Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 702 - 703: One Big Shot After Another

Chapter 702: Chapter 703: One Big Shot After Another

The news of Chu Fengmian occupying Saint Heir Peak spread throughout the entire Beimang Holy Realm in an instant.

Saint Heir Peak was the stronghold of the Holy Faction. Now that Chu Fengmian had taken over Saint Heir Peak, it symbolized the destruction of the Holy Faction.

"The spiritual energy of this mountain peak is really rich; I can arrange an Array to concentrate the spiritual energy together. Then, using a Heavenly Python, I can put it inside, allowing it to form a large number of Spirit Stones each day, as a source of continuous wealth!"

Chu Fengmian felt the rich spiritual energy atop the Sword Intent Peak, waved his hand grandly,

and a massive Array suddenly enveloped the area, gathering all the spiritual energy at one point.

Then Chu Fengmian’s Sword Intent condensed, and as he pointed his finger, a strand of it separated, transforming into a Heavenly Python right there among the spiritual energy, continuously devouring it.

From a distance, it kept devouring the spiritual energy, and once it reached a critical point, it was able to spit out a Spirit Stone.

This would provide Chu Fengmian with a source of continuous wealth.

This Saint Heir Peak, which once supported the cultivation of countless disciples in the Holy Faction, was now occupied by Chu Fengmian alone, who was set to gain largely.

Now Chu Fengmian had the Blood Sea. Although it was said to be frighteningly wealthy, after all, Chu Fengmian had not yet traversed the great calamity of life and death.

Once he traversed the great calamity of life and death, Chu Fengmian would need a continuous source of Spiritual Power to support his realm. The wealth from the Blood Sea might not even be enough; Chu Fengmian must continue to accumulate his wealth.

"Boom!"

Just as Chu Fengmian finished setting everything up, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted.

The barriers above Sword Intent Peak were all directly shattered, shaking the entire peak.

Two figures appeared out of the void, directly shaking Sword Intent Peak as they appeared.

The one who struck was a white-haired elder, none other than Ye Mu, a great figure in the realm of eternal life who had almost killed Chu Fengmian during the Martial Conference.

"You little beast, you’ve committed such sins and yet you dare to return!"

Ye Mu looked at Chu Fengmian, his heart’s fury already unbearable.

"You have slain your fellow disciples, are heartless and insane, and have become a devil. Now that you return to the academy, good, I’ll kill you and rid the academy of a scourge!"

Without any hesitation, Ye Mu worked up a cyan long blade in his hand and fiercely slashed towards Chu Fengmian.

Ye Mu had once struck Chu Fengmian with his blade’s edge during the Martial Conference arena.

But at that time, that blade had pierced through countless voids, breaking the arena’s barriers, and the remaining power was less than half.

This time, within the Beimang Holy Realm, as Ye Mu took direct action, the power he gathered and unleashed was terrifying to the extreme.

This blade’s power, if landed directly, would be enough to destroy the very Sword Intent Peak where Chu Fengmian stood.

"Stop!"

Just then, the space in the sky was torn open again.

To be able to tear space within the Beimang Holy Realm, one must at least be an ancestor who had surpassed the realm of life and death. The appearance of Ye Mu alone was enough to shock countless individuals.

Yet, unexpectedly, another ancestor intervened at this time.

This elder ripped through space and sent a surge of Spiritual Power flying towards Chu Fengmian.

However, this surge of Spiritual Power was not meant to attack Chu Fengmian, but to form a barrier in front of him, effectively blocking the attack from Ye Mu.

"Master?"

Chu Fengmian looked up into the sky, murmuring softly.

At this time, the only person who might reach out to save Chu Fengmian was the Sage of Xuanbei.

Chu Fengmian returned to Beimang Academy, and his every move was watched by countless people. Now, seeing Ye Mu Ancestor take action against Chu Fengmian, Sage of Xuanbei stepped in as well.

"Ye Mu, what do you mean by attacking my disciple?"

Sage of Xuanbei appeared from the void, looking at Ye Mu Ancestor with an icy expression on his face.

"Xuanbei, your disciple killed our Ye family’s people, don’t you think you owe us an explanation?"

Ye Mu Ancestor stared at Sage of Xuanbei, his voice piercing as he yelled.

"This boy must die today! Only his death can atone for his sins and quench our Ye family’s anger."

"Our Ye family’s anger is not something you can bear. Hand over this brat immediately!"

Ye Mu Ancestor’s arrogance was extreme as he bellowed loudly.

His strength was not equal to Sage of Xuanbei’s, but behind him stood the Ye family, the deepest existence in Beimang Academy, also the largest faction supporting the academy.

He dared to strike directly at Chu Fengmian, clearly aware that Chu Fengmian’s master was none other than Sage of Xuanbei.

"I’m already aware of the matter with Ye Tianjun. On the Martial Combat Convention, those who die in the arena accept their destiny. However, your Ye family has indeed lost a talent. How about this? I’ll offer some compensation to your Ye family, and we can consider this matter closed."

Sage of Xuanbei said to Ye Mu Ancestor calmly.

"Compensation? Today, I want this brat dead! There are no other possibilities!"

Ye Mu Ancestor shouted loudly.

"Is that so? Since that’s the case, then I’m keen to see if you really can kill my disciple today!"

Sage of Xuanbei showed no sign of weakness.

He had already stepped back, and since Ye Mu Ancestor did not agree, he was not going to step back any further.

He was an ancient elder who had transcended life and death. In Beimang Academy, the Ye family might be powerful, but Sage of Xuanbei was not necessarily afraid of the Ye family.

"You!"

Hearing the words of Sage of Xuanbei, a murderous gleam flashed in Ye Mu Ancestor’s eyes. He was even considering how to forcefully strike at Chu Fengmian under the protection of Sage of Xuanbei.

The entire Beimang Sacred Realm was now dead silent.

Seeing two ancient elders, both beyond life and death, in such a sharp confrontation, many disciples dared not make a sound.

The disciples of Beimang Sacred Realm were at least the seed disciples, the chosen ones of heaven. But before these true ancient elders and big shots, they were nothing more than ants, each not daring to even breathe loudly for fear of provoking Ye Mu Ancestor’s wrath.

Just as tensions were about to erupt.

Above the sky.

Another rift suddenly appeared.

Countless gazes hurriedly turned to look.

At this time, a third ancient elder had appeared.

Such ancient elders who had transcended life and death were generally the oldest figures of Beimang Academy, usually the stuff of legends, hardly ever seen.

But now, they had appeared one after another.

"Ye Mu, Xuanbei, both of you stop!"

A majestic voice suddenly rose from the crack.