Nine Realms Sword Emperor

"Boom!"

The roaring sounds could be heard even from outside the arena.

Within the arena, the clash of two Sword Edges stirred heaven and earth,

any single shock wave from it could flatten a hundred-meter mountain in the Nine Domains.

Countless Spiritual Powers collided within the arena, rumbling without cease.

"Chu Fengmian, let's see how long you can hold out!"

The Sword of Slaughter glared at Chu Fengmian with a ferocious roar.

The Sword Edge in his hand struck relentlessly, blow after blow.

This Sword Edge gathered without pause, continuously launching at Chu Fengmian.

Chu Fengmian, on the other hand, could only stand his ground, blocking the falling Sword Edges.

If Chu Fengmian even thought about catching his breath, the Sword Edge would fall, leaving him no chance to relax.

Let alone counterattack.

"A stalemate, huh."

"I didn't expect their strengths to be so evenly matched."

"But with this battle, it seems Chu Fengmian is destined to lose. His swordsmanship is even a notch higher than the Sword of Slaughter, yet his Realm is still too low. The gap in Realm is not easily bridged."

Seeing this scene, Sword Slash Immortal muttered to himself.

The current situation appeared evenly matched, but Chu Fengmian had always been on the losing end.

He could only passively defend, and to fend off the Sword Edge of the Sword of Slaughter, Chu Fengmian had to expend a vast amount of Spiritual Power.

In such a deadlock, it was a contest of endurance.

After all, the Sword of Slaughter was an Emperor of Destiny Realm, making his Spiritual Power naturally far more abundant than Chu Fengmian's.

Chu Fengmian's Realm was only that of the Divine Martial Realm. The two-level power gap could be compensated for by fortuitous encounters.

But in terms of abundance of Spiritual Power, Chu Fengmian couldn't match the Sword of Slaughter.

"If this stalemate continues, Chu Fengmian is bound to deplete his Spiritual Power first. Though it's a costly method, it is nonetheless viable."

Huang Wu, standing nearby, nodded in agreement.

Now, the Sword of Slaughter's relentless strikes on Chu Fengmian were about exhausting his Spiritual Power in a direct contest, forcing Chu Fengmian to have no time for distractions or counterattacks, only compelled to face-off in a duel of Spiritual Power.

An hour, two hours, three hours went by.

The clash of swordsmanship between Chu Fengmian and the Sword of Slaughter continued unabated.

Yet, as time passed, the Spiritual Power within Chu Fengmian did not seem depleted at all.

Instead, he fought with increased vigor.

Even his swordsmanship grew more and more refined.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Sword of Slaughter began to exhaust his Spiritual Power, though his assaults remained fierce.

But the crowd could already see the Sword of Slaughter was now barely holding on.

This was beyond anyone's expectations.

"How can this kid's Spiritual Power be so abundant? It's almost endless?"

The Sword of Slaughter watched Chu Fengmian brandishing his Spirit Sword effortlessly fending off each Sword Edge, nearly dying inside with frustration.

His original plan was indeed to overwhelm Chu Fengmian by sheer force of Spiritual Power.

But unexpectedly, as Chu Fengmian's Spiritual Power remained, his own was nearing exhaustion.

At this rate, he would surely lose.

"This kid is strange, risking everything it is!"

The Sword of Slaughter's eyes flickered, murder in his eyes.

His Sword Edge paused slightly, then pushed his killing intent to the utmost.

This killing intent gathered layer upon layer into his Sword Edge, and behind him, an unparalleled Slaughter God emerged to bolster his strength.

"Slaughter Heaven and Earth!"

The Sword of Slaughter's Sword Edge descended anew.

The power of this strike reached an apex, his extreme killing intent, all of the Slaughter Sword Dao was fully unleashed.

His entire blood mist, all of his Spiritual Power, gathered into this single sword.

Truly, a strike to annihilate.

"Boom!"

Chu Fengmian felt this Sword Intent as if a mountain was crushing him, squeezing the space around, compressing.

This was the most terrifying sword the Sword of Slaughter could summon. "Boy, meet your end!"

The Sword of Slaughter roared with a vicious glare at Chu Fengmian, his words dripping with fatal intent.

"Is this your final sword, Sword of Slaughter? Can't you see, I have been using you all along to refine my swordsmanship? Now my swordsmanship has reached Great Success, you are of no further use."

Chu Fengmian looked at the Sword of Slaughter, sneering repeatedly.

"Now, you should also die!"

"Sky Slaughter!"

Chu Fengmian coolly uttered two words.

Just these two words made every Martial Artist who heard Chu Fengmian's voice shiver with fear.

Even some Emperors were not exempt.

The Sky Slaughter Swordsmanship, hailed as the pinnacle of Slaughter Sword Technique, meant to slaughter Cang Sheng, while the pinnacle of Sky Slaughter Swordsmanship aimed to slaughter All Heavens.

Even the Divine of the All Heavens would be slaughtered.

His Sky Slaughter Swordsmanship, perfected through each clash with the Sword of Slaughter, was now fused into the Nine Domains Sword Technique.

Now, the Sword of Slaughter was of no use at all.

"Boom!"

Chu Fengmian opened his eyes, his eyes turning crimson with blood, the killing intent from his body soared to the sky.

This killing intent dyed the center of the arena blood red.

The Sword of Slaughter immersed in this killing intent trembled internally. For practicing the Slaughter Sword Technique, he had slaughtered countless living beings.

He was truly a butcher, a sword demon, but now before Chu Fengmian, he was trembling like an infant.

The killing intent on Chu Fengmian was hundreds of times more terrifying than that on him.

"Extinguish!"

With the word "extinguish," the Sword Edge in Chu Fengmian's hand slowly fell.

The sword in the Sword of Slaughter's hand shattered before this Sword Edge, his blood mist, and killing intent both ruthlessly smashed.

His body was annihilated within the Sword Edge.

Only a blob of essence blood remained in the air, which Chu Fengmian slowly devoured, merging it into the Divine Tree.

One strike, instant kill.

Just moments ago, the Sword of Slaughter had been relentlessly assaulting Chu Fengmian.

And Chu Fengmian stood his ground, defending with his swordsmanship.

But in an instant, what seemed like a loss for Chu Fengmian turned into a Heaven-shocking reversal.

"The Sword of Slaughter just died like that?"

"Using an Emperor to refine swordsmanship, does this boy really have such confidence?"

Thinking of Chu Fengmian's words, many Martial Artists were chilled to the bone.