Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 677 - 678: Another Victory

Chapter 677: Chapter 678: Another Victory

"You think you are the only one with a trump card? Even the True Demon reincarnated wouldn’t dare to confront the majesty of the Ancient Dragon Emperor!"

Chu Fengmian looked at Cold-faced Demon Lord and coldly shouted.

"Cold-faced Demon Lord, your concealment is indeed deep, and even your strength surpasses my imagination. However strong you are, you still can’t be my opponent. I will be the top contender in this Martial Arts Tournament, and no one can compete with me for it!"

"Be defeated!"

Chu Fengmian’s mind stirred.

The phantom of the Ancient Dragon Emperor suddenly soared into the sky, sweeping everything before it.

This phantom of the Ancient Dragon Emperor was not just one of many; it was supported by the strength of Chu Fengmian’s Black Profound Sword Formation. The power of this formation was completely integrated into the phantom.

The power that burst forth in an instant was nothing short of terrifying.

As the phantom of the Ancient Dragon Emperor erupted with Spiritual Power in the sky, countless Sword Lights flickered.

"Boom!"

The phantom of the True Demon was directly shattered, forcibly torn into countless pieces.

The strongest trump card of the Cold-faced Demon Lord was now forcibly torn apart right in front of Chu Fengmian.

"Impossible! How could I possibly be defeated? Defeated by a mere Divine Power youngster? Impossible! I have already transcended the life-and-death calamity; no one of the same realm is invincible compared to me! How could this be!"

The Cold-faced Demon Lord roared madly, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.

He had already transcended the life-and-death calamity and thought it would be easy to secure the top position in this Martial Arts Tournament.

Yet, unexpectedly, he was defeated by Chu Fengmian.

As a Disciple of the Earth Demon Sect, revered as the foremost among his generation, the Cold-faced Demon Lord’s pride was now brutally shattered in front of Chu Fengmian.

"Invincible? In front of Chu, no one is worthy of that title! Die!"

Chu Fengmian sneered.

The phantom of the Ancient Dragon Emperor, after shattering the True Demon phantom, did not stop.

It directly hurled itself toward the Cold-faced Demon Lord once more.

The talent of the Cold-faced Demon Lord was indeed terrifying to the extreme.

But the foundation of Chu Fengmian was much deeper than he imagined.

With the shattering of the True Demon phantom, the Cold-faced Demon Lord had almost lost all his trump cards.

A burst of demonic force erupted from the Cold-faced Demon Lord, forming a barrier in front of him to withstand the power of Chu Fengmian.

But how could his hasty power withstand a contest with Chu Fengmian?

"Roar!"

A roar from the phantom of the Ancient Dragon Emperor instantly tore through the barrier in front of the Cold-faced Demon Lord, and his body was thrown away.

"Crash!"

The body of the Cold-faced Demon Lord was violently torn apart, and blood spurted out.

In the midst of this bloodshed, a beam of light burst forth, fleeing towards the outskirts of the arena, with the body of the Cold-faced Demon Lord heavily falling outside the platform.

In this critical moment, the Cold-faced Demon Lord didn’t hesitate to expend his vital blood to urgently activate a secret technique and escape from the platform.

Otherwise, in the next moment, he was going to be annihilated by Chu Fengmian.

"Well done."

Chu Fengmian watched as the Cold-faced Demon Lord fled, and he quietly muttered to himself.

Discarding the body, that was indeed a decisive move, otherwise, just a moment slower and the Cold-faced Demon Lord would have truly perished within the illusion of the Ancient Dragon Emperor.

In that strike just now, Chu Fengmian also indeed harbored a killing intent, recognizing the terrifying potential of the Cold-faced Demon Lord.

Now that the Cold-faced Demon Lord had not died, if he were to encounter some fortuitous adventures, he might become a problem for Chu Fengmian in the future.

However, even if he spared the life of the Cold-faced Demon Lord, Chu Fengmian didn’t care too much, as this battle had already shattered the Cold-faced Demon Lord’s dignity, leaving a Heart Demon in his mind.

It would not be easy for him to overcome this Heart Demon.

Moreover, Chu Fengmian was confident that as long as he could survive the great tribulation of life and death, the Cold-faced Demon Lord would be like a mere ant before him, whom he could crush at will, not even worthy of his attention.

"Cold-faced Demon Lord, you lost?"

Looking at the body of the Cold-faced Demon Lord flying out of the arena, many in the audience had yet to react.

The Cold-faced Demon Lord, who had already survived the great tribulation of life and death, was seen as almost invincible, yet he was defeated by Chu Fengmian.

Countless streaks of light burst forth from the crowd, all from the disciples of the Earth Demon Sect; they stood by the Cold-faced Demon Lord, examining his injuries, each gaze icy cold.

The Venomous Hand Demon Lord on the stands instantly descended and walked to the Cold-faced Demon Lord’s side.

"How ruthless, if it weren’t for the Cold-faced pushing a secret technique, just now he would have likely fallen on the arena."

The complexion of the Venomous Hand Demon Lord turned cold as he raised his head, looking at Chu Fengmian on the arena and spoke coldly.

"Today’s event, we of the Earth Demon Sect have taken note, today we were outmatched, but next time, you won’t be so lucky!"

The Venomous Hand Demon Lord gave Chu Fengmian a glance, slowly spoke.

The murderous intent in his words was unmistakable.

"Let’s go!"

The Cold-faced Demon Lord commanded, and in an instant, he along with a group of Earth Demon Sect disciples departed.

Since the Cold-faced Demon Lord hadn’t died, they had no interest in continuing the confrontation with Chu Fengmian, especially since the Cold-faced Demon Lord had already secured a top ten ranking in this martial contest.

There would be another chance to fight when the time of the Ruins Heaven came.

"If the Cold-faced Demon Lord has been defeated, who else can stop this man?"

"Beimang Academy has actually produced such a figure."

"With this kind of strength, it is truly possible for this person to win the championship."

"With the realm of Divine Power, enough to cross realms and defeat the Cold-faced Demon Lord, this is no longer mere talent, one wonders where such a monstrous being came from."

Sounds of discussion continuously arose.

Below, countless martial artists displayed various expressions; some shocked, some envious, some resentful.

And of course, there was one exceedingly cold gaze, belonging to Night Lord Jun.

Originally, Night Lord Jun thought that Chu Fengmian, facing the Cold-faced Demon Lord, was already a dead man.

Especially when the Cold-faced Demon Lord truly showed his full strength, Night Lord Jun felt even more that Chu Fengmian’s defeat was inevitable.

But now, the one defeated was the Cold-faced Demon Lord.

"Saint Lord, what should we do?"

Several disciples of the Holy Faction by Night Lord Jun’s side, all showed changed expressions.

"The more arrogant he is, the more it will establish my supreme authority when I defeat him at the end!"

Night Lord Jun coldly replied.

"This man must die!"