Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 660 - 661: Dark Horse

Chapter 660: Chapter 661: Dark Horse

"Interesting, I wonder where this kid came from; he actually possesses such strength, even Gu Aohan had to enlist the help of eight Beimang Academy disciples, and still, they all were slain like this."

Below, in the territory of the Heavenly Burial Sect, a Martial Artist had just slain everyone on stage and had directly descended, looking at Chu Fengmian with a thoughtful expression.

This Martial Artist was none other than the first-ranking member of the Heavenly Burial Sect, the Cold-faced Demon Lord.

"This person’s aura seems somewhat familiar as if I had seen him in the Ancient Dragon Emperor’s cave."

At the side of the Cold-faced Demon Lord, another Martial Artist, upon hearing his words, followed his gaze.

"It’s actually him?"

The gaze of this Martial Artist shifted slightly as he looked at Chu Fengmian, revealing a trace of hatred.

"This kid killed our people from the Heavenly Burial Sect and still dares to swagger into this Martial Arts Tournament?"

"Oh?"

The Cold-faced Demon Lord coldly spoke.

"What happened, Gui Yan?"

"Master, this person is the one who killed countless disciples of our Heavenly Burial Sect in the Ancient Dragon Emperor’s cave, including Young Master Bai Gu and Gui Valley Child; they all died by his hands," said Gui Yan, the disciple of the Heavenly Burial Sect.

"However, back then, this person’s strength wasn’t even sufficient to make it onto the Northern Region’s Top Hundred List. Yet, in the Ancient Dragon Emperor’s cave, he encountered a great fortune and his strength soared to the skies, even the Immortal Demon Lord and several other elders died by his hands."

"Obtained a great fortune in the Ancient Dragon Emperor’s cave? This power of his must surely be connected with the Ancient Dragon Emperor’s cave," said the Cold-faced Demon Lord, nodding his head as he seemed to understand where exactly Chu Fengmian’s power came from.

"Among the six great caves opened in the Void Sea, it was the power of the Ancient Dragon Emperor that was the strongest. If this kid obtained the Ancient Dragon Emperor’s legacy, it will indeed be troublesome. It’s said that the dragon clan’s treasure, the Ancestor Dragon Supreme Sword, was also in the Ancient Dragon Emperor’s cave. It seems it has fallen into this young man’s hands."

The Cold-faced Demon Lord’s eyes shifted, and he icily continued.

"Inform all disciples of the Heavenly Burial Sect, if they encounter him, kill without mercy. The Ancestor Dragon Supreme Sword, the Ancient Dragon Emperor’s treasures, we must obtain them!"

"Yes!"

Gui Yan echoed, his figure moving as he left.

About an hour later, most of the contests on the platforms had concluded, determining winners and losers.

This ten-person free-for-all was just the first round; it was naturally easy to determine winners and losers.

The only platform that hadn’t determined a victor was platform number twenty-eight, where Yuan Ji and Yuan Hai were competing.

Both of their skills were equally matched, and now, on the platform, it was their duel.

Yuan Ji and Yuan Hai, both using sabers and extremely close in their understanding of saber techniques, the platform was filled with countless saber lights and sword shadows, rendering it impossible to see clearly.

"Boom!"

On the platform.

Yuan Ji’s saber light suddenly burst forth, unleashing an incomparable power in an instant.

This explosion of power, evidently beyond Yuan Hai’s own, immediately ruptured through Yuan Hai’s saber, leaving a trail of blood across his chest.

Thus, the final contest on this platform was also decided.

Yuan Ji’s strength was indeed a notch above the rest, but Chu Fengmian could tell.

Yuan Ji’s strength should have been significantly stronger than Yuan Hai’s, but he had hidden it until this critical juncture, when he had no choice but to unleash his full power.

"This year’s Martial Arts Tournament has indeed seen quite a few dark horses."

Chu Fengmian surveyed everyone and muttered to himself in a low voice.

It seemed that this northern region could also be considered a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers lay. Currently, there were at least four or five individuals who were not on the Beimang Top Hundred List but had successfully emerged victorious.

One of them was a disciple from the secretive Heavenly Burial Sect, Zang Tian, who had even defeated the disciple ranked twelfth on the Beimang Top Hundred List, attracting countless eyes.

Of course, Chu Fengmian was also considered one of the dark horses of this tournament, gaining a lot of attention.

As for Han Yueli, it was not much of a surprise to people. The fact that Han Yueli had survived the Thousand Thunder Emperor Tribulation was well known throughout the northern region, and the strength she displayed was quite normal.

"Chu Fengmian’s strength has actually improved yet another level. Is he really hiding his strength, or has he improved so rapidly?"

At Beimang Academy, seeing Gu Aohan die at the hands of Chu Fengmian, the faces of that group of core disciples turned exceedingly grim.

Especially Yan Bi, whose expression darkened to the extreme, as if she might explode at any moment.

"No matter what talent or fortune he has gained, this lad is doomed! If you encounter him, kill him at all costs. As long as he is killed, I will take responsibility for all your losses, and whoever kills him, I will personally gift them a Heavenly Spiritual Artifact!"

Yan Bi spoke coldly.

Her words immediately stirred up those core disciples.

Killing Chu Fengmian would earn one a Heavenly Spiritual Artifact.

In Beimang Academy, Heavenly Spiritual Artifacts were extremely rare, accessible only to the outstanding ones among the core disciples.

A Heavenly Spiritual Artifact held immense allure for numerous peak Martial Artists at the life-and-death realm, let alone for these core disciples.

"Kill! We must kill him!"

"Heavenly Spiritual Artifact! Kill him and vent some anger for Sister Yan Bi!"

"Once I encounter him, I will definitely slay him!"

One after the other, the core disciples of Beimang Academy spoke up.

Even some disciples who had no particular grudges with Chu Fengmian were filled with murderous intent, as if they were avenging deep-seated hatreds.

With such wealth tempting them, these Martial Artists could do anything. Even if it meant killing their closest friends, they would not hesitate.

Hostile gazes filled with murderous intent focused on Chu Fengmian.

Chu Fengmian, however, remained unconcerned. With his personality, he had never feared anything.

He who kills must be prepared to be killed. If anyone dared to come for Chu Fengmian, he was ready to retaliate and kill his attacker.

"Saint Lord, this person’s strength is becoming stronger and stronger."

Another group of people was speaking, this group being the disciples of the Saint Faction.

In this Martial Arts Conference, the Saint Faction had a total of twenty disciples who had survived the melee.

Among all the participants in the Martial Arts Tournament, one-fifth were disciples from the Saint Faction, showcasing just how strong the faction was.

In Beimang Academy, the Saint Faction overshadowed everything. In the vast northern region of Nuo Da, they were a colossal force, surpassing numerous Martial Arts families.

"Hmph, a newcomer, yet he has grown to this extent. He has discovered the Ancient Dragon Emperor’s ancient abode and even gained the inheritance of the Beimang Saint Lord. His strength has surged, and now he acts so arrogantly."