"Chu Fengmian, you can be arrogant when you're young, but arrogance will only lead to your own destruction."
Saint Shui Mo said in a deep voice after hearing Chu Fengmian's words.
"Our Martial Victory Academy is an ally of the four sects. I can't accept this condition."
"Ally? Saint Shui Mo, aren't these words a little too fake coming from your mouth? "
The corners of Chu Fengmian's mouth curled into a smile as he spoke with assurance.
"The Martial Victory Academy and the four sects have always been fighting both openly and secretly. If I take this opportunity to kill these people, it will only benefit the Martial Victory Academy and remove a huge threat."
"Saint Shui Mo should know what I'm thinking."
"Alright, I promise you that I won't stop you from killing these people from the Candle Flame Sect."
Saint Shui Mo thought for a while, then took a step back and agreed to Chu Fengmian's request.
Indeed, as Chu Fengmian said, the Martial Victory Academy and the four sects were not allies. They were fighting both openly and secretly, and they couldn't wait to destroy each other.
He didn't want to offend Chu Fengmian to protect these people from the Candle Flame Sect. Killing these people would weaken the Candle Flame Sect, and it would also be beneficial to them.
Hearing Saint Shui Mo's answer, the faces of the Candle Flame Sect's disciples changed drastically, as if their death was near.
As for Yan Mang, after hearing Saint Shui Mo's answer, he turned around and turned into a streak of light, trying to escape.
"Trying to escape?"
Chu Fengmian sneered, looking at Yan Mang. He activated the Abundant Lush Stele in his hand again, and it turned into a streak of light that shot towards Yan Mang at a speed ten thousand times faster than Yan Mang.
In an instant, Yan Mang was killed by Chu Fengmian.
His vitality was completely devoured by Chu Fengmian, and the Candle Flame Sect's disciples couldn't escape Chu Fengmian's palm even if they wanted to.
"Boom! Boom! "
Chu Fengmian's palm killed countless Candle Flame Sect's disciples, and their vitality was completely devoured by Chu Fengmian.
"I've already agreed to your first condition. Chu Fengmian, you are also responsible for today's havoc in the Martial Victory Academy, so you must make up for your mistakes for the academy."
Saint Shui Mo looked at Chu Fengmian and said.
"Currently, the new Six Nations War is about to begin. Our Martial Victory Academy will also participate with the Martial Victory Nation. You must go and kill the experts from the other five nations."
"You've killed three Saints today. You must kill three Saints and one hundred Wind Resisting Realm warriors from the other five nations as compensation."
The War of the Six Nations was a war that took place every thirty years between the six nations, including the Victorious Martial Nation. The experts would kill each other and plunder resources.
Every time the six nations went to war, countless experts would be born from the sea of blood. This was a method to nurture experts, and it was also a form of competition.
An expert could only grow by going through countless battles. The war between the six nations was the best tempering.
Body Refining Realm martial artists, Spirit Sea Realm martial artists, Wind Controlling Realm martial artists, and even Saints.
These were the fighting forces of the six nations. Today, Chu Fengmian had killed three Saints, and the Victorious Martial Country had lost a large portion of their fighting forces. Therefore, the condition today was that Chu Fengmian had to participate in the battle.
"Participate in the War of the Six Nations, kill three Saints, and one hundred Wind Controlling Realm warriors? No problem. "
Chu Fengmian smiled and said. This condition didn't matter to him.
Chu Fengmian had heard of the War of the Six Nations. He had originally planned to participate and fight for the Victorious Martial Country. Chu Fengmian didn't have such thoughts. However, the War of the Six Nations could bring him countless benefits, and he could plunder the enemy nation's resources at will.
This made Chu Fengmian very tempted. Now that he had used up all the resources and elixirs in order to break through, he needed to replenish some and continue accumulating for his future cultivation.
"As long as you agree to my second condition, I'll help you kill five Saints."
Chu Fengmian laughed heartily and increased the number of people by two.
"Are you serious?"
Saint Shui Mo's eyes lit up when he heard this.
Victorious Wushuang Country was the weaker country among the six countries. Normally, only high-level Saints could kill the Saints of Victorious Wushuang.
How many high-level Saints were there in the entire Victorious Martial Country? They could be counted with one hand.
People like Chu Fengmian, who didn't have a high cultivation level but had the strength to kill Saints, were the most terrifying. They wouldn't attract attention, but they were enough to kill Saints.
Saint Shui Mo said again.
"What other conditions do you have? Tell me."
"My second condition is very simple. Kill him."
Chu Fengmian's eyes turned cold as he pointed at Zhi Lingtian, who was kneeling beside him.
Chu Fengmian didn't have the habit of cutting weeds without removing the roots. Zhi Lingtian was a genius with great fortune. Chu Fengmian wasn't that stupid to let him develop freely.
Chu Fengmian had to kill him even if he didn't want to.
"Impossible!"
"Chu Fengmian, you're delusional!"
Lei Che and Cheng Xiantian said angrily.
"The Crown Prince is the successor of the next Mansion Master. We won't let you kill him!"
"Chu Fengmian, don't push your luck!"
"This is the only condition. It's impossible to change."
Chu Fengmian's eyes were resolute. Zhi Lingtian must die today. This was Chu Fengmian's decision, and no one could change it.
"Founder Ancestor, save me!"
Zhi Lingtian begged on the ground.
"As long as you save me today, I'm willing to work for Wusheng Academy from now on. I'm even willing to be a slave."
Zhi Lingtian didn't want to die. A peerless genius like him was even more afraid of death. He had countless achievements, and he was only one step away from breaking through the Divine Power Realm and becoming a Saint.
It was precisely because of this that he would rather be a slave than die. Saint Shui Mo began to ponder as he bitterly begged. Then, he spoke in a deep voice.
"Chu Fengmian, change your condition."
Saint Shui Mo raised his eyebrows. He glanced at Zhi Lingtian and then looked at Chu Fengmian.
"He's a genius nurtured by our Wusheng Academy. He won't be at your mercy. Change your condition."
Under the current circumstances, if they saved Zhi Lingtian, Zhi Lingtian would definitely serve the Wusheng Academy wholeheartedly. A Saint willing to be a slave was much more useful than someone who couldn't be controlled like Chu Fengmian.
The price of sacrificing Zhi Lingtian to fulfill Chu Fengmian's condition was too great.
"Then there's nothing to talk about. He must die today. Even if you want to stop him, you can't!"
Chu Fengmian's eyes turned cold, and his killing intent erupted again. Chu Fengmian didn't have any friendship with Saint Shui Mo.
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