314: Chapter 315: The Fall of Little Invincible (5th Update) (Please subscribe!!!) 314: Chapter 315: The Fall of Little Invincible (5th Update) (Please subscribe!!!) Yuan Chaoqun’s arm was severed by a martial artist of the Sovereign Wind Realm, and if this were to spread, I fear no one would believe it.
Unless they were witnesses to all this, no martial artist, even in their wildest dreams, would imagine that one of the Sovereign Wind Realm could be so powerful.
That final blow from Chu Fengmian was not even at its full strength; it rely severed Yuan Chaoqun’s arm.
Had Chu Fengmian’s sword pierced Yuan Chaoqun’s chest just now, this Yuan Chaoqun, the deputy commander of the Annihilation Legion, a five-layer Divine Power realm powerhouse, would have fallen at the hands of Chu Fengmian today.
“Today, Chu cuts off one of your arms to teach you a lesson!
Don’t ddle in affairs that aren’t yours to ddle in.”
Chu Fengmian glanced at Yuan Chaoqun, his voice cold.
Yuan Chaoqun had wanted to rescue Zhao Podi, and having his arm severed by Chu Fengmian today could be considered a true lesson.
Although the severed arm could heal, the sanctified essence blood that had flowed away could not be restored.
Now, Yuan Chaoqun’s realm had begun to fall, from the five-layer pinnacle of the Divine Power realm to around the peak of the fourth layer.
This sanctified essence blood was the source of power for a saint; its loss, due to his arm being severed, was enough to render Yuan Chaoqun’s hundred years of arduous cultivation futile.
“I have road the lands of the Qin Emperor for hundreds of years and today, for the first ti, I admit defeat.”
Yuan Chaoqun looked at Chu Fengmian, speaking with a cold voice.
He now understood that Chu Fengmian was no ordinary man and not soone he could manipulate at will.
To continue fighting would likely result in mutual destruction.
“However, young man, I advise you to let Zhao Podi go today.
The Zhao family is not one you can afford to offend.”
Yuan Chaoqun looked at Chu Fengmian, speaking calmly.
“Can’t afford to provoke?
In this tiny Qin Emperor’s land, there is no one Chu cannot provoke.”
Chu Fengmian chuckled coldly, his eyes on Yuan Chaoqun as he spoke.
“Today, Chu spares you once.
You may go back and deliver a ssage to Zhao Wudi: tell them if the Zhao family still wishes to send people to their deaths, they’re welco to co.”
Yuan Chaoqun had been sent by the Zhao family; this was crystal clear to Chu Fengmian.
Otherwise, a saint wouldn’t have intervened without good reason to save Zhao Podi, especially not after being defeated by Chu Fengmian, and then trying to convince Chu Fengmian.
“You bastard, you…”
Yuan Chaoqun wanted to say more, but Chu Fengmian’s gaze grew even colder.
“Get lost!”
“If you don’t scram, you’ll die!”
Chu Fengmian looked at Yuan Chaoqun, his eyes brimming with killing intent.
He had given Yuan Chaoqun a first chance, but he wouldn’t give him a second.
“Leave!”
A flicker of rage crossed Yuan Chaoqun’s eyes, but he could only turn and depart.
Chu Fengmian’s character was imnsely proud; his words always matched his actions.
Today, he dared to say he would kill Yuan Chaoqun, and if Yuan Chaoqun didn’t leave, he would indeed be killed.
If Yuan Chaoqun really didn’t leave, Chu Fengmian would undoubtedly kill him without hesitation.
Yuan Chaoqun was already scared; having had his arm severed, he no longer dared to oppose Chu Fengmian and could only flee shafully.
“Zhao Podi, it seems no one can save you now.”
Chu Fengmian walked towards Zhao Podi, the blood of Yuan Chaoqun still on his sword blade.
As Chu Fengmian stepped closer, Zhao Podi felt the impending doom of his own demise, his expression turning wildly frantic.
“You can’t kill !
Kid, if you dare to kill , I’ll take you down with !
A dood fight to the end!”
Zhao Podi’s Spiritual Power beca extrely chaotic; all the foundational strength within him was displayed at that mont.
Such disordered Spiritual Power—Zhao Podi was actually preparing to self-destruct.
“Self-destruct!”
Prince Xue Sha looked at Zhao Podi’s actions with a drastically changed expression and hurriedly returned to Princess Tian Yin’s side.
“Quick, run!
Zhao Podi is planning to self-destruct!”
The might of a Saint’s self-destruction was no small matter.
Once, when Saint Chu Heng was forced to self-destruct, he had nearly extinguished Chu Fengmian.
Even if Zhao Podi was now running on fus, the power he could unleash in a self-detonation could rival the full-force strike of a fourth, even fifth-stage Divine Power Saint.
Once he exploded, almost all present would be dead or wounded, and even Chu Fengmian would be gravely injured.
“Mutually assured destruction?
Do you think you’re worthy of that?”
Chu Fengmian, facing Zhao Podi’s threat, remained expressionless.
Self-destruct?
To perish together with him?
Zhao Podi was not qualified.
“Die!”
Chu Fengmian’s Sword Edge flashed by, and instantly a bloodstain was drawn across Zhao Podi’s chest.
“Ah!”
Zhao Podi scread continuously, his face revealing a final crazed expression.
He had never imagined that he would actually die one day.
But if he was going to die, he would take Chu Fengmian down with him in mutual destruction!
Zhao Podi’s body trembled uncontrollably, his Spiritual Power already condensed to the extre, ready to burst forth at any mont.
“Brat, die!
I will perish with you!
Heavenly Demon Disintegration!
Unleashed endless demonic power!
Explode and destroy everything!”
Crazy Spiritual Power erupted from Zhao Podi’s body, his entire form swelling to the limit.
In an instant, all the spectating powerhouses frantically sought to flee.
A Saint’s self-explosion—if they were caught in it, they would also sustain severe injuries, and they scrambled to escape.
“Want to self-destruct?
Perish together?
Do you think you have the right to self-detonate before Chu?”
Chu Fengmian’s eyes flashed; he willed a black light to streak directly into Zhao Podi’s body.
This was the Mark of Life and Death of the Heavens!
As the black light entered Zhao Podi’s body, his swelling form gradually cald down.
“How is this possible!
How is this possible!”
Feeling the calming Spiritual Power within him, Zhao Podi shouted maniacally.
He couldn’t understand why, before Chu Fengmian, he was unable to even self-destruct.
Under the Mark of Life and Death of the Heavens, all the Spiritual Power in Zhao Podi’s body was under Chu Fengmian’s control; it could be said that even if he wanted to self-destruct, it beca impossible.
“Spare !
Spare my life!
I am willing to be your slave, willing to submit to you!”
Self-destruction was Zhao Podi’s final desperate struggle, but now before Chu Fengmian, he couldn’t even self-detonate.
This abruptly shattered Zhao Podi’s final will.
He cast aside his dignity and began kowtowing frantically, begging for rcy.
“Submit now?
It’s too late!”
Chu Fengmian snorted coldly.
Dying and longing to live—there was no such chance.
Chu Fengmian would show no rcy.
With a thought from Chu Fengmian, Zhao Podi’s body suddenly exploded in mid-air, turning into a mist of blood.
Zhao Podi had fallen.
Not even his body remained; it was transford into a cloud of blood, consud entirely by Chu Fengmian.
A Saint, Zhao Podi, dubbed ‘Little Wudi’ in the Zhao family, had today ultimately perished at the hands of Chu Fengmian.
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