Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 534 - 535: Another One Comes Seeking Death (4th Update)

Chapter 534: Chapter 535: Another One Comes Seeking Death (4th Update)

Even Wang Zhi of the Ancient Desolate Sect couldn’t withstand Chu Fengmian’s War Dragon’s Claw.

How could Luo Changhen, whose strength was even inferior to Wang Zhi’s, possibly resist?

Within an instant, the Long Hatred Blade that Luo Changhen had condensed with his Path of Long Hatred was raised to defend against the War Dragon’s Claw.

It was like a mayfly shaking a tree, destroyed immediately upon contact.

"Damn it! How can this kid’s power be so terrifying!"

Luo Changhen’s face was covered in a panicked sweat, he took a small test and instantly realized it.

The power of Chu Fengmian’s War Dragon’s Claw was an immovable force, strong to the extreme.

Even if he exhausted all means, he couldn’t contend with Chu Fengmian.

For the first time, regret began to bloom in Luo Changhen’s heart - regretting why he was jealous of Chu Fengmian, why he had sneaked an attack on him.

Now, his sneak attack had backfired, and instead, he had brought trouble upon himself.

"Act quickly! Strike down this kid; he has become a demon, slaughtering his fellow disciples. If we don’t kill him today, we will all die here!"

Luo Changhen suddenly let out a long howl.

With his words, the countless martial artists present all had a flicker in their eyes.

The martial talent Chu Fengmian had displayed was indeed too horrifying; with such talent, Chu Fengmian would one day stand above them all.

Possessing such formidable strength at the Fourth Layer of the Divine Power Realm, he had beaten Luo Changhen, a seed disciple of Beimang Academy, without even allowing him to fight back.

The adventures that Chu Fengmian must have had were unimaginable to them, but the mere Dragon Clan martial arts he possessed were an incredible adventure in themselves.

The War Demon Venerable, standing at the side, was the first to rush forward.

He was close friends with the Saint Heir of Guigu, and now that the Saint Heir had perished at the hands of Chu Fengmian, he was the first to strike and kill Chu Fengmian in vengeance.

At the same time, Chu Fengmian’s talent indeed instilled fear in him; if they allowed Chu Fengmian to grow unchecked, the consequences would be unthinkable.

"Right, such a demon must be eliminated by everyone! Brother Luo, I am here to aid you!"

The War Demon Venerable looked around at the people and shouted loudly.

"All disciples of the Di Demon Sect, attack and slay him!"

"Yes!"

From the crowd, suddenly, another dozen or so martial artists emerged, all disciples of the Di Demon Sect.

In their eyes, each one of them was filled with greed.

Killing Chu Fengmian would allow any one of them to ascend to the heavens.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Countless Di Demon Sect disciples launched their attacks at once, and instantly the secret chamber was filled with an overwhelming demonic aura.

This myriad of demonic auras swirled around the War Demon Venerable, who, in a sudden transformation, became a colossal demonic avatar.

This demonic avatar, with three heads and six arms, wielded weapons of various kinds in its six hands, each weapon condensed from demonic aura.

But the edge of these weapons was no less sharp than many of the Earth-level Spiritual Artifacts.

"The Ancient Slaughter God’s avatar! This is the shadow of the Ancient Slaughter God! Your Martial Arts has reached the level to summon the Ancient Slaughter God’s avatar!"

Luo Changhen glanced at the War Demon Venerable and spoke with a touch of shock.

"Good, with Brother War Demon’s assistance, this kid is surely dead today."

"Boy, prepare to die! Endless Long Hatred, boundless resentment!"

Beside Luo Changhen, endless hatred was so palpable it felt as if one could get lost in it.

Luo Changhen’s eyes were bloodshot, his Path of Long Hatred usually utterly lucid.

But his strongest technique of the Path of Long Hatred involved shrouding himself in hatred, allowing Luo Changhen to unleash power of extreme terror.

Now, in Luo Changhen’s heart, Chu Fengmian was an enemy who had to be eradicated, the enemy who killed his father, stole his wife; none of the multitudes of hatred could compare to the hatred he held in his heart now.

In Luo Changhen’s mind, not even slaying Chu Fengmian a thousand times, ten thousand times, could wash away his hatred.

"I will make you die! Heaven despises! Hatred Strike of Heaven!"

The Long Hatred Blade coalesced once more from Luo Changhen’s hand, this instance far more terrifying by countless magnitudes than before.

This was truly Luo Changhen’s Path of Long Hatred.

The flash of the blade seemed like it could even cleave the heavens.

The War Demon Venerable, transformed into the Hundred Battle Demon God, had fully taken shape, its terrifying power and six arms bombing Chu Fengmian relentlessly.

Such a bombardment of forces was nearly indistinguishable in might from the power of the primordial from the Ancient Desolate Path.

Yet Chu Fengmian’s expression, faced with such frightening power, remained as calm as ever, completely unafraid.

"Nothing but a few more ants rushing to their deaths, I, Chu, never intended to spare the disciples of the Ground Demon Gate!"

Chu Fengmian roared.

"Slaughter Path! Ancient Slaughter God!"

Behind Chu Fengmian, the Ancient Slaughter God abruptly materialized, an endless surge of blood qi wrapping around his Sword Edge.

This swelling blood qi spanned ten thousand feet in length and breadth, even threatening to completely fill the chamber.

"Boom!"

As the Sword Edge in Chu Fengmian’s hand descended, ten thousand feet of blood qi transformed into ten thousand feet of blood scars, crashing down immediately.

All these forces, countless martial skills, shattered instantly before the blood scars, swallowed whole.

All this power meant nothing before Chu Fengmian.

"Luo Changhen, I’ll kill you first! Then I’ll deal with these little demons!"

Chu Fengmian coldly shouted, his greatest enemy present was Luo Changhen.

Spiritual Power surged in Chu Fengmian’s palm, and the space surrounding Luo Changhen was directly crushed, seizing him in hand.

The Path of Long Hatred around Luo Changhen shattered under that grip.

Luo Changhen was now held tightly in Chu Fengmian’s grasp, facing a life-and-death crisis, jolting Luo Changhen back to clarity.

"Cang Lanba! The Rotting Brother! Will neither of you make a move? If you don’t act now, this man will truly become unstoppable!"

Luo Changhen shouted loudly.

No one could stand against Chu Fengmian alone.

Together with the War Demon Venerable and a dozen or so disciples of the Ground Demon Gate, they were no match for Chu Fengmian.

Now his only option was to gather others to confront Chu Fengmian jointly.

Cang Lanba and The Rotting Brother’s expressions were extremely solemn; Chu Fengmian’s power far exceeded their imagination.

Upon seeing Luo Changhen fall into Chu Fengmian’s hands, a figure suddenly moved.

That figure was The Rotting Brother.

From The Rotting Brother’s body, waves of grey mist burst forth.

Within that grey mist, everything seemed to rot.

"Another one courting death."