Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor-Chapter 415 - 425 Asura Destroying World

"Mr. Chu!"

Han Shuang couldn’t suppress her anxiety as she softly called for Chu Feng, this wasn’t her first time addressing Chu Feng with such an intimate term.

In her eyes, although her lover was incredibly strong, his cultivation was only at the Great Sword Master Realm. Meanwhile, Chou Li’s cultivation had already reached the Mid Sword Saint. Furthermore, his understanding of the top swordsmanship, the Asura Eighteen Slashes, was also at an extremely high level.

Chu Feng stood no chance in a battle against him.

At least, that’s what she believed.

Not just her, even the Blood Sect Master and others sneered, looking at him with eyes that seemed to see a dead man.

"Hmph, this waste is done for!"

"Did he really think he’s all that? In front of brother Chou Li, he’s just an instant defeat!"

"You guys guess, which slash from the Asura Eighteen Slashes will brother Chou Li use to instantly kill this waste from the Ten Thousand Sword Sect?"

Many disciples and elders of the Rashamon Sect were ridiculing with gleeful expressions, eagerly anticipating the moment Chu Feng would be slain.

Chou Li was also full of confidence, his face revealing an extremely fierce expression filled with hatred as he said, "Chu Feng, you’re nothing but a waste prince of the Sword King Mansion, merely a lowlife. By what right do you contend with me for junior sister Han Shuang?"

"Today, as long as I kill you, junior sister Han Shuang will be able to give up completely. By then, she will definitely have a change of heart and agree to marry me."

After Chou Li deployed his Sword Domain, his momentum climbed steadily. His face was filled with hatred and scorn.

In his eyes, Chu Feng was nothing more than a crawling insect.

"Are you admitting that you’re inferior to me?" Chu Feng wore a mocking smile on his face.

"You’re seeking death!"

Struck at the sore spot in his heart, Chou Li couldn’t help but fly into a rage out of humiliation. His killing intent surged like waves, and the sword light emitted from his Divine Weapon grew even more terrifying.

"Chou Li, I can tell you clearly that I never liked you. I’ve always treated you as just a senior brother, and that’s it."

"Even if you really kill Chu Feng, I will never fall in love with you. I will hate you for the rest of my life. I will avenge Chu Feng, and after my great revenge is realized, I will take my own life to join him."

Han Shuang looked at Chou Li with eyes full of disgust and hatred.

Once again, she made her stance and decision very clear to Chou Li very seriously.

"Junior sister Han Shuang, what do you mean by this? Why would you die for this waste?" Chou Li, although slow-witted, could sense something was amiss.

Normally, a girl, no matter how much she liked a man, would not die for him just like that.

There was only one possibility, and that was that Han Shuang had already consummated her relationship with Chu Feng.

For a wife to die for her husband was something that often happened among women of unyielding virtue.

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Han Shuang’s face; after all, she and Chu Feng had not yet held a wedding ceremony. But by a twist of fate, they had already crossed the line and tasted the forbidden fruit.

This made it difficult for her, a girl not yet wed, to speak out.

Seeing the embarrassment on Han Shuang’s face, Chou Li felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He was deeply shocked, his heart nearly collapsing.

Even without Han Shuang saying anything, he had already guessed the truth.

"Tell me, have you already lost your chastity to this waste?" Chou Li’s face, already extremely ugly, contorted further. Now, he discovered that the goddess he adored was already possessed by another man.

And it was Chu Feng, that waste.

How could he not be furious?

His heart felt as if it was being sliced by a knife. The only thought left in his mind was to slaughter Chu Feng.

The people of Rashamon Sect were never the benevolent kind.

The ideology instilled in them by the Blood Sect Leader was extremely sinister. Cold-blooded, merciless, murderous, brutal, venomous.

She was the disciple that the Blood Sect Leader valued the most.

Naturally, no one dared to covet her.

Add to that Chou Li’s fervent pursuit of her, which had deterred many. It should be known that Chou Li’s strength, within the sect, was such that he could challenge an Elder-level Sword Saint.

An ordinary disciple, daring to compete with him for a woman, would be instantly killed.

"Chu Feng, you bastard, you lowlife, you’re shameless. It must’ve been you who used despicable means to possess Sister Han Shuang... I, I will kill you, kill you, tear you to a thousand pieces, and scatter your ashes to the winds..."

Chou Li completely lost control, and his momentum also climbed to its peak.

"Asura Eighteen Slashes, the Eighth Slash, Asura Destroying World!"

"Boom!"

The terrifying sword light, slashing towards Chu Feng, seemed to weave together, as if it intended to destroy heaven and earth.

An endless sea of blood red, illuminating this region, painted everything and everyone within it in a frightful shade of dark red. As if their bodies were drenched in tainted blood.

Strands of hellish cold and destructive aura also began to emanate.

Chu Feng’s face became exceedingly grave, and his eyes equally sharp, narrowing into a thin line.

He too made his move, following the old rules, first rapidly slashing twice at the focal points of Chou Li’s Sword Domain, causing it to collapse. Then he wielded his sword, employing the Slow Sword Technique from the Heaven and Earth Sword Skill.

More precisely, it was an integration of the Slow Sword Technique with the two moves prior.

A powerful Sword Force took shape, as if the high platform, this vast land, this expanse of sky, all were at Chu Feng’s command. With his sword slashing out, the might of heaven and earth also aided him in annihilating the enemy.

Boom!

The sword lights of the two fiercely collided, and following that, Chu Feng’s sword light was shattered.

After all, the gap between his cultivation and Chou Li’s was too vast.

Moreover, Chou Li was far from an ordinary Sword Saint, belonging to the elite among them.

"Waste, go to hell!"

Chou Li’s sword light might be on the verge of collapsing, but a sliver remained. It was this sliver that could easily claim Chu Feng’s life.

His heart was also shocked to the extreme, never having imagined that Chu Feng, a mere Middle Stage Great Sword Master, would already be this terrifying. Given time, when Chu Feng, too, stepped into the Sword Saint Realm.

In front of Chu Feng, Chou Li would not be enough to see.

The Nine Yang Sword Veins and the Heaven and Earth Sword Skill, indeed well-deserved reputations. Worthy of the name Qilin Sword Son.

What a pity that this exceptional devil, who crushes all Heavenly Prides, the Qilin Sword Son, will soon perish under his own sword light. Chou Li, having killed countless, is rich in experience. He was confident that the remaining thread of sword light could easily sever Chu Feng’s neck.

Thinking that he would soon execute his romantic rival and greatly alleviate the hatred in his heart, an involuntary savage smile appeared on Chou Li’s face.

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