Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 925 - 926: You’re the First Sacrifice

Chapter 925: Chapter 926: You’re the First Sacrifice

"Three days have passed, why haven’t these two made their move yet?"

Atop the Flame Pool, the Emperor Bao frowned while observing the endless flames swirling within the pool.

Above the Flame Pool, countless Spiritual Powers created an impenetrable net.

This dense array of restrictions sealed the skies above the Flame Pool, making it impossible for anyone to escape from within.

Emperor Bao, Emperor Li and Emperor Ling, the three Emperors, stood above the pool, overseeing the situation below.

They had not left the Flame Pool for three days, waiting for Chu Fengmian to make his move.

Yet after these three days, they still couldn’t locate Chu Fengmian’s figure.

"Maybe the kid’s already dead in the Flame Pool, burned to ashes by the heavenly fire. Three days— even an ancient ancestor wouldn’t survive, how could this kid manage!"

Emperor Ling spoke impatiently.

"We should leave. It’s rare for us to come to the Canglan Palace, and instead of wasting time here, we might as well search for treasures."

"Indeed, it would be a pity not to search for Canglan Palace’s treasures. That kid is certainly doomed having fallen into the Flame Pool, we shouldn’t bother with him anymore."

Emperor Li also chimed in.

"Let’s wait a bit longer. This kid has too many hidden tricks, he might not be dead yet."

Emperor Bao said, shaking his head with a glint in his eyes.

Chu Fengmian had escaped countless times from the clutches of their sects’ strongest.

He refused to believe Chu Fengmian was dead until the very last moment.

Upon hearing Bao’s words, both Emperor Ling and Emperor Li shook their heads but said nothing.

To them, Emperor Bao was being overly cautious.

Three days— even an immortal ancient ancestor would be incinerated in the Flame Pool’s flames.

Much less a mere youth at the Long Life Realm.

Just then.

Within the Flame Pool.

A Tunneling Light, fast to the extreme, passed through the endless flames, shooting up from the pool’s depths.

"Boom!"

In an instant, a rumble resounded within the Flame Pool.

"What happened?"

"Someone’s breaking out of the Flame Pool?"

"Is it Chu Fengmian? That kid’s not dead yet?"

The expressions of the three Emperors changed, quickly turning their heads to look.

They saw Chu Fengmian traveling through the sea of flames in the Flame Pool.

"Three days? This kid’s still not dead?"

Emperors Ling and Li looked at Chu Fengmian in disbelief.

Three days— even they would surely perish in the Flame Pool, yet Chu Fengmian survived.

But soon, their shocked gazes turned greedy.

"Good, it’s great the kid’s still alive. All his Spiritual Artifacts are with him, it’d be a waste if he died in the Flame Pool!"

Emperor Ling looked at Chu Fengmian with a sinister grin.

"He stayed three days in the Flame Pool, whatever his methods were, he must be extremely weak now. We should seize this opportunity and kill him first!"

As Emperor Ling spoke, his figure moved.

He vanished into the air, merging into a Tunneling Light, darting towards Chu Fengmian’s location.

In nearly a moment, he was in front of Chu Fengmian, his face twisted in malice, a palm aimed fiercely at Chu Fengmian’s chest.

"Die, kid!"

This palm contained endless killing intent, enveloping it entirely.

Three days— Emperor Ling’s injuries had long since healed, and now he was in peak condition.

The fierce Spiritual Power in this palm struck hard at Chu Fengmian.

"Didn’t expect you’d still be waiting for me, Chu. Since that’s the case, there’s no need for me to search each of you out anymore!"

Chu Fengmian saw that the three Emperors hadn’t left.

It seemed they were still waiting for him.

Conveniently, this saved Chu Fengmian from the trouble of tracking each one down.

Facing the terrifying palm of Emperor Ling, a cold smile appeared on Chu Fengmian’s lips. He neither dodged nor avoided, charging straight ahead.

With a bare hand, he unleashed a strike aimed at Emperor Ling.

"Seeking death?"

Seeing Chu Fengmian meeting his palm barehanded, a mocking look appeared in Emperor Ling’s eyes.

Previously, Chu Fengmian had managed to contend with them, relying solely on his Sword Intent and Ancestor Dragon Supreme Sword.

If he couldn’t kill Chu Fengmian with bare hands, he didn’t deserve the title of an Emperor.

Hearing Emperor Ling’s mockery, Chu Fengmian’s lips merely curled into an icy grin.

As their palms were about to clash mid-air, Chu Fengmian suddenly whispered.

"Heavenly Fire!"

From within Chu Fengmian, the power of the Fire Spirit Vein suddenly unleashed completely, infused into his palm.

From Chu Fengmian’s palm, Pure Yang Heavenly Fires began to emanate in layers.

"Die for me!"

Boom!

Numerous Pure Yang Heavenly Fires surged out with Chu Fengmian’s strike.

The Pure Yang Heavenly Fire, capable of burning everything, incinerated the Spiritual Power of Emperor Ling’s palm completely.

But it didn’t stop there.

Endless Pure Yang Heavenly Fire engulfed Emperor Ling, plunging him into a sea of flames.

"Ah! What kind of flame is this? Pure Yang Heavenly Fire! How is it possible, how can you control Pure Yang Heavenly Fire!"

In the sea of flames, Emperor Ling’s agonized screams echoed continuously.

Initially, Emperor Ling was indifferent to the approaching flames; ordinary flames posed no threat to Emperors like them.

But in the next moment, Emperor Ling’s expression completely changed. Once touched by Pure Yang Heavenly Fire, it was a relentless berserk flame.

None of his Spiritual Powers could resist the burning of Pure Yang Heavenly Fire.

"Die!"

Chu Fengmian looked at Emperor Ling, landing another palm, shattering Emperor Ling’s body instantly.

Only a cloud of blood mist remained in the air.

Emperor Ling, a Fate Realm Emperor, now before Chu Fengmian, was nearly killed with a single move.

"Indeed."

Chu Fengmian’s lips curled in satisfaction.

Pure Yang Heavenly Fire was something beyond human control; only a scarce few Innate Divine Bodies were qualified to wield it.

Suddenly, Chu Fengmian conjured the Pure Yang Heavenly Fire. Even an Emperor was obliterated instantly.

This is the terror of the Ice Fire Divine Body.

"Devour!"

Chu Fengmian glanced at the blood mist, sweeping it with a large hand, forming a vortex.

The blood mist was entirely captured into the location of the Divine Tree, nourishing it, allowing the Divine Tree’s continuous growth.