Chapter 59: Slaughter Them All, Leave None Alive

Fire control techniques.

The Hall Master of Wuyan Hall was a Divine Sea Realm martial artist. Upon his first move, he utilized fire control techniques.

He had already realized that Chu Fengmian's strength was terrifyingly immense; if he attempted to compete with Chu Fengmian in terms of raw power, he would likely gain nothing from the confrontation.

By utilizing fire control techniques now, he could precisely target Chu Fengmian's weaknesses.

It was only a pity that, this time, his opponent was not Chu Fengmian.

"Manager Xuan, make your move."

Chu Fengmian spoke softly. In an instant, a burst of spiritual wind erupted from beside him.

The flames unleashed by the Wuyan Hall Master were easily extinguished.

"Who are you?"

The Wuyan Hall Master looked at Xuan Jingtai beside him and inquired.

Originally, he had assumed Xuan Jingtai was merely a Body Tempering Realm martial artist and thus had not taken him seriously.

However, he had not expected that Xuan Jingtai also knew how to control the five elements of spiritual energy.

This meant that Xuan Jingtai was, at the very least, a Divine Sea Realm martial artist.

Divine Sea Realm martial artists were extremely rare even within the Wusheng Kingdom, let alone in these remote Thirteen Southwest Cities, where there were almost none.

Looking at Xuan Jingtai, he felt a profound sense of unfamiliarity.

"To kill your people."

Xuan Jingtai looked at the Wuyan Hall Master. Without wasting words, he moved his hands.

A violent gale swept forward, striking wildly toward the Wuyan Hall Master.

"Kill me? I wonder if you even have the capability!"

The Wuyan Hall Master roared.

As a Divine Sea Realm martial artist, he feared no one.

Moving his hands in kind, he unleashed a torrent of flames.

Fire and wind collided in mid-air, and with a thunderous crash, the flames were snuffed out.

The two forces were not even on the same level.

"Impossible! Who exactly are you? How can you possess such terrifying power?"

The Wuyan Hall Master could not believe that his flames had been suppressed in an instant.

The martial artist before him looked utterly unremarkable, yet his strength was terrifying to a horrific degree.

Such strength was beyond what a Divine Sea Realm martial artist should be capable of.

While it was easy for one Divine Sea Realm martial artist to suppress another, it was extremely difficult to completely defeat them.

Yet, with just a few effortless moves, Xuan Jingtai had already left the Wuyan Hall Master unable to hold his ground.

"Wind Control Realm! This is the strength only a Wind Control Realm martial artist possesses!"

The Wuyan Hall Master shouted in disbelief as he stared at Xuan Jingtai.

"Why would a Wind Control Realm martial artist obey the commands of a mere boy?"

He could not believe it.

Even within the Wusheng Academy, Wind Control Realm martial artists were few and far between; there were fewer than ten in the entire Wusheng Kingdom.

And yet, such a powerhouse had chosen to follow Chu Fengmian's orders. How could he accept this?

"Too much nonsense."

Xuan Jingtai snorted coldly.

He had no desire to waste words with the Wuyan Hall Master.

With a flick of his palm, another violent gale erupted.

Under the force of this gale, the Wuyan Hall Master's body was violently torn apart, shattering into a cloud of blood mist that drifted away.

A Divine Sea Realm martial artist had died so easily at the hands of Xuan Jingtai.

On the other side, Chu Fengmian turned his gaze toward the remaining Wuyan Hall disciples.

The first person his eyes locked onto was the arrogant man—the Young Hall Master of Wuyan Hall, Ding Hao.

"Kid, you escaped by luck last time. Now you've delivered yourself to my doorstep again. It seems you truly are seeking death," Chu Fengmian said with a cold sneer.

Last time, Ding Hao had used a protective jade talisman to force Chu Fengmian back. This time, even if Ding Hao still possessed the talisman, Chu Fengmian was more than capable of shattering it with a single punch.

"Quick, come save me!"

Seeing Chu Fengmian approaching step by step, Ding Hao's face turned pale as he screamed for help.

Chu Fengmian had defeated Feng Xin in a single move just now; such strength was terrifying to the extreme.

Ding Hao didn't even dare to think of resisting.

"Protect the Young Hall Master!"

The Wuyan Hall disciples behind him rushed forward, forming a line in front of Ding Hao.

The strength of these men was even inferior to Feng Xin's; to Chu Fengmian, they were like ants.

"Oh? You think you are enough to stop me?"

Chu Fengmian sneered and threw a heavy punch toward Ding Hao.

The punch carried an endless gale of wind. With a roar, the Wuyan Hall disciples blocking Ding Hao were all sent flying by the impact.

Simultaneously, Chu Fengmian reached out and seized Ding Hao by the throat.

A protective jade talisman on Ding Hao's chest was activated, creating a barrier that once again blocked Chu Fengmian.

"Oh? It seems your father loves you quite a bit, giving you another protective talisman. Unfortunately, in my eyes, this talisman is utterly useless now."

Chu Fengmian sneered.

He clenched his fist and struck downward once more.

*Bang!*

The protective talisman was shattered by the punch, the spiritual jade within it breaking into pieces.

Then, Chu Fengmian gripped Ding Hao's neck. With a surge of strength, he snapped the boy's neck.

"Run! Run!"

Seeing that both the Wuyan Hall Master and Ding Hao were dead, the remaining disciples began to scream.

Terrified, they all attempted to flee.

"Think you can run? None of you are leaving today!"

Chu Fengmian shouted coldly.

He did not want to expose his movement techniques or his true strength just yet. If the Wusheng Academy found out, it would bring him endless trouble.

Since these people had come to kill him, there was no reason for him to let them go.

"Phantom Shadow!"

With a thought, Chu Fengmian activated his Phantom Shadow movement technique. His figure began to flicker erratically.

In an instant, he appeared before a Wuyan Hall disciple and punched him squarely in the chest.

*Boom!*

The disciple's heart was crushed by the blow.

Many of the other disciples tried to escape, but in Chu Fengmian's grasp, they didn't even have the qualification to run.

*Thud! Boom!*

Every punch and every palm strike represented the death of a Wuyan Hall disciple.

In less than five minutes, the dozen or so disciples had all perished at Chu Fengmian's hands.

"Young as he is, he is quite decisive," Xuan Jingtai thought to himself, offering a silent word of praise.

Generally, young martial artists were indecisive. Often, if they were not ruthless, they would be the ones suffering calamities in the future.

Had Chu Fengmian not killed those disciples, Xuan Jingtai would have stepped in to finish them himself.

After all, today's events could not be allowed to leak out. This was the Wusheng Kingdom, where the Wusheng Academy held supreme status; if they found out, it would become a massive problem.

(End of Chapter)