Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 337: Suppress It

Chapter 337: Chapter 337: Suppress It

Having regained the Nine Yang Sword Veins, Chu Feng made a spectacular turnabout, transforming from a salted fish into a Golden Dragon Carp.

Zang Jianfeng must now consider, not whether he can crush Chu Feng, but whether Chu Feng will let him off?

Already in possession of a Heavenly Divine Weapon, and now with the Nine Yang Sword Veins, it’s not just as simple as giving wings to a tiger; it’s akin to the mythical metamorphosis of fish into a dragon, sweeping across the wastelands and reigning over the seas.

Chu Feng now fully possesses the credentials to contend with Zang Jianfeng for the top three rankings of the True Disciples.

"Hmph, even if this waste blessed with outrageous luck has reclaimed the Nine Yang Sword Veins, he’s still only at the Sword Master cultivation level. Unable to produce even a hint of sword light, how could he compete with me?"

"It’s also because Prince Jianyun is so incompetent that he gave Chu Feng the chance to counterattack."

"Chu Feng, as long as you dare to face me on the fighting platform, I will have the chance to defeat you and take your Heavenly Divine Weapon."

Zang Jianfeng is no fool.

He is a ’clever person’ with deep calculations and insidious cunning.

He has calculated that Chu Feng definitely cannot advance to the Great Sword Master Realm in a short period of time. A vast difference in cultivation cannot be made up with just a Divine Weapon and sword meridians.

As long as Chu Feng dares to challenge him, a disciple of the Sword Saint Level, he’s confident he can defeat Chu Feng.

"This Chu Feng brat is somewhat clever, he knows he’s no match for me. He will definitely not challenge me proactively. When the time comes, I might as well provoke him with some taunts to get under his skin. He won’t be able to resist falling into the trap!"

Zang Jianfeng, thinking about his clever plan, couldn’t help but let a cold sneer form at the corner of his mouth.

Now that Chu Feng has reclaimed the sword meridians, continuing to fight with Pu Fazheng is meaningless. At once, he feinted with his sword and leaped backward.

"Alas, my unfortunate disciple..." Upon seeing Prince Jianyun lying in a pool of blood, Elder Luo couldn’t help but cry out in grief, eyes nearly splitting with fury. "Huang, I had no grievances with you. Why did you prevent me from saving my disciple? I swear that we will be irreconcilable!"

Elder Luo had placed great hopes on Prince Jianyun, and now all hopes had vanished.

Anger, sorrow, and murderous hatred—all kinds of negative emotions assaulted his mind like a flood.

Elder Huang was not weak in cultivation, and added to that was Elder Luo’s sky-piercing cry of grief. It resounded like thunder in a drought, jolting Elder Huang awake.

Elder Huang shuddered violently, and gradually, his eyes cleared.

"What, what... how did I end up fighting Elder Luo? Where is that little beast Chu Feng?" Elder Huang was totally bewildered and felt confused, completely unaware of what had happened?

During his fierce battle with Chu Feng just now, he only felt that Chu Feng was exceptionally powerful.

After regaining consciousness, he saw Elder Luo, red-eyed and desperately fighting him... Elder Huang slowly began to understand something.

"Huang, are you still pretending to be mad here? If it weren’t for you, acting like a mad dog blocking me just now, how could Chu Feng have taken my disciple’s sword meridians?"

Elder Luo was fuming and had no intention of believing Elder Huang’s excuses.

The two of them continued to argue and fight relentlessly.

Elder Yang looked at Chu Feng, who had successfully reclaimed his sword meridians, feeling a bit stunned.

"So many of us joined hands, yet we couldn’t stop this little beast from reclaiming the Nine Yang Sword Veins, what a disgrace!"

"It seems we can only wait for another opportunity to take action."

"This Elder simply cannot believe this evil. Can this kid always be lucky? There will be a time when you will meet your doom."

Elder Yang had wanted to crush Chu Feng, this annoying pest, since the day he joined the sect.

Yet, he had never managed to do so.

Instead, he watched as Chu Feng grew stronger step by step. This made him feel extremely uneasy.

He would never allow Chu Feng to continue growing; he intended to nip this potential threat in the bud.

Those who once looked down on Chu Feng and bullied him were now watching him in terror on the arena, as if Chu Feng were a Divine Soul.

Today, Chu Feng was destined to become the center of attention, the object of everyone’s admiration.

"This boy is too monstrously talented; he needs to be suppressed," Elder He’s eyes flashed with a cold light.

As the host of the Sect’s minor competition, he did not stop Elder Luo and others from breaking the arena rules and forcibly interrupting Chu Feng’s duel with Prince Jianyun. On the contrary, it seemed he was condoning their behavior.

Afterwards, Chu Feng would certainly bear a grudge against him.

Besides, Elder He desired to ascend to the position of the Great Elder, and that required first suppressing Elder Shoumei.

Originally, Elder Shoumei’s vitality had greatly diminished, and he had lost influence within the Sect.

However, nobody expected that Elder Shoumei’s disciple—Chu Feng—would perform so valiantly, managing to defeat Prince Jianyun. The proud battle records were enough to glorify Elder Shoumei once again.

"Qiu Tai, find a way to make a move and suppress Chu Feng!" Elder He ordered a young man behind him.

This youth had an elegant figure and stood proud as a Supreme Treasure Sword between heaven and earth. From the beginning to the end, he had been closing his eyes in cultivation, with traces of obscure sword light flitting incessantly above his head.

They seemed to be practicing the profound mysteries of Swordsmanship.

Dressed in a moon-colored ancient sword robe, he stood out strikingly. He was actually a True Disciple.

No matter the uproar outside, or how splendid the battles on the arena were, he remained unaffected and devoted every moment to his cultivation.

Elder He’s seat as an Elder in the Law Enforcement Hall not only depended on his strength and remarkable capabilities but his disciple Qiu Tai had also contributed significantly.

Upon hearing the words, Qiu Tai opened his cold and bright eyes, gazing indifferently at Chu Feng on the arena.

"Does Master wish for him to be defeated or crippled?" Qiu Tai’s voice, like his demeanor, was cold and emotionless.

Such a person was naturally the best candidate for training in the sword.

He possessed the potential to become an exceptional Sword Cultivator.

Only the heartless can be decisive in slaughter, only those who are entirely devoted to the Sword Dao can endure arduous cultivation.

It was not without reason that Qiu Tai ranked second among the Sect’s sixteen True Disciples.

It was said that this was only because the senior brother had been in seclusion for many years and had not participated in the Sect’s minor competitions, allowing Qiu Tai to maintain the second position.

Many even speculated that Qiu Tai was even more formidable than the senior brother.

At least, Zang Jianfeng, who was ranked third, could not withstand even three moves in front of Qiu Tai.

It was the same every year.

In Qiu Tai’s eyes, whether defeating Chu Feng or crippling him was nothing more than a trivial matter.

It was not arrogance, but genuine self-confidence.

"Just decide for yourself!" Elder He’s gaze flickered, and in front of so many Elders, he could not speak too explicitly.

He knew his disciple all too well.

With Qiu Tai’s coldness and cruel nature, he would definitely cripple Chu Feng rather than simply defeating him.

Normally, when Qiu Tai sparred with someone, Elder He would deliberately instruct him only to beat them and not to take their life or maim them.

Because the Sect’s rules did not permit it.

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