"Just this level of flame, you think it can hurt me?"
A mocking voice suddenly emerged from behind Feng Huolie.
A chill passed over Feng Huolie’s body—Chu Fengmian hadn’t died.
Under such a sea of flames, Chu Fengmian had actually survived, but who was the figure amidst the flames?
When he looked at the sea of flames again, that figure had already vanished.
By the time Feng Huolie had come to his senses, Chu Fengmian’s figure had already quietly approached from behind him.
Chu Fengmian clenched his fist and smashed it fiercely towards Feng Huolie.
"Using fists? Comparing strength? You’re seeking your own death!"
Watching Chu Fengmian throw his punch, Feng Huolie scoffed dismissively.
After swallowing the Blood Explosion Pill, his strength had reached the seventh layer of the Divine Sea realm.
If Chu Fengmian had continued dodging, he might not have had a good solution, but comparing direct strength—wasn’t this Chu Fengmian courting death?
Feng Huolie turned around and threw a punch at Chu Fengmian as well.
His realm was a full nine levels higher than Chu Fengmian’s—how could he possibly be weaker in strength?
As their fists collided, a vast Spiritual Power burst forth, but the expected scene of Chu Fengmian being blown away didn’t occur.
Instead, their fists met, and the strength on both sides actually balanced each other out.
This meant that Chu Fengmian’s strength was not inferior to Feng Huolie’s—perhaps even enough to contend with Feng Huolie’s strength.
"How is this possible!"
The shock in Feng Huolie’s eyes fully revealed his thoughts.
A Martial Artist with the seventh level of Body Forging realm contending with the seventh layer of the Divine Sea realm—no way. Not even the former strongest warrior of the Warrior Triumph state, the Emperor of Fertility reborn, could have done this.
Especially since Feng Huolie’s arm was numbed by this punch, while Chu Fengmian appeared completely relaxed.
"Could this kid be a transformed beast? How can he possess such tremendous strength!"
Feng Huolie cursed inwardly; Chu Fengmian’s strength simply wasn’t something a Martial Artist could possess.
A difference of nine whole realms, yet able to contend in strength without falling behind—this seemingly impossible feat was actually happening right before him.
"Chu once said, what the Emperor of Fertility couldn’t do doesn’t mean Chu can’t!"
Chu Fengmian scoffed coldly.
His right hand, once again clenched into a fist, smashed towards Feng Huolie.
This punch was even faster than the previous one.
The bloodline of the ancient Battle Dragon boiled within Chu Fengmian’s body, as boundless battle intent burst forth from him.
Five drops of ancient Battle Dragon’s essence blood had turned Chu Fengmian’s blood golden, giving his skin a hint of golden glow.
"I refuse to believe you still have such tremendous strength!"
Feng Huolie roared. A Martial Artist of the Body Forging realm unleashing such terrifying strength must be consuming a vast amount of Spiritual Power.
Being able to throw the first punch was already not easy—Feng Huolie didn’t believe Chu Fengmian still had such fearsome strength for a second punch.
He threw another punch.
But this time, Feng Huolie had misjudged once again.
Chu Fengmian’s punch was even harder and more powerful than the last.
Feng Huolie even felt his right arm starting to become numb as the power struggle was so severe that he was starting to lose sensation in his arm, and he couldn’t help but step back.
"How about it, don’t you want Chu’s head anymore?"
Chu Fengmian watched Feng Huolie step back, laughed loudly, and once again closed in on Feng Huolie.
Another punch was thrown.
Under this punch, Feng Huolie’s figure was smashed several meters away.
His one arm had been broken by Chu Fengmian.
"How could a body of a Martial Artist at the Body Refinement level be so terrifying? Even a peak Divine Sea level Martial Artist couldn’t possibly fight continuously without rest and deliver so many terrifying punches!"
Feng Huolie screamed internally.
This scene was simply beyond his comprehension; ordinary Martial Artists, even those at the peak of the Divine Sea realm, would deplete their Spiritual Power with every punch.
The strength of each punch should decrease as the Spiritual Power is spent, which is normal for Martial Artists.
But Chu Fengmian, with each punch being even more powerful than the last and no need to recover Spiritual Power, was unprecedented.
The Battle Dragon Technique that Chu Fengmian practiced naturally became more courageous in battle, and the strength of each subsequent punch would increase.
Moreover, with the Divine Veins in Chu Fengmian’s body providing a continuous supply of Spiritual Power, Chu Fengmian didn’t have to worry about depleting his power.
With an endless supply of Spiritual Power, Chu Fengmian naturally could punch wildly without any concern.
Chu Fengmian’s figure flashed continuously while Feng Huolie’s body above in the sky was being treated like a punching bag.
He was battered continuously, and he was already covered in injuries; if not for the fact that he had taken a Blood Explosion Pill, he would probably have been beaten to death already.
But the Blood Explosion Pill could only sustain his life, and he no longer had the strength to fight back.
Under each of Chu Fengmian’s punches, he was already at his last breath.
With the final punch landing, Feng Huolie’s body rolled to the ground, lifeless.
A Martial Artist of the Divine Sea realm third level, after taking a Blood Explosion Pill, was actually beaten to death brutally by Chu Fengmian.
Mu Yuanhuo who witnessed everything nearby was nearly scared to death.
He originally thought that the battle between Chu Fengmian and Feng Huolie would end in both being injured, giving him a chance to escape.
But Feng Huolie had been easily killed by Chu Fengmian.
It was not just easily; it wasn’t a match of strength at all, as if Chu Fengmian was the one who was a Divine Sea level Martial Artist, and the manipulated Feng Huolie seemed like a mere Body Refinement level Martial Artist.
Chu Fengmian glanced at the body of Feng Huolie on the ground, grabbed his storage bag, and also took away the storage bags of the remaining disciples of the Red Flame Gate.
These people, wanting to kill Chu Fengmian and capture Mu Yuanhuo, met their deaths and truly deserved it.
In dealing with enemies, Chu Fengmian never showed any mercy; an enemy only had one path—death.
"Now you should tell me, where exactly is the Red Flame Sword?"
Chu Fengmian looked at the stunned Mu Yuanhuo and said coldly.