Nine Realms Sword Emperor Chapter 688 - 688 689 Showdown at the Summit

688: Chapter 689: Showdown at the Summit 688: Chapter 689: Showdown at the Summit Before this battle.

Among the crowd present, not a single martial artist thought that soone could counter such imnse power with swordsmanship.

Ye Tianjun’s strength was indeed concealed, but that did not an that Chu Fengmian was showing his true strength either.

At the very least, this sword was more powerful than the one Chu Fengmian used to defeat Feng Wuxin back then.

There was more than one person concealing their strength, not just Chu Fengmian.

“Oh?”

Ye Tianjun’s expression finally began to change.

In his heart, he had thought that showing his real strength and defeating Chu Fengmian would be a piece of cake.

Although Chu Fengmian’s swordsmanship was astounding, Ye Tianjun had not taken it seriously.

Because in his eyes, his power was enough to crush everything; even if Chu Fengmian’s swordsmanship were strong, it could only be crushed by him.

The fact that Chu Fengmian’s Sword Edge was capable of breaking through his Chaotic River indeed surprised him.

But who was Ye Tianjun?

His expression quickly recovered, revealing the sa cold sneer as before.

“Good, Chu Fengmian, I do seem to have underestimated you, but no matter how high your swordsmanship is, it’s absolutely impossible for you to contend with !”

Ye Tianjun coldly barked, and his body, like a sun, slowly rose in the arena, emitting a peculiar glow.

This glow was no other than the purest Spiritual Power, with masses of Spiritual Power surrounding Ye Tianjun, making him appear like a blazing sun.

“I want to see how many tis you can break through!

If you dare, use your swordsmanship to shatter all of my punches!”

As Ye Tianjun sneered fiercely, he was already manically condensing Spiritual Power.

On Ye Tianjun’s body, it seed as if countless forces of chaos made his body swell.

The next mont, Ye Tianjun’s body suddenly split, turning into nine identical Ye Tianjuns.

The split figures were not illusions, but each was the real Ye Tianjun.

The shadows condensed by his power of chaos possessed the sa strength as Ye Tianjun himself.

It could be said that every shadow was the real Ye Tianjun.

These nine shadows attacked simultaneously, and suddenly countless punches swept toward Chu Fengmian, filling the skies over the arena with their assault.

Now, having suddenly condensed nine shadows.

It also ant that Ye Tianjun’s strength had increased ninefold.

These countless punches were virtually endless, bombarding Chu Fengmian.

If it were a typical martial artist, they would never dare to act so wildly because the consumption of Spiritual Power every mont would be astronomical.

With their Spiritual Power, they could not sustain it.

But Ye Tianjun possessed an Innate Divine Body, whose power was reflected in his incredible strength.

Ye Tianjun’s Spiritual Power was dozens, even hundreds of tis stronger than martial artists of the sa realm.

That’s why he could so recklessly use his Spiritual Power to attack Chu Fengmian.

“If you don’t bring out so real skills, these punches are aningless no matter how many co.”

Chu Fengmian stood in place, his face calm, holding the Ancestor Dragon Supre Sword.

As the sky filled with punches approached, the Sword Edge in his hand moved.

Chu Fengmian’s Sword Edge, seemingly slowly activated and swung, produced thousands of Sword Quakes in an instant.

In that brief mont, it was impossible to tell how many tis Chu Fengmian’s Sword Edge had struck.

His Sword Edge was simply too fast.

So fast that no one could see how many tis Chu Fengmian’s Sword Edge had flickered in and out.

Under the pressure of Chu Fengmian’s Sword Qi, each and every fist wind from his opponent was ceaselessly destroyed.

In the space of a single breath, the myriad of punches unleashed by the nocturnal monarch were all effortlessly neutralized by Chu Fengmian.

Such an offensive couldn’t cause Chu Fengmian any impact at all.

“Kill!”

At the sa ti, the mont he had neutralized all the punches, Chu Fengmian’s body also moved.

His body turned into a re afterimage, frighteningly fast.

In almost an instant, he had reached the nocturnal monarch’s presence.

Accompanying the flash of Chu Fengmian’s Sword Edge, he struck directly at one of the nocturnal monarchs.

“Hiss!”

This nocturnal monarch had his chest cleaved open by Chu Fengmian, shattering abruptly—it was clearly one of the illusory figures, slain outright by Chu Fengmian.

This sudden strike seed to have caught the nocturnal monarch off guard; a cold sweat broke out all over his heart.

The speed at which Chu Fengmian had just slashed with his body and Sword Edge was simply too fast.

It left him no ti to react.

Fortunately for him, what Chu Fengmian had destroyed was but one of his afterimages.

Had Chu Fengmian’s strike hit his real body just now, even if he had not died, he would have been gravely injured.

Each of these afterimages represented the true strength of the nocturnal monarch.

The fact that Chu Fengmian could so easily slay an afterimage also indicated that, if he had wanted to, he could have slain the real body of the nocturnal monarch just as easily.

What kind of power would it take to be able to slay the nocturnal monarch with a single sword stroke?

Everyone found it hard to imagine just how formidable Chu Fengmian’s strength might be.

“Chu Fengmian, it seems I have indeed underestimated you.

Your strength is enough to make take you seriously.”

The nocturnal monarch looked at Chu Fengmian and suddenly spoke.

“Originally, I had no intention of exerting my full strength against you.

The fact that you’ve made do so ans you have reason to be proud.

Your strength is indeed great, but before , you still stand no chance!”

“Now, it’s ti for you to witness the true power of the Chaotic Divine Body, and to understand the gap between a genius and an ordinary mortal!”

The nocturnal monarch, while speaking, seed to be stirring up a surge of Spiritual Power within his body.

Chu Fengmian could see that this was a seed contained within the nocturnal monarch’s Divine Body, a Chaotic Seed.

But unlike the Chaotic Seeds of those holy sect disciples, this Chaotic Seed was condensed by the nocturnal monarch’s own Chaotic Divine Body.

Much like the Innate Sword Essence within Chu Fengmian’s body, it signified his most formidable power.

“Boom!”

As the nocturnal monarch mobilized the power of the Chaotic Seed, the aura surrounding him beca entirely different from before.

A gargantuan and chaotic shadow lood behind the nocturnal monarch.

This shadow seed wildly chaotic, and so martial artists looking at it felt madness burgeoning within their hearts.

A trendous pressure emanated from this shadow and instantly enveloped the area, as if it were a domain of its own.

It transford the entire arena into a realm of chaos—Feng Mian was engulfed within it, with his every move now severely restricted; any action he attempted required dozens of tis more effort.