Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 667 - 668: Han Yueli and Yan Bi

Chapter 667: Chapter 668: Han Yueli and Yan Bi

In just two moves, Wu Ying was defeated, and his defeat was so miserable that had Chu Fengmian exerted his full strength from the beginning,

Wu Ying indeed wouldn’t have been able to withstand even a single move from Chu Fengmian.

Chu Fengmian’s words were not an exaggeration.

A character from the top ten of the Northern Region’s Hundred Absolute Rankings had actually died at the hands of Chu Fengmian within a single move.

A one-move kill?

Wu Ying was considered a genius who almost qualified to challenge for the top ten in this martial arts tournament.

An invincible figure within his realm.

But now, he had been defeated just like that by Chu Fengmian.

To achieve such strength, Chu Fengmian would have to at least enter the top five of the Northern Region’s Hundred Absolute Rankings.

"Is this person really still a Divine Power realm martial artist?"

Looking at the power Chu Fengmian had displayed, the countless martial artists below were all showing dumbfounded expressions.

Initially, they all thought that Chu Fengmian had no chance of winning.

If Chu Fengmian could win, it would have been considered beyond everyone’s expectations, let alone a one-move kill.

Such strength was simply enough to compete with Zang Tian for the title of the strongest dark horse of this edition of the tournament.

"Damn it!"

Among the crowd below, surrounded by countless disciples of the Holy Faction like stars circling the moon, was Night King.

His face was so gloomy it was almost at its limit, and the hints of killing intent emanating from him made the countless disciples around him feel extremely fearful.

This rage was unprecedented for Night King; though Chu Fengmian had slain several disciples of the Holy Faction before, none had ever ignited such fury in him.

The disciples Chu Fengmian had killed before were considered dispensable within the Holy Faction, infuriating Night King but not to this extent.

But now, Wu Ying, who was among the strongest of the Holy Faction, was killed by Chu Fengmian in one move, without any mercy.

"I want this man! Dead!"

Night King growled ferociously.

"I want to kill him with my own hands!"

"The rest of you, if you encounter him, retreat on your own initiative!"

With Chu Fengmian able to kill Wu Ying in a single move, this kind of strength was no longer something the remaining disciples of the Holy Faction could deal with.

Only Night King himself must take action against Chu Fengmian.

Murderous intent filled Night King’s eyes.

He must kill Chu Fengmian during this martial arts conference!

The numerous martial artists below looked at Chu Fengmian with varying expressions.

This battle made it clear to everyone present that no one could dare to underestimate Chu Fengmian anymore.

The Cold-faced Demon Lord, Feng Wuxin, and even Zang Tian all cast their gazes over.

In the eyes of these three, there was only killing intent.

All the geniuses were unwilling to let someone stand above them; on this stage of the martial arts conference, everyone encountered was an enemy.

"This martial arts conference, it seems this man will also enter the top ten."

"One Zang Tian, one Chu Fengmian, this edition of the martial arts conference will actually see the rise of two dark horses."

"How interesting, Chu Fengmian and the Night Monarch have a deep-seated grudge against each other, and sooner or later, they are sure to clash—that’s when the real battle will occur!"

Countless Martial Artists below buzzed with discussion.

Having slain a disciple of the Holy Faction, the Night Monarch was sure not to let the matter rest at ease, let alone the rumors that Chu Fengmian and the Night Monarch already bore enmity toward one another.

Their duel essentially represented who truly was the number one figure of Beimang Academy.

Countless Martial Artists were looking forward to this battle.

The platform fights continued.

After stepping down, Chu Fengmian made way for the next match, which saw the ascent of Han Yueli.

Han Yueli’s opponent was one of the Core Disciples of Beimang Academy—the same woman who had previously stepped up to challenge, Yan Bi.

With scarcely a word, the fight began.

The moment Han Yueli made her move, she held nothing back, unleashing endless chills as streams of Sword Edge surged forth to strike down upon Yan Bi.

Yan Bi was one of the strongest amongst the numerous Core Disciples of the Beimang Holy Land; her strength had reached the fourth level of the Life and Death Stage, ranking her eighth on the Northern Domain’s Hundred Absolute List.

That was even one place ahead of Wu Ying, whom Chu Fengmian had killed earlier.

Faced with Han Yueli’s countless Sword Edges, Yan Bi produced a bronze cauldron from her hands, spurring it into action repeatedly, as the swarms of Sword Edges struck the cauldron, leaving it completely unscathed.

It could withstand Han Yueli’s Sword Edges.

This bronze cauldron was a Heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifact.

"This Han Yueli is a newly-emerged prodigy of Beimang Academy, someone who has survived the Thousand Thunder Emperor Tribulation, but this Yan Bi is no less formidable. She, who once received the legacy of Cang Sheng the Real One from the various holy halls of Beimang Academy, wields the Cang Sheng Cauldron. Although Han Yueli is mighty, it’s not necessarily enough to break this Cang Sheng Cauldron."

A Martial Artist standing not far from Chu Fengmian watched the battle on the platform and murmured to himself.

The Cang Sheng Cauldron?

Chu Fengmian glanced across the arena.

The power contained within the bronze cauldron in Yan Bi’s hands was truly potent, seemingly echoing all of Heaven and Earth’s living beings.

This force was similar to the Emperor’s Vessel within Chu Fengmian’s hand.

But the Emperor’s Vessel was a Spiritual Artifact refined by an Emperor during the Ancient Times, passing down the Way of Humanity, potent enough to transform into an utmost Dao Immortal Weapon, far surpassing the Cang Sheng Cauldron.

Yet breaking the Cang Sheng Cauldron was by no means a simple feat.

"Those ranked within the top ten of the Northern Domain’s Hundred Absolute List truly are not ordinary in any sense," Chu Fengmian thought to himself.

Although Wu Ying had been blown away by Chu Fengmian’s punch, it was because his Martial Arts oppression held little significance for Chu Fengmian.

Chu Fengmian, with his Dragon Blood lineage, was immune to this Martial Arts oppression, enabling him to defeat Wu Ying in a single move.

But purely in terms of Martial Arts, Wu Ying was undoubtedly more potent than any Martial Artist Chu Fengmian had ever encountered, even surpassing the prodigies from Martial Arts noble families by a step.

Yan Bi was no different; possessing a Heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifact, indeed breaking through her defenses was no easy task.

However, relying solely on such a Spiritual Artifact to contend with Han Yueli was an impossibility.

"Hisss!"

Just as Chu Fengmian thought this, a Sword Light suddenly burst forth on the platform.

For one instant, Han Yueli’s Sword Light became tenfold stronger.

This Sword Light, a thousand meters long and immensely vast, swept across the entire platform.

Yan Bi spurred the Cang Sheng Cauldron to defend against it, and upon collision with the Sword Light, a series of shattering sounds erupted.

Every restriction on the Cang Sheng Cauldron shattered, sending Yan Bi flying out in an instant and landing outside the arena.