Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 332: Ten Thousand Swords Erasing All Traces

Chapter 332: Chapter 332: Ten Thousand Swords Erasing All Traces

Prince Jianyun is extremely proud and unparalleled in elegance. His strategies are also profound, and nobody can guess his true intentions.

However, there is one exception, and that is Chu Feng.

Compared to Chu Feng, this ancient freak who has lived for thousands of years, Prince Jianyun is still too green.

"You want to take Han Dong’s Shadowless Sword and then duel with me?" Chu Feng sneered contemptuously. "As long as I’m around, your wish is destined to fail. Han Dong, you step down first. Leave the rest to me!"

Chu Feng’s gaze coldly watched Prince Jianyun, especially the nine strands of red Sword Qi swirling around him.

"Seventeen years in its entirety, it’s time to take back what’s mine!"

As soon as Chu Feng spoke, Elder Shoumei from the judges’ platform immediately responded. He burst forth with a formidable presence, overwhelming the whole venue.

"Today, my disciple Chu Feng will duel to the death with the True Disciple Prince Jianyun. No one, regardless of who, is allowed to intervene. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind shortening my remaining ten years of life to drag him off to have a drink at Yama Palace!"

Elder Shoumei, typically honest and affable, now stands with white hair flying and robes billowing, exuding an unprecedented aura of evil Qi and ruthlessness.

Even Elder He of the Law Enforcement Hall couldn’t help frowning, feeling somewhat intimidated.

A barefoot man is not afraid of the one wearing shoes.

Elder Shoumei’s time is running short, and if he really fights desperately, there is indeed no elder who would dare to confront him. This time, even Elder Yang shrank back like a retracting turtle.

Elder Zhuang was also shocked, "When did this old fellow become so overbearing and tyrannical?"

All the elders felt intimidated, shocked, and wary in their hearts, at the same time, they couldn’t help but speculate wildly.

What exactly is the reason for Elder Shoumei’s enormous confidence in Chu Feng?

You must know that Chu Feng is about to contend with a True Disciple.

And not just any True Disciple, but one whose strength ranks very high.

With Prince Jianyun’s strength, he could even compete with a Sword Saint of the first level. The Nine Yang Sword Veins are the Supreme Sword Vein, which is indeed awesome.

"Hehe, old fool Shoumei, don’t weave a trap for yourself. Your disciple, who doesn’t even have sword meridians—a complete waste—thinks he can contend with Prince Jianyun?" Elder Yang could not bear to see Elder Shoumei flaunting his prowess in front of him and couldn’t resist sneering.

"Isn’t your disciple Bao Liya really great too? What’s the result now? His sword meridians have been destroyed, and he’s been expelled from the Ten Thousand Sword Sect." The usually honest Elder Shoumei finally stopped holding back.

He was driven to this.

He responded coldly, immediately provoking a strong reaction from Elder Yang, whose face turned dark.

Bao Liya was so mighty back then, defeating Liu Dazhuang and Luo Mi one after another. However, the moment Han Dong, a subordinate of Chu Feng, took to the stage, he was immediately crippled.

Now, with Chu Feng personally entering the fray, though Prince Jianyun holds an absolute advantage, it doesn’t guarantee his victory.

Before the result is revealed, no one can predict the outcome.

"Husband, you must win!" Han Xiaoying couldn’t help clenching the Earth Fiend Sword in her hand, her bright eyes fixed on Chu Feng’s figure, filled with deep blessing and hope.

Shangguan Bei, who was defeated by Chu Feng, had a gloomy expression and watched Chu Feng with resentment in his eyes.

A thousand "f*ck" raced through his mind.

Having a bad start, he originally wanted to make a name for himself in this year’s Sect contest, laying a foundation for later competing for the position of True Disciple and advancing to Sect Master.

He even wanted to be the first to trample Chu Feng underfoot.

But the gap between reality and expectation is just too vast.

With a single move, Chu Feng defeated his opponent and knocked him off the stage. His victory made a laughing stock of his opponent’s dignity in the entire sect.

"Chu Feng, you bastard, I hope you go to hell!" Shangguan Bei cursed venomously at Chu Feng.

Zang Jianfeng squinted his eyes, displaying an attitude of detachment and watching with interest the duel between Chu Feng and Prince Jianyun.

Prince Jianyun is extremely powerful, and after defeating Chu Feng, he is very likely to fight Zang Jianfeng on the stage to determine the superior. Prince Jianyun has long made bold declarations to compete for the position of the eldest senior brother among the True Disciples.

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Atop the stage, Chu Feng and Prince Jianyun gazed intently at each other, both exuding their impressive auras.

Prince Jianyun is at the peak of Great Sword Master level and could advance to the Sword Saint Realm at any moment. His comprehension of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique has even reached the Seventh Level. Coupled with the Nine Yang Sword Veins and the divine-level Treasure Sword, Taia Treasure Sword he wields.

It can be said that in every aspect, he is more than capable of crushing Chu Feng like a bug.

"Ten Thousand Swords Erasing All Traces, leaving no path over a thousand miles!"

Suddenly, Prince Jianyun uttered the command, and his eyes turned unprecedentedly ferocious, bursting with intense killing intent.

In his hand, the Taia Treasure Sword was forged with the national power of Jianyun Dynasty and has been passed down through several generations of monarchs.

This generation has not yet seen Prince Jianyun ascend to the throne, and yet the sword was passed to him, signifying the Jianyun Emperor’s great favor.

With a single strike from Prince Jianyun, the nine streams of red Sword Energy surged around him like a raging tide and as mighty as the merging of the nine Jiu Rivers. All of it poured into the Taia Treasure Sword.

Boom!

The glittering red sword light extended half a meter, solid and thick, formidable enough that even a Sword Saint level wouldn’t produce much more impressive sword light. A lesser Sword Saint at the initial stage might not even be able to manifest such substantial sword light.

The only difference is, a Sword Saint can produce multiple sword lights, whereas a Great Sword Master can only produce a single one.

The red sword light immediately engulfed the area where Chu Feng stood, as piercing as bone-chilling wind and frost, omnipresent with its freezing cold.

The tough ground seemed unable to withstand such a fearsome sword light.

Cracks began to appear as the ground started to split open.

Chu Feng, situated in the midst of it all, was like a small boat amidst raging waves, appearing as if it could capsize at any moment.

"The sword pierces through the frost, extinguishing everything. Prince Jianyun’s grasp of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique has indeed been profound. Although not perfect, it has reached considerable heights," commented the esteemed Elders, all admiring Prince Jianyun.

The Ten Thousand Sword Sect is abundant with geniuses, each stronger than the last.

"Hehe, old man Shoumei, your precious disciple won’t even withstand a single strike!" Elder Yang gloated with a sly smile, delighted beyond measure.

He couldn’t wait for Chu Feng to perish sooner rather than later.

As a revered Elder humbled multiple times by an ordinary disciple, Elder Yang had long harbored a deadly grudge against Chu Feng.

But Chu Feng was tough to kill, and with Elder Shoumei’s protection, Elder Yang never found the right opportunity to strike.

"Anxious for the Emperor, the eunuch is in a rush!" Elder Shoumei rolled his eyes, seemingly calm, but his hands gripping the Treasure Sword betrayed his nervous heart.

Although he had great confidence in Chu Feng’s abilities, facing such a formidable opponent as Prince Jianyun, Elder Shoumei’s palms were sweating cold.

A slight mishap could result in Chu Feng’s death on the stage.

Han Xiaoying involuntarily took a step forward, her heart racing to her throat as if it could jump out at any moment.