Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 646 - 647: Beast Horde

Chapter 646: Chapter 647: Beast Horde

Elder Bing Li had suddenly left, presumably on orders from the higher-ups at Beimang Academy.

Chu Fengmian’s display of power, defeating the old patriarch Sikong Jingsheng of the Sikong family, was likely already known to the academy’s leaders.

That’s why they had urgently summoned Elder Bing Li.

However, knowing this did not worry Chu Fengmian; his current power was already enough to protect himself.

Once Chu Fengmian had survived the great calamity of life and death, his power would even reach a level where he could transcend life and death itself. By then, even if the higher-ups of Beimang Academy came after him, Chu Fengmian would be able to handle them with ease.

"Let’s go, we’re heading to Martial King City," Chu Fengmian said, glancing at Han Yueli next to him.

Seven days later, the Martial Arts Tournament would begin. Although Chu Fengmian had just been through a series of battles,

his Divine Veins made the depletion of his Spiritual Power meaningless.

Without needing any time to recover, he had already returned to perfect condition.

"Let’s go," Han Yueli nodded in agreement.

In an instant, their forms turned into a streak of light and left.

The journey to Martial King City was long; heading there earlier would save them from rushing later.

The Tournament of the Ruins would only open once every three years. Chu Fengmian didn’t want to miss this chance; missing it meant waiting another three years.

Chu Fengmian certainly didn’t have three years to waste.

The two streaks of light left the sacred domain of Beimang and turned into a beam that entered into the void.

Although the sacred domain of Beimang was currently quite concealed, with his identity token, Chu Fengmian knew all the various paths around, easily finding his way through the chaotic void.

In no time, he had returned to the Northern Region.

Martial King City was situated at the very northern edge of the Northern Region.

Martial King City belonged to no single power, but was instead maintained by the collective effort of countless sects and clans in the Northern Region, among which Beimang Academy also had some authority.

Of course, factions like the Earth Demon Gate still held a corner of power in Martial King City.

Families such as the Sikong, Canglan, and Feng, along with other second-tier powers and sects, all shared a part of the power in running Martial King City.

Due to this particular nature, Martial King City had become the place where the Tournament of the Ruins slots were contested every three years, and as such, had further developed the Great Martial Tournament.

Every three years, the Grand Martial Tournament served as the moment for the young generation of the Northern Region to rank and reshuffle, with many extraordinary prodigies emerging every year.

This was no longer just about competing for placements in the Tournament of the Ruins but also symbolized the glory of Martial Artists. Every prodigy from the Northern Region was a favored child of heaven, and everyone aimed to be first and surpass all others.

This was why the Grand Martial Tournament attracted so many powerful contenders.

"In this Grand Martial Tournament, all disciples you encounter can be random, so even if you come across a fellow disciple from Beimang Academy, you cannot show mercy," Han Yueli explained from the side.

"The Grand Martial Tournament is just like the Life and Death Platform; battles within it are to the death. Getting knocked off the platform counts as a loss, and if you’re down, you can no longer attack and kill."

"But on the platform, any method is permissible. So, if you encounter anyone, you cannot afford to hold back."

"Understood."

Chu Fengmian nodded his head; he was well aware that casualties were almost inevitable at these martial arts tournaments, occurring every year, with each iteration.

Only a true life-or-death battle could determine a martial artist’s true strength, which was why each match at the martial arts tournament was a battle for survival, where one could annihilate their opponent.

On that platform, any hint of mercy would bring about one’s own downfall.

However, Chu Fengmian wasn’t concerned; his nature was such that he was never soft-hearted or merciful. To him, there was only one outcome for an enemy, and that was annihilation.

The martial arts tournament was said to be for the right to enter "Ruins of Heaven," but in reality, it was also a trial, a trial among the disciples from various major sects.

No matter how advanced a martial artist’s realm was, without enduring countless life-and-death battles, they would never become true powerhouses.

This martial arts tournament provided everyone an opportunity for the power of the Northern Domain to ascend through these brutal rites of passage.

With a cycle of every three years, now, those three years had come around again.

As Chu Fengmian was lost in thought, a vast mountain range suddenly appeared ahead. This mountain was filled with giant trees, and even at a glance, Chu Fengmian felt overwhelming demonic power emanating from it.

"This is the Desolate Corpse Mountain Range."

Observing the terrain around him, Chu Fengmian spoke.

The Desolate Corpse Mountain Range had once been a battlefield in the Northern Domain, where countless strong warriors had fallen. Numerous mystical creatures had devoured the bloodlines of these warriors, breeding and inhabiting there until it had transformed into a gathering ground for these creatures.

Among them, Chu Fengmian could sense the presence of many powerful demonic gods, some as powerful as to be nearly transcendent of life and death, evidently the ancient ancestors amongst the demonic gods.

"This Desolate Corpse Mountain Range is full of dangers and yet contains few treasures, a truly barren place. There’s no point in entering it, we should find a way around,"

Han Yueli spoke.

Aside from the endless hordes of beasts, the Desolate Corpse Mountain Range held nothing else.

To enter was to invite unnecessary trouble.

"It seems a bit late now to think about going around,"

Chu Fengmian muttered to himself as he looked ahead.

Following Chu Fengmian’s gaze, Han Yueli looked forward, only to see a black mass suddenly appearing.

Like dark clouds, it was flying straight towards them.

But this was no cloud – in its midst, terrifying demonic power lurked.

"Beast horde!"

Upon seeing this black mass flying in like dark clouds, Han Yueli’s face slightly changed.

Encountering a beast horde was one of the most troublesome situations in the Northern Domain.

A typical horde was made up of at least thousands, if not tens of thousands, of mystical creatures. A large horde could contain up to hundreds of thousands of them.

Such numbers could even cause a warrior who had transcended life and death to perish amongst them.

This beast horde, comprising countless mystical creatures, spread across the sky like a dark cloud, numbering at least a hundred thousand.

"Black Iron Crows?"

Chu Fengmian expanded his Spiritual Sense and took a closer look, noticing these mystical creatures were pitch black, their feathers emitting a metallic sheen.

These Black Iron Crows were a kind of mystical creature at the Wind Riding level, often appearing in groups. They were not powerful among beasts, but they were extremely troublesome to martial artists.

This was because the feathers of the Black Iron Crows were as hard as refined steel, and while slaying one was simple for any Saint, the Black Iron Crows never appeared alone; they swarmed in tens or hundreds of thousands, darkening the skies, and they were difficult to kill.

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