Chu Fengmian and Han Yueli were practicing in the secret room, the moment when their blood blended.
The Wusheng Kingdom has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the three major sects and Wusheng Academy have been completely surrendered.
Under the oppression of the Qin Emperor Legion and the Destruction Legion, all the disciples of the three major sects and Wusheng Academy surrendered and no longer dared to resist.
"Little Lord."
The Sword Slayer Lord had been waiting outside for a long time. When he saw Chu Fengmian coming out, he knelt down respectfully and said.
"The disciples of the three major sects and Wusheng Academy have all been surrendered and demoted to slaves."
"Yes, you did a good job."
Chu Fengmian looked at the Sword-Slaying Lord, his mind moved, and a drop of golden blood condensed from his fingertips and flew towards the Sword-Slaying Lord.
"This is your reward."
Chu Fengmian has always been a person who knows rewards and punishments clearly. This Swordslayer Lord has always been loyal, so naturally Chu Fengmian will not miss out on his benefits.
"Thank you, young master."
Taking the drop of golden blood, Sword Slayer did not refuse. He had already refined a drop of ancient dragon blood essence, so he naturally knew the benefits of this ancient dragon blood essence.
He saluted repeatedly, took the golden blood, and swallowed it all at once. Immediately, the bloodline in Sword Slayer Lord's body was improved again, and his strength was further improved, reaching the eighth level of the divine power realm.
With the power of blood given to him by Chu Fengmian, his strength is enough to compete with saints at the ninth level of true divine power.
In this way, the sword-killing king will step into the realm of life and death and survive the catastrophe, and I am afraid it will no longer be far away.
"Also, the three major sects and several peak saints from Wusheng Academy want to meet and talk with the young master."
After the Sword Killer refined the golden blood, he raised his head again and spoke to Chu Fengmian.
"Oh? Take me to see it."
Chu Fengmian spoke softly.
It's not surprising.
Among these three major sects, there are still some old guys in Wusheng Academy. Although these peak saints do not pose any threat to Chu Fengmian.
But Chu Fengmian would not believe that they would choose to surrender obediently, so he let them cause trouble. It would be better for Chu Fengmian to deal with them completely in person, so that he would not have to worry about anything later.
After dealing with these people, Chu Fengmian can go to Beimang College with Han Yueli.
Swordkiller Lord took Chu Fengmian to a place deep in the void. Here, a total of four old men had been waiting for a long time.
These four people are all peak saints, two of whom Chu Fengmian has met before.
One is the founding elder of Wusheng Academy, the Ink Sage, and the other is the ancestor of Hanxue Pavilion, the Han Ning Sage.
Although Chu Fengmian has never seen the other two peak saints, they are obviously the ancestors of Zhuyan Sect and Feng Shen Sect.
"Why do you want to see Mr. Chu?"
Chu Fengmian stepped into the void, glanced at the four people, and spoke calmly.
"Chu Fengmian, you don't need to be pretentious here. You are now so powerful that all the disciples of the three major sects of our Wusheng Academy can surrender to you! But the four of us are all peak saints, and there is no way that we can do this.
Surrender to anyone!"
A voice suddenly came, and the ink-and-wash saint's eyes flashed, he looked at Chu Fengmian, and suddenly spoke.
"Yes, we are all ancestors of the same side! If you want us to surrender to you, there is no way. The most we can do is assist you, but you can't control us!"
Another peak saint, the ancestor of the Wind God Sect, also spoke. His eyes flickered as he looked at Chu Fengmian, and there was a hint of killing intent in his words.
"Boy, if you don't agree to our request today, if we make a fuss, it's impossible for you to resist us with just two or three kittens under your command!"
"So, you want to rebel?"
Chu Fengmian's eyes were calm, he glanced around the four people and spoke slowly.
"Rebellion? We are just giving you a piece of advice. If you ask us to surrender now, there is no way. If you know the current affairs, we can openly obey you and help you manage some sect affairs."
The ancestor of the Zhuyan Sect also said with a fierce look on his face.
"But if you don't understand current affairs, then don't blame us for being ruthless!"
The ancestor of Hanxue Pavilion, Saint Han Ning, who had been silent until now, couldn't help but nodded.
Although she didn't speak, she seemed to agree with what these four people said.
"Ignorant of current affairs? Are your men ruthless? Today I want to see if you four losers have the guts to threaten Chu!"
Chu Fengmian sneered, and with a sudden wave of his hand, a huge amount of spiritual power suddenly condensed and turned into a huge palm, directly pressing against it.
"Damn boy! You are so arrogant! We are all peak saints, ancestors, how could we be afraid of you!"
The ink painting saint looked at Chu Fengmian and shouted angrily.
He gathered his spiritual power and suddenly took action. In the void, countless ink paintings suddenly appeared.
The ink turned into ferocious beasts and suddenly rushed towards Chu Fengmian.
The other three peak saints also took action at the same time, blasting out their spiritual power one after another and blasting towards Chu Fengmian.
The four of them united to try to defeat Chu Fengmian.
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
Chu Fengmian snorted coldly, with disdain in his eyes. His mind moved, and the power in his hands became even more powerful.
With one palm fall, these four people joined forces and used countless martial arts skills to be destroyed and suppressed.
The strength of the four of them together is far inferior to that of Zhao Wudi, and now they are still trying to compete with Chu Fengmian.
He was ruthlessly suppressed by Chu Fengmian.
The huge spiritual power oppressed the bodies of the four of them, causing all four of them to kneel on the ground.
"I can kill even half-step warriors in the life and death realm, but you old guys want to compete with me and threaten me?"
Chu Fengmian looked at the four people with cold eyes, and with a movement of his palm, a black spiritual power condensed out.
This black spiritual power suddenly turned into four seals of life and death, and was engraved deep into the hearts of the four of them.
"Don't even think about it...!"
The ink-and-wash saint resisted vigorously. Before he finished speaking, his expression changed instantly and became extremely respectful.
Under these seals of life and death, their minds will directly change, and they will surrender to Chu Fengmian wholeheartedly, unable to resist.
"We are willing to surrender, young master."
The four people said in unison, their expressions were extremely respectful.
Seeing Chu Fengmian subduing these four peak saints so easily, the Sword Slayer Lord was stunned.
This level of strength was simply beyond his imagination.
"These four people are left to you. I am going to Beimang College. You will be responsible for countless things from now on."
After subduing the four people, Chu Fengmian spoke directly to the Swordslayer Lord. Before the Swordslayer Lord could reply, Chu Fengmian's figure had disappeared into the void.
