"You want to exchange my head for Contribution Points? Wonder if you have the life to take it!"
"Flames that scorch the heavens? Such trivial flames dare to claim such a title, truly ignorant of their own limits!"
Facing the oncoming azure flames, Chu Fengmian’s eyes showed a hint of disdain.
To him, these flames that scared everyone else seemed to have no meaning whatsoever.
"Such trivial flames, break for me!"
The Xuanqing Sword in Chu Fengmian’s palm turned and instantly transformed into a Sword Edge, fiercely thrusting forward.
Under the Sword Edge wielded by Chu Fengmian, the azure flames were instantly shattered.
The fierce Sword Edge, sweeping across the flames, stabbed towards Yan Mei.
Chu Fengmian had no interest in sparing Yan Mei’s life.
"Brother Yan Xuan, save me!"
Seeing Chu Fengmian’s Sword Edge coming at him, Yan Mei cried out loudly.
He, too, could see that Chu Fengmian’s strength far surpassed his own; the fact that a single sword stroke could break his flames was proof of that.
Such strength was definitely not something a Level 7 Body Refinement Martial Artist could have.
"How audacious! Chu Fengmian, how dare you harm a disciple of the Red Flame Sect? Are you tired of living?"
Yan Xuan, standing to the side, suddenly shouted angrily.
On his body, a golden flame suddenly gathered and formed into a fire dragon, roaring toward Chu Fengmian.
The fire dragon roared, as if it truly embodied a real dragon.
However, to Chu Fengmian, such Dragon Roars were laughable.
This fire dragon had the form but not the dignity of a dragon; it was, at best, a mere crawling creature that dared to call itself a dragon.
"Let me show you what real dragon might is!"
Chu Fengmian laughed out loud as he activated the full power of the Battle Dragon Technique. The energy gathered on the Xuanqing Sword and instantly let loose a blast of Sword Qi.
This Sword Qi also took the form of a dragon, charging towards Yan Xuan.
These two dragons, though both bearing the shape of dragons, were starkly different; Yan Xuan’s fire dragon paled in comparison to Chu Fengmian’s Sword Qi dragon and seemed nothing more than a crawling creature.
Devoid of a dragon’s nobility, the difference between them became evident upon comparison.
Many martial techniques in the world like to take dragon forms, for dragons are the mightiest beings, and by adopting dragon shapes, martial skills can leverage that might, making them stronger than ordinary techniques.
But this leveraging only creates the shape, not the might of the dragon. Only Chu Fengmian, with the ancient war dragon’s blood running through his veins, could execute truly dragon-like martial skills.
The two dragons collided in mid-air, and almost instantly, the Red Flame Dragon was engulfed.
When true and false clash, victory and defeat are determined in the blink of an eye.
"This Red Flame Dragon is Brother Yan Xuan’s most powerful martial skill! Even a Wind-Riding Realm Martial Artist wouldn’t be able to casually resolve it but would have to dodge. How can Chu Fengmian’s Sword Qi possibly consume the Red Flame Dragon?"
The surrounding disciples of the Red Flame Sect were all shocked beyond words, their expressions indescribable.
The Red Flame Dragon, which Yan Xuan had once released even when fighting a Wind-Riding Realm powerhouse, was something no one dared to confront head-on; evasion was the only option.
Such a potent martial skill was easily neutralized by Chu Fengmian! Especially considering Chu Fengmian’s level was only Level 7 of the Body Refinement Realm!
How could a Level 7 Body Refinement Realm Martial Artist, no matter how monstrous, release such a fearsome strike?
"No one can stop Chu from killing!"
With one stroke of his sword forcing back Yan Xuan, Chu Fengmian let out a cold laugh, his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared beside Yan Mei.
Seeing Chu Fengmian approaching, Yan Mei was already filled with fear. He couldn’t have anticipated that even Yan Xuan’s intervention would be so easily neutralized by Chu Fengmian.
The backlash from the Yan Xuan Dragon’s power was enough to incapacitate Yan Xuan from channeling Spiritual Power for three seconds.
Within this time span, Chu Fengmian had ample opportunity to slay Yan Mei.
"Chu Fengmian, if you dare kill Yan Mei! Our Candle Flame Sect will fight you to the death!"
Yan Xuan roared angrily.
Yan Mei was also one of the most talented disciples among the new members of the Candle Flame Sect, highly anticipated by the sect’s upper echelon.
If Yan Mei were to truly die in this Holy Land, it would be a great loss for the Candle Flame Sect.
"Are you threatening me?"
Chu Fengmian looked at Yan Xuan with a cold gaze.
"That’s right! If you dare kill Yan Mei, the Candle Flame Sect will battle you to the end. In this Holy Land, there are some of our Candle Flame Sect elders, their strength is far beyond what you can imagine!"
Yan Xuan said arrogantly, upon hearing Chu Fengmian’s words.
"Besides, you’re just one person taking action today, how could you possibly fend off more than ten of us? If you dare kill Yan Mei, don’t even think about leaving here in one piece today!"
"Is that so? Whether Chu can leave unscathed or not has never depended on others!"
Chu Fengmian’s eyes turned colder and with a flick of the Sword Edge, a bloody mark appeared on Yan Mei’s throat.
Then, Yan Mei’s figure fell straight to the ground.
To Chu Fengmian, threats were utterly useless; what he hated most in his life was being threatened by others.
Since he had decided to kill Yan Mei, not even a holy figure coming forward could stop Chu Fengmian.
"Damn! Chu Fengmian, don’t even think about leaving alive today!"
Seeing Yan Mei’s death, Yan Xuan’s face changed drastically, his anger turning his face bright red.
"Candle Flame Sect disciples heed my command, attack together, surround and kill this young man!"
The remaining Candle Flame Sect disciples made their move together, and instantly, countless flames converged in unison.
Almost at the very instant the Candle Flame Sect disciples took action, a white figure swooped down from the sky, landing beside Chu Fengmian.
A surge of icy Sword Qi fiercely shot out towards the nearby disciples, instantly pushing back all the disciples from the Candle Flame Sect.
Looking at the sudden appearance of the figure beside him, Chu Fengmian’s expression changed, seemingly taken aback.
This white figure was none other than Han Yueli, who had previously encountered Chu Fengmian at the entrance to the Holy Land and had thanked him.
"Han Yueli, you dare to meddle in Candle Flame Sect affairs?"
Yan Xuan took one glance and recognized Han Yueli as well.
"This kid killed a disciple of our Candle Flame Sect today; his death is certain. If you interfere, don’t even think about leaving alive today!"
"No, I won’t kill you today."
In Yan Xuan’s eyes, as he looked at Han Yueli, said lust was unmistakable.
"The taste of the number one beauty in the Martial Victorious Country, I have yet to savor it. It’s said that the disciples of the Cold Snow Pavilion are celestial maidens high above, today I shall see for myself what a celestial maiden tastes like!"