The countless ruined walls of Tianyu City all shattered under the impact of that force.
Two figures flew out simultaneously.
Chu Fengmian and his opponent both took three steps back before they could stabilize themselves.
"It seems that among the seven major sects, there are indeed some noteworthy individuals."
After a draw in the first move, Chu Fengmian looked at his brother-disciple and muttered to himself.
Since he had survived a life-and-death catastrophe, his strength had surged, and he had not encountered a match along the way.
Now, this fellow disciple proved to be the first opponent worthy of Chu Fengmian’s full effort.
The strength of this brother-disciple before him could instantly kill people like the Night Sky Lord and the Cold-faced Demon Lord.
The foundation of the seven major sects was indeed strong. Apart from Chu Fengmian, only these sects could produce such a genius.
A vicious light flashed in Chu Fengmian’s eyes.
However, for a genius who has now provoked Chu Fengmian, he is just a dead man.
Even if this brother-disciple’s strength were ten times stronger, he would still die today.
At the same time, his brother-disciple was also sizing up Chu Fengmian with a slight surprise in his eyes.
He didn’t expect that someone could withstand his palm strike.
Normally, even martial artists wielding Spiritual Artifacts couldn’t withstand his palm strike, only the top disciples among the seven major sects could.
But to withstand it barehanded,
such a feat had never been seen in the younger generation of the Nine Domains.
"Boy, you are strong. I do not wish to kill you. If you kneel and kowtow in submission now, I can spare your life. Otherwise, you will die here in the Ruined Heaven today."
His brother-disciple spoke coldly to Chu Fengmian.
"Your strength is not bad, but neither your swordsmanship nor your physique can match me. If you do not submit, you will surely die today!"
His brother-disciple spoke, his tone emotionless, yet his entire demeanor exuded an arrogance that looked down on Chu Fengmian as if he were an ant.
And this ant could be crushed instantly if disobedient.
"Strong in strength, but not in words."
Chu Fengmian responded indifferently.
"I could say the same to you, but even if the people from the seven major sects kneel and beg to become my slaves, I wouldn’t accept them. You do not qualify. For you, death is the only destiny."
Chu Fengmian’s words were even more arrogant than those of the brother-disciple before him.
The surrounding martial artists were stunned by Chu Fengmian’s words.
His statement was extremely arrogant.
Just now, Chu Fengmian declared that he would kill all the disciples of the seven major sects in Ruined Heaven.
Now, he even stated that this brother-disciple did not qualify to be his slave.
To utter such words in front of the disciples from the seven major sects was unprecedented in the Nine Domains.
"Good, how arrogant!"
The brother-disciple’s face darkened to the extreme, and the murderous intent in his words could no longer be concealed.
This "good" sounded not at all like praise.
But rather like the word "kill."
A murderous atmosphere surged, filled with the intent to tear Chu Fengmian into pieces.
"A mere ant dares to provoke our seven major sects , very well, boy, you deserve death. Today, I will kill you and refine your corpse into a Spiritual Artifact, so everyone will know the outcome of challenging our seven major sects!"
Beneath the body of Brother Pan, golden light shone, and his aura crazily ascended, evidently deploying the secret technique of the Holy King Sect.
"Saint King’s Heavenly Fury!"
In an instant, Brother Pan’s aura reached its peak and he suddenly made his move.
His martial prowess transformed him into a sun.
His two fists descended like two suns from the sky, hurtling towards Chu Fengmian.
The very space trembled, igniting flames more terrifying than fire along its path, the power of this punch capable of pulverizing everything.
"Using such secret techniques from the Holy King Sect too, it seems this fellow has truly become arrogant."
"Anyone daring to challenge the seven major sects is already dead, and this boy will be soon."
Watching Brother Pan make his move, many observing martial artists had already conceded in their minds that Chu Fengmian was as good as dead.
Under such power, how could he resist?
Unless he transcended life and death itself.
Otherwise, how could even powerful martial artists not be crushed directly?
"Saint King’s Heavenly Fury? Nothing so impressive, in the three books of Saint King, you’ve merely learned some superficial aspects, and you still dare to show off in front of me?"
Chu Fengmian lifted his head, staring as Brother Pan’s fists fell like two immense scorching suns, his expression as calm as ever.
Just then, a streak of golden light flashed through Chu Fengmian’s palm, and the Ancestor Dragon Supreme Sword suddenly appeared there.
This Brother Pan was the strongest martial artist Chu Fengmian had encountered in this Gui Xu realm.
Even when a lion fights a rabbit, it uses all its strength.
Brother Pan indeed had the qualifications to make Chu Fengmian draw his sword.
Chu Fengmian uttered a single word, the sound of which resonated throughout the entire Gui Xu realm.
Following that "break" word, the sword edge in Chu Fengmian’s hand moved.
A flash of sword light.
His Ancestor Dragon Supreme Sword, with a fierce movement, ascended into the air, unloading a slash.
This slash was only seven feet long, almost inconspicuous in the air.
"This kind of sword edge wants to contend with Brother Pan?"
"Laughable, I thought this man’s swordsmanship could reach some level, turns out it’s just this."
"How can such a sword edge combat Brother Pan? Isn’t this suicidal?"
Watching the sword light generated by Chu Fengmian, a few Holy King Sect disciples couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Simply in terms of imposing aura, the two were not even on the same level.
Brother Pan’s twin fists fell like two suns from the sky, enveloping the whole Gui Xu realm with their momentum.
Yet Chu Fengmian’s sword strike was seemingly ordinary.
The sword edge collided fiercely in mid-air with Brother Pan’s double fists.
In an instant, Chu Fengmian’s sword edge was almost devoured by the scorching suns.
"Hmph, no more than that..."
A Holy King Sect disciple scornfully commented as he watched this scene.
But before he could finish his words, his expression suddenly froze.
In the air, those two scorching suns were directly split apart, halved by the sword edge in front of them.
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