Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 731 - 732: Delivering a Big Gift

Chapter 731: Chapter 732: Delivering a Big Gift

"This is Dragon Flame! Do not panic, with our fire control technique, we can certainly seize his Dragon Flame, his bloodline. It is definitely the purest true Dragon Blood lineage, even possibly possessing the Dragon King’s lineage, which allows him to manipulate such refined Dragon Flame!"

"Kill him, and his bloodline will belong to us!"

A Yan Yang Sect disciple cried out in panic before suddenly shouting loudly.

"World of Li Fire!"

"World of Li Fire!"

The other two Yan Yang Sect disciples followed suit, shouting angrily as the space around began to change. A surge of Spiritual Power seemed to infiltrate the Dragon Flame, seemingly attempting to wrest control of Chu Fengmian’s Dragon Flame.

This fire control technique, when perfected, was enough to command the enemy’s flames and use them for their own purpose.

Under the influence of this fire control technique, Chu Fengmian’s Dragon Flame appeared to slightly start altering its course.

"Fire control technique, you want to control my Dragon Flame? Die!"

Chu Fengmian scoffed at this scene. With a thought, the ancient battle dragon bloodline within him boiled over completely.

The momentarily calm Dragon Flame, in that instant, exploded with force.

With a roar, the power of the Dragon Flame became tens of times stronger than before.

These three Yan Yang Sect disciples, seeing such a change, all turned extremely pale. They had originally planned to use their fire control technique to manipulate the Dragon Flame to confront Chu Fengmian.

They hadn’t expected that the Dragon Flame’s power would suddenly increase tenfold, far beyond their expectations.

It was too late to dodge.

A massive flame roared suddenly, enveloping all three from Yan Yang Sect within it, constantly devouring them in the Dragon Flame.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Screams continued to rise under the Dragon Flame. The skin on the bodies of the three Yan Yang Sect disciples was quickly burned away.

Yet these three were all Martial Artists who had survived life-and-death ordeals, with vitality far surpassing other Martial Artists.

Such injuries were not immediately fatal to them, only continuously draining their Spiritual Power.

But in such terrifying Dragon Flame, their Spiritual Power was rapidly depleting. It wouldn’t be long before they were directly buried within the Dragon Flame.

"Damn it! Heavenly Fire Disintegration Technique! Even if I die, I won’t let you have the treasures on me!"

One of the Yan Yang Sect disciples, unable to endure the torment of the Dragon Flame any longer.

His Spiritual Power frantically surged, his Spirit Veins swelling prominently, countless Spiritual Power gathering within his body. He swelled like a balloon, ready to self-destruct at any moment, determined to go down with Chu Fengmian.

"Die? In front of Chu, do you think you have the right to self-destruct?"

Just as the spiritual power of this Yan Yang Sect disciple was about to reach its limit, Chu Fengmian suddenly revealed a hint of disdain and made his move.

With one move, he transformed into an enormous palm that pressed down directly towards the Yan Yang Sect disciple before him.

"Boom!"

An infinite pressure emanated from Chu Fengmian’s palm, completely dispersing all the Spiritual Power that had been gathering on the disciple’s body.

With a sweep of his hand, Chu Fengmian had grabbed the disciple of the Yan Yang Sect in his palm and crushed him to death mercilessly.

Every ounce of his blood, and even his storage ring, were crushed directly by Chu Fengmian, scattering countless treasures in all directions.

Various celestial wonders, heaven-level spiritual medicines, and even several holy medicines were all floating in the air from the storage ring of the Yan Yang Sect disciple.

"Good, it seems you have also had quite a haul. Hand them all over to me!"

With another wave of his hand, all of the treasures fell into the storage ring of Chu Fengmian.

Among them, several spiritual artifacts were incorporated by Chu Fengmian into the Black Profound Sword Formation.

Thus, a disciple of the Yan Yang Sect was directly obliterated by Chu Fengmian.

The look the other person now gave Chu Fengmian could only be described as fear, trembling uncontrollably.

This power was beyond their imagination; even the disciples of the seven major sects might not possess Chu Fengmian’s current strength.

Even though all were martial artists at the life-death realm, even the realm of that Yan Yang Sect disciple was higher than that of Chu Fengmian.

Under such a disparity, the Yan Yang Sect disciple had no ability to fight back in front of Chu Fengmian, not even able to self-destruct.

This strength was simply enough to crush them.

The three of them were also among the best of the younger generation in the Yan Yang Sect, capable of passing the martial arts contest to enter the martial artists of Gui Xu Heaven, each regarded as a prodigy of the heavens.

Yet now, such a gap meant that even when they joined forces, they were like ants in front of Chu Fengmian.

"Brother Chu, we are willing to submit, as long as you spare our lives, we are willing to serve you, to become your slaves."

The two Yan Yang Sect disciples, suddenly coming to their senses, pleaded loudly.

In front of Chu Fengmian, they were unable to even self-destruct, clearly, their lives and deaths were entirely in the control of Chu Fengmian.

The two Yan Yang Sect disciples, previously cold and domineering, were now trembling, begging for mercy from Chu Fengmian.

However, Chu Fengmian’s expression was as cold as before.

"Submit? Become my slaves? You two are not worthy. Only in death can you be of the slightest use, die!"

Chu Fengmian did not hesitate. He moved his right hand again and reached out towards the two Yan Yang Sect disciples.

Instantly, the two Yan Yang Sect disciples were reduced to a mist of blood in the hands of Chu Fengmian and were directly crushed.

All their possessions had now also fallen into the hands of Chu Fengmian.

After crushing the two Yan Yang Sect disciples, Chu Fengmian’s right hand suddenly grabbed again, and a streak of white light fell into the palm of his hand.

Within this white light was seemingly the memories of the past few days of one of the Yan Yang Sect disciples.

Chu Fengmian had been in Gui Xu Heaven for a total of five days, but most of that time had been spent breaking through the life-death realm.

He was not very familiar with the Gui Xu Continent and now needed to understand it.

These three Yan Yang Sect disciples had indeed helped Chu Fengmian in this regard, not only delivering quite a few treasures but also just allowing Chu Fengmian to gain their memories.

"Swoosh!"

The white light shot directly into Chu Fengmian’s head, and within his mind emerged various events from within the Gui Xu Continent from the past five days.