"Saint Heir actually left?"
Chu Fengmian was surprised that among those participating in the siege, the Saint Heir was absent.
He had intended to take this opportunity to capture everyone at once, but unexpectedly, the Saint Heir had left.
Given the benefits the Saint Heir had gained in this Holy Land, he would also become a major concern for Chu Fengmian in the future.
"However, there’s only one intelligent person, the Saint Heir. The others are as foolish as I imagined."
Chu Fengmian’s lips curled into a cold smile as he glanced over the crowd and suddenly spoke.
"Foolish? Boy, it seems you are delirious as death approaches."
Hearing Chu Fengmian’s words, Yan Nan burst out laughing.
"Do you think, with so many of us attacking you, that you can still survive?"
"Boy, hand over the Red Flame Sword, and I might let you die a quick death today!"
Surprise briefly flitted across the faces of Feng Poxuan and Mo Ruoxue. The Red Flame Sword, one of the three Divine Weapons of the Red Flame Sect, was actually in Chu Fengmian’s hands?
The treasures Chu Fengmian possessed were even more than they had imagined.
Seeing this scene, both Chu Ning and Cheng Tiangong sneered continuously.
What was a Red Flame Sword? Chu Fengmian had the Fertility Tablet in his hands; once they had killed Chu Fengmian together.
The two of them would definitely seize the Fertility Tablet.
With the Fertility Tablet, they could even compete for the position of the next head of Wusheng Academy, no longer suppressed by Zhi Lingtian as they were now.
"If you want the Red Flame Sword, you must first have the life to take it."
Chu Fengmian’s lips curled into a cold smile as he looked around at the crowd, then specifically addressed Feng Poxuan and Mo Ruoxue.
"Between the two of you and me, there has been no grievance in the past or recent times, right? Do you two also want to get involved?"
"Chu Fengmian, indeed I have no personal grudge against you, but for you to want to monopolize the treasure of the Emperor of Fertility all by yourself seems a bit too much!"
Feng Poxuan replied with a hint of slyness in his eyes after hearing Chu Fengmian’s words.
"Standing out too much is not a good thing. We discovered the treasure of the Emperor of Fertility at the same time. It’s unreasonable for you to keep it all to yourself, both morally and logically.
"Just bring out the treasure and share it with us equally, and I assure you, I will leave and not lay a hand on you. How about that?"
Mo Ruoxue also chimed in at the same time.
"Exactly, Chu Fengmian, if you simply share the treasure of the Emperor of Fertility equally, I can also spare you this time."
"Otherwise, you might have the treasure but you won’t have the life to enjoy it."
"Share the treasure equally? Are your brains damaged?"
Hearing halfway through Feng Poxuan’s words, Chu Fengmian almost burst into laughter, especially after listening to Mo Ruoxue, he looked at them as if they were two fools.
Just with these few words, they wanted to obtain the treasure of the Emperor of Fertility? And expected it to be shared equally?
The treasure of the Emperor of Fertility was something Chu Fengmian had obtained through the Emperor’s own trials, it had nothing to do with them.
Chu Fengmian didn’t believe that by handing over the treasure, these people would spare him. They had gathered here precisely to kill him.
Besides, why would Chu Fengmian need to hand over the treasure? The five of them weren’t worthy.
"I’ll give you both one chance. Leave now and hand over your storage bags. Considering that you both have no grudges with me, I’ll spare your lives this time."
Chu Fengmian waved his hand magnanimously as he spoke.
"This is your last chance, think it over carefully."
"Chu Fengmian, have you really gone mad? Expecting us to hand over our storage bags and to spare our lives?" "Do you think you’re the Crown Prince?"
Mo Ruoxue didn’t hesitate to shout back angrily.
"Think about who’s being besieged right now!"
Under their coordinated attack of five peak-level Martial Artists, even Zhi Lingtian wouldn’t dare to speak such big words.
The honor of facing the attack of five peak-level Martial Artists was currently reserved for Chu Fengmian alone.
"Zhi Lingtian, that weakling, dares to compare himself to me?"
Chu Fengmian laughed loudly upon hearing Mo Ruoxue’s words, his response clear to Chu Fengmian.
Chu Fengmian then turned to Feng Poxuan and asked,
"What’s your answer?"
"Young man, it’s better not to be too arrogant. Even if your talent is high, it will eventually be just a flash in the pan, ending in being killed by others," Feng Poxuan said coldly.
Chu Fengmian laughed out loud, uttering three affirmations in succession.
"Since all of you wish for death, then I shall not show mercy!"
"Chu Fengmian, can you spare Sister Mo’s life?"
Han Yueli, standing nearby, said anxiously.
She was well aware of the terrifying level of Chu Fengmian’s strength. The five people here weren’t even enough for Chu Fengmian to kill.
But since Mo Ruoxue was still her senior sister and a disciple of the Cold Snow Pavilion, Han Yueli did not wish for Mo Ruoxue to die at Chu Fengmian’s hands right now.
A hint of tenderness flashed across Chu Fengmian’s eyes. If there was anyone at this moment who could make him listen, it was Han Yueli.
"I won’t kill her, but crippling her Cultivation Technique is unavoidable," Chu Fengmian stated.
Given Chu Fengmian’s character, Mo Ruoxue’s response had already marked her as a dead person in his heart.
However, since Han Yueli had spoken up, sparing Mo Ruoxue was acceptable, yet it was still necessary to cripple her Cultivation Technique so she could never stand against Chu Fengmian again.
This response allowed Han Yueli to breathe a sigh of relief.
Not killing Mo Ruoxue was already a favor from Chu Fengmian.
"Cripple my Cultivation Technique? Chu Fengmian, it seems you really are too arrogant!" Mo Ruoxue, hearing Chu Fengmian’s words, could not help but rage.
As a first-rate disciple of the Cold Snow Pavilion and possessing peak-level prowess, she could even hold her own against Zhi Lingtian for several exchanges.
The fact that Chu Fengmian now spoke of sparing her life by merely crippling her Cultivation Technique was beyond humiliating, igniting fury in her heart.
"This Cold Soul Sword, since I obtained it, has yet to kill anyone. Today, let it be refined with your blood!"
In Mo Ruoxue’s hand, a cyan light sword suddenly appeared—the Cold Soul Sword, bestowed by the Emperor of Fertility.
The power of the Cold Soul Sword was equivalent to the unrefined Red Flame Sword possessed by Chu Fengmian, and with its core crafted from mysterious ice, it suited Mo Ruoxue’s Cultivation Technique perfectly, increasing her power by thirty percent.
"Thousand-mile Ice Seal!"
As soon as Mo Ruoxue’s sword moved, ice crystals filled the sky, suddenly falling. Each of these ice crystals transformed into ice swords at Chu Fengmian’s side, slashing towards him.