Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 642 - 643: Sword Snatching Humiliation

Chapter 642: Chapter 643: Sword Snatching Humiliation

Sikong Hong’s face, already devoid of its previous confidence and teasing, had become extremely grave.

His swordsmanship had never been deciphered by anyone of the same level.

After all, the Sikong family was a martial arts household, and his innate understanding of swordsmanship was naturally superior to other martial artists. The thought that his sword technique could be broken was something he had never even dreamed of.

"So impressive, to turn a finger into a sword, such swordsmanship is truly too mystical. Where on earth did this person learn such exquisite swordsmanship?"

Elder Bing Li was also taken aback.

Although she was not a Sword Cultivator, she recognized many Grandmasters of the Sword Dao, but even those Grandmasters, and even those ancient beings who had stepped onto the Life and Death Platform, might not possess such swordsmanship.

To dissolve Sikong Hong’s swordsmanship by turning a finger into a sword, the profundity of Chu Fengmian’s sword technique far surpassed what Sikong Hong was capable of.

Sikong Hong’s swordsmanship was already notable among the Northern Regions’ List of Definitive Arts, a standout among the younger generation, yet here it was effortlessly surpassed by someone.

Han Yueli spoke up from the side, explaining.

"Master, he once received the legacy from the Sanctuary of Sages, the inheritance of the Saint of Beimang."

"The inheritance of the Saint of Beimang!"

Han Yueli’s words once again shocked Elder Bing Li.

The Saint of Beimang was the founder of Beimang Academy, and he was indeed rumored to be an extremely powerful Sword Cultivator.

"No wonder."

Having received the inheritance of the Saint of Beimang explained why Chu Fengmian possessed such powerful swordsmanship.

"Good, very good."

Sikong Hong looked at Chu Fengmian, his face becoming much more serious as he spoke coldly.

"A Divine Power realm martial artist can actually break my swordsmanship, you have the qualifications to be taken seriously by me! It would be an honor for you to be defeated by my full strength!"

"Sword Breaks the Void!"

Sikong Hong’s sword moved once again.

A sword Qi a kilometer long congealed almost instantly, striking towards Chu Fengmian.

This time, there were no fancy techniques, only a domination of formidable power.

Sikong Hong was a prodigy in his own right, and after just crossing swords with Chu Fengmian, he understood that Chu Fengmian’s swordsmanship was even superior to his.

He wouldn’t gain any advantage by contesting swordsmanship with Chu Fengmian.

Though Chu Fengmian’s swordsmanship was profound, its power ultimately was at the Divine Power realm. If swordsmanship was ineffective, then they would compete in strength.

As a Life and Death realm powerhouse, he refused to believe he couldn’t overpower Chu Fengmian in terms of strength.

Such a pure power strike—even if Chu Fengmian’s sword technique was exquisite, it would be meaningless; he could only meet force with force.

"A contest of strength? You think that in a test of strength, you are my match?"

Chu Fengmian sneered as he saw Sikong Hong’s move.

With a thought, the War Dragon’s Claw suddenly condensed from the sky above and ferociously descended.

Sikong Hong had just unleashed a sword technique, and when he glanced up, he witnessed an incredibly unbelievable scene.

His swordsmanship collided with the War Dragon’s Claw descending from the sky, and in a moment, the War Dragon’s Claw trembled, and Sikong Hong’s sword technique was directly shattered.

A kilometer of Sword Qi forcefully obliterated.

The backlash forced Sikong Hong to flush with a surge of blood to his face, spewing out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

"What kind of power is this! To think I would be defeated in a contest of strength,"

Sikong Hong roared furiously in his mind.

In the contest of swordsmanship, he had already been defeated by Chu Fengmian’s hand, and now in this contest of strength, he was defeated yet again.

He was a genius who had overcome the Life and Death calamity, at the realm of Life and Death, yet facing Chu Fengmian, a Martial Artist at the realm of Divine Power, he suffered such a miserable defeat—a scenario he wouldn’t have ever dreamed of.

And yet, it wasn’t over.

After breaking through Sikong Hong’s swordsmanship with a single move, Chu Fengmian suddenly accelerated.

His figure, unbelievably fast, reached Sikong Hong’s side before he could even react.

"This sword can only gather dust in your hands. Let me take it!"

Chu Fengmian’s hand shot out and grasped towards the Sikong Daluo Sword.

Sikong Hong’s face turned pale with shock, not expecting Chu Fengmian’s speed to be so fast.

He stepped back hastily, retreating.

But Chu Fengmian was faster, his hand already reaching straight for Sikong Hong, who let out a scream.

The Sikong Daluo Sword was snatched away by Chu Fengmian, now in Chu Fengmian’s possession.

"Kneel."

Chu Fengmian’s hand lifted and fell slowly.

Contained within was an immensely overpowering force, pressing directly onto Sikong Hong’s body.

Chu Fengmian’s power was so great that Sikong Hong, even at full strength, was no match for him, let alone now when his sword had already been taken by Chu Fengmian.

For a Sword Cultivator, the most important thing in their life is their sword. For Sikong Hong to have his sword taken away by Chu Fengmian was the utmost humiliation.

"Ah!"

With a scream,

Sikong Hong’s body slammed down from the sky, knees buckling as he knelt on the ground.

Sikong Hong’s face turned ghostly pale—defeated and brought to his knees in such manner was boundless shame that nearly made him faint from anger.

There was silence all around.

No one spoke a word, just staring dumbfounded at the scene, at Sikong Hong, now defeated and kneeling on the ground by Chu Fengmian.

"Boy, go to hell!"

A roar suddenly echoed.

The Sikong family patriarch, Sikong Jingsheng, watching Sikong Hong being humiliatingly defeated and brought to his knees by Chu Fengmian, was raging to the extreme.

Never had someone from their Sikong family suffered such humiliation.

Sikong Jingsheng lashed out with a palm, sending a blow filled with endless killing intent towards Chu Fengmian, seemingly determined to obliterate him with one strike.

"Brother Sikong, please calm down!"

Bing Li, the elder, also suddenly came to his senses and waved his hand, attempting to stop Sikong Jingsheng.

"Elder Bing Li, this brat has gone too far! Forcing a member of our Sikong family to kneel is an insult to our family!"

Sikong Jingsheng looked coldly at Elder Bing Li as he shouted angrily.

"Today, you at Beimang Academy must hand over this matter to our Sikong family to handle. Our Sikong family must seek justice for this indiscretion!"

"Brother Sikong, after all, this is a conflict between the younger generation; it’s inappropriate for an elder like you to get involved. How about this? I’ll have Chu Fengmian release Sikong Hong, and we’ll consider the matter concluded for today. How does that sound?"