Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 685 - 686: Eve of the Finals

Chapter 685: Chapter 686: Eve of the Finals

War Dragon’s Claw swept across the heavens and earth.

The spear was instantly crushed to dust.

However, upon witnessing the spear shatter, the face of the Poison Hand Demon Monarch showed no surprise; rather, a cold sneer appeared.

"You dare to directly resist my Poison Hand Demonic Technique; you must be tired of living!"

The Poison Hand Demon Monarch coldly shouted.

"Today, your dragon claw will stay right here! Corrode!"

As the spear broke apart, the Spiritual Power dissolved, turning into pools of deadly poison that directly corroded towards Chu Fengmian’s War Dragon’s Claw.

This deadly poison, so potent it even corroded the surrounding space with a sizzling noise, clung entirely to Chu Fengmian’s War Dragon’s Claw.

Chu Fengmian immediately felt the War Dragon’s Claw being corroded by the deadly poison.

He knew that this was the Poison Hand Demon Monarch’s strongest move; his deadly poison was capable of corroding everything, including celestial-grade Spiritual Artifacts.

"This is the Poison Hand Demonic Technique! The Poison Hand Demon Monarch’s strongest move!"

"Once the Poison Hand Demon Monarch makes a move, it is nearly impossible to resist; one can only retreat, for even a slight contact would result in a great disaster."

"How foolish of Chu Fengmian to think of resisting with his body, this will end badly."

"Should the hidden masters intervene now? Or should they really let Chu Fengmian die at the hands of the Poison Hand Demon Monarch?"

"It’s fine if Chu Fengmian dies, with one less genius in the Northern Domain, there will be more opportunities for others to rise!"

The Martial Artists, each with their own agenda, and some with grudges against Chu Fengmian, were all hoping to see the Poison Hand Demon Monarch eliminate Chu Fengmian right then and there.

Under the corrosion of the deadly poison, the War Dragon’s Claw hissed loudly.

"Poison Hand Demonic Technique? It’s nothing impressive, just a minor trick. Such a technique wouldn’t count as advanced in the Nine Demon City; to think it could be used against me is utterly ludicrous!"

Chu Fengmian snorted coldly.

His right hand moved, and on the War Dragon’s Claw, countess Spiritual Power condensed into the likeness of scales.

Each scale was like a node of a formation, composing an enormously vast array that stimulated the power of the Ancient Dragon King Body to its utmost.

Instantly, the deadly poison, when corroding the surface of the War Dragon’s Claw, was unable to make the slightest mark. Instead, it seemed to make the War Dragon’s Claw shine even brighter.

Though the poison was powerful, how could it possibly corrode the War Dragon’s Claw?

Chu Fengmian, who had cultivated the Ancient Dragon King Body and undergone the tempering of divine substances like Sky Crystals, had a body honed to the peak of resilience.

The deadly poison’s corrosion, far from damaging Chu Fengmian’s War Dragon’s Claw, served instead as a form of forging, making it even more resilient.

"Break!"

Chu Fengmian uttered a cold command, and the War Dragon’s Claw swung once more.

The deadly poison that stained it was shaken off in an instant, and to the onlookers’ amazement, the War Dragon’s Claw remained completely unharmed.

The deadly poison could do nothing to Chu Fengmian’s War Dragon’s Claw.

"Poison Hand Demonic Technique, is that all there is?"

Chu Fengmian uttered these eight indifferent words.

This Poison Hand Demon Monarch was indeed a renowned genius in the Northern Domain, yet such strength was disappointing.

"If this is all the strength you possess, then today, all the disciples of your Earth Demon Sect will die here!"

Chu Fengmian’s voice, though calm, carried a seriousness that was evident to all those listening.

Chu Fengmian spoke, and what he said, he always did. He declared he would kill Zang Tian, undeterred by any threat, intent on carrying out the execution.

He would slay all the disciples from the Earth Demon Sect present at the scene.

This statement, though arrogant,

came from Chu Fengmian’s mouth without anyone daring to question its veracity.

"What an arrogant junior! Your poison hand technique is nothing special! I only used a mere ten percent of my power. I intended to give you a chance, but since you are so eager to court death, I will grant your wish!"

The Poison Hand Demon Lord bellowed in rage upon hearing Chu Fengmian’s words.

Mocked by a junior,

his face was seething with anger. Behind him, countless streams of purple toxic miasma appeared, swirling around him.

It made him look as though he were a statue of poison incarnate.

His pair of hands, toxic in nature, began to swell, and their color shifted from green to a darker hue.

Should this deadly poison strike, every martial artist in its path, if not killed, would be severely wounded.

"Poison Hand Demon Lord, I urge you to halt!"

At the very moment the Poison Hand Demon Lord was about to strike, an ancient voice suddenly boomed from above.

This old voice, descending from the heavens, belonged to a venerable figure who had long concealed themselves.

Even though the owner of the voice was hidden in the void, Chu Fengmian could discern from it an essence that transcended life and death, clearly another venerable being who had stepped onto the Life and Death Platform and attained the realm of life fragmentation.

"Within Martial King City, no fighting is permitted. I request that both of you settle your differences outside the city,"

the voice stated calmly, yet the command carried great authority.

The owner of this ancient voice was also a personage of great stature from the Northern Domain, a figure akin to a venerable antique.

Hearing this voice, even the rebellious Poison Hand Demon Lord could do nothing but nod and retract his Spiritual Power.

As strong as the Poison Hand Demon Lord was, he still couldn’t contend with a true Life Fragmentation realm powerhouse.

"Chu Fengmian, in Martial King City, I will spare your life this time. But it only means you get to live a few more days at best, unless you plan to spend your lifetime within this city. Otherwise, the moment you dare step out, I will kill you!"

The Poison Hand Demon Lord glared at Chu Fengmian, roared furiously, and with a movement, returned to the spectator stands.

"To kill me, we shall see if you possess the ability,"

Chu Fengmian replied fearlessly with an icy retort, also calming his own Spiritual Power.

Martial King City was not the place for a fight to the death. With countless powerful eyes upon him, Chu Fengmian dared not use his full strength.

The Poison Hand Demon Lord was indeed the strongest person Chu Fengmian had encountered below the life fragmentation realm.

With Chu Fengmian’s current strength, defeating a life fragmentation realm powerhouse was still out of the question.

But it was not necessarily so against this Poison Hand Demon Lord. If Chu Fengmian used the Emperor’s Jar, it might not be impossible to obliterate him.

However, within Martial King City, the Emperor’s Jar must never be exposed, for the power of an Extreme Path Celestial Weapon was too peculiar and impossible to conceal.

It would only be outside Martial King City that Chu Fengmian could employ it.

This brief clash was merely an interlude.

Almost the instant Chu Fengmian clashed with the Poison Hand Demon Lord, victory had already been decided on the platform.

Lord Ye Tian unsurprisingly defeated his opponent and advanced to the finals.

The next match would be the finale of this Martial Arts Tournament, where the foremost among the younger generation of the Northern Domain would be determined.