Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 533 - 534: The Seven Major Sects? Kill Them All the Same! (Third Update)

Chapter 533: Chapter 534: The Seven Major Sects? Kill Them All the Same! (Third Update)

The nearly invincible Ancient Desolate Pathway, under the watchful eyes of the present, was broken open by a single sword from Chu Fengmian.

Even the Space-Time River behind the Ancient Desolate Pathway was utterly destroyed under Chu Fengmian’s sword.

"My God, what kind of strength is this! Just how much terrifying power is this person still hiding!"

"When did such a terrifying genius appear in our Northern Domain? His strength has already surpassed the seed disciples of the Beimang Academy. Could he be the next Lord of Night?"

"The Ancient Desolate Pathways created by the ingestion of the Ancient Desolate Divine Pills of the three great Ancient Desolate Sect disciples have been broken just like that, how is it possible!"

A series of astonished voices arose, countless gazes turned toward Chu Fengmian, watching as he stepped out in a single stride.

Chu Fengmian waved his hand mightily, reaching directly for the Ancient Desolate Sect.

"The Ancient Desolate Pathway, it has actually shattered! Impossible! The Ancient Desolate Pathway we condensed with almost all our power, even high-level Martial Artists in the Realm of Life and Death might not be able to break it, how could it be cut open by this kid with a single sword!"

The three Ancient Desolate Sect disciples, all relentlessly beaten back, were still filled with incredible shock in their eyes.

It seemed they still hadn’t reacted to the present moment.

The Ancient Desolate Pathway was already complete; they three should have been in an invincible position already.

But right in front of them, the Ancient Desolate Pathway was cut open by a single sword from Chu Fengmian.

The Ancient Desolate Pathway is the foundational strength of the Ancient Desolate Sect; in the Nine Domains, none are unaware of its power.

Now, it was directly severed by a Martial Artist at the fourth level of the Divine Power Realm, who could have imagined this in their hearts?

"Since ten thousand years ago, the Ancient Desolate Sect has been unbelievably arrogant. To think that after ten thousand years, not only have they not changed their arrogance, but their disciples have also been inferior to the last."

Chu Fengmian looked at the three Ancient Desolate Sect disciples and coldly shouted.

"You three have some fortuitous encounters, killing you would be enough to compensate for my losses! Come here!"

These three Ancient Desolate Sect disciples, who had condensed the Ancient Desolate Pathway with nearly all their strength, had no power left to fight back after it was shattered.

In the hands of Chu Fengmian, they were immediately seized, their faces turning beet red.

"You can’t kill us, we are disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sect..."

"Too much nonsense! Since I’ve killed two, I won’t spare you three either!"

Chu Fengmian coldly shouted, suddenly exerting force in his hand; the three Ancient Desolate Sect disciples seemed to burst and flatten under this power.

"Stop, these three cannot be killed!"

A voice unexpectedly resounded, as a figure violently sprung out from the side.

The figure, long and filled with hatred, was none other than Luo Changhen.

Luo Changhen stretched his hand violently toward Chu Fengmian, seemingly wanting to save the three from the Ancient Desolate Sect from Chu Fengmian’s grasp.

"Hmph!"

Chu Fengmian glanced at Luo Changhen with disdain, and the force in his hand suddenly increased. After a miserable cry, the three Ancient Desolate Sect disciples shattered in Chu Fengmian’s hands.

All their fortunes, vital energy, and spatial rings were swept up by a wave of Chu Fengmian’s hand and collected.

"Damn it!"

Luo Changhen, face turning red with anger, watched Chu Fengmian. He had spoken, yet Chu Fengmian did not heed him at all and killed the three from the Ancient Desolate Sect on the spot.

Luo Changhen, pointing at Chu Fengmian, loudly exclaimed.

"Young man, do you realize the grave mistake you’ve made? You’ve courted great trouble! These three were people of the Ancient Desolate Sect, by killing them now, not only will you bring trouble upon yourself, but you will also bring trouble to the Academy, do you understand?"

Chu Fengmian glanced at Luo Changhen and spoke calmly.

"Trouble? If there’s trouble, Chu Fengmian will handle it himself—there’s no need for your concern."

"Handle it yourself?"

Luo Changhen’s face showed a touch of displeasure as he spoke.

"These are all disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sect, representing the seven major sects. You’ve pointlessly drawn such a formidable enemy upon the academy, which is already a grave sin! And now, you still show no signs of remorse."

The tone of Luo Changhen’s words was much like that of a superior reprimanding a subordinate, causing Chu Fengmian’s brow to furrow slightly, his voice growing colder by the moment.

"Luo Changhen, how Chu Fengmian conducts his business is none of your concern!"

Chu Fengmian huffed disdainfully.

He, Chu Fengmian, decided who to kill, and no one had any right to question it; the very idea that Luo Changhen thought he could use Beimang Academy to pressure Chu Fengmian was laughable.

Not to mention, no one could control Chu Fengmian; the disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sect were meant to die.

Chu Fengmian killed them with a clear conscience.

"No need for me to intervene? Very well! A mere newcomer from Beimang Academy dares to be so arrogant. Just wait until we return to the academy—I’ll make sure to report your crimes to the Punishment Hall to see if you really are above the law!"

With a cold huff, Luo Changhen turned around and strode away, sweeping his sleeve as he left.

"Leaving?"

With one cold huff, Chu Fengmian abruptly waved his hand, cutting off Luo Changhen’s way.

"Who gave you permission to leave?"

This Luo Changhen had berated Chu Fengmian then thought he could just walk away, even planning to bring the day’s events before the Punishment Hall. Chu Fengmian would not allow him to leave so easily.

The Punishment Hall was one of the most important and vast departments within Beimang Academy.

Those who entered the Punishment Hall, even if not guilty, still ended up losing a layer of skin.

Luo Changhen had previously used the Long Hatred Blade to sneak attack Chu Fengmian, which Chu Fengmian had not forgotten. Now he thought he could just leave without consequence—such a good deal did not exist.

Seeing Chu Fengmian block his path, Luo Changhen’s expression changed slightly as he yelled angrily.

"Chu Fengmian, what more do you want? I am a chosen disciple of Beimang Academy! Do you dare to offend me?"

"What do I want to do? Luo Changhen, do you think I wouldn’t know you attempted a sneak attack on me and now want to flee?"

Chu Fengmian looked at Luo Changhen and laughed out loud.

"Luo Changhen, you probably don’t know my methods. Anyone who dares to sneak attack me must die—you are no exception!"

"A chosen disciple of Beimang Academy? I dare kill people from the Seven Great Sects, what does your status count for? Die!"

Chu Fengmian concentrated Spiritual Power and transformed it into the War Dragon’s Claw, which descended from the sky and struck forcefully.

"Damn it! Kid, you really are lawless, and now you dare to harm a fellow sect member! You’re truly a demon incarnate!"

Upon seeing Chu Fengmian’s War Dragon’s Claw descend, Luo Changhen’s face changed drastically, his Spiritual Power erupting without restraint.

He had witnessed Chu Fengmian’s might before; if he held back now, he feared he would never have the chance to act again.

"Long Hatred Blade!"

Endless hatred condensed into the Long Hatred Blade in Luo Changhen’s palm, and with a fierce slash, it flew toward the sky.

He foolishly thought that the power of the Long Hatred Blade would withstand the War Dragon’s Claw.

"Ridiculous!"

Chu Fengmian simply uttered two indifferent words as the War Dragon’s Claw mercilessly descended, instantly shattering the power of the Long Hatred Blade as if it were nothing in its path.