu Fengmian glanced at the three venerable disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sect with disdain and said,

"Who do you think you are, daring to tell me to stop!"

"War Dragon’s Claw, shatter it for me!"

Chu Fengmian immediately condensed the power from his bloodline, a total of more than six thousand droplets of ancient war dragon’s essence blood, all of it consolidated in an instant.

This time, the War Dragon’s Claw he condensed appeared far more lifelike, with each dragon scale engraved with ancient patterns, far more intricate than any he had formed before.

The dragon force contained within was also refined to another degree.

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