Chapter 137, Chu Ming Isn’t Dead?

Words : 1314 Updated : Sep 17th, 2025

Unfolding in Chapter 137 of "Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor": Chapter 137: Chapter 137, Chu Ming Isn’t Dead?"A Demon Dao Martial Artist of the True... Keep reading!

Chapter 137: Chapter 137, Chu Ming Isn’t Dead?"A Demon Dao Martial Artist of the True Dao Fifth Layer?" Chu Ming’s heart moved slightly. Using the counterforce, he lightly stepped in the air several times. The Blue Red Sword in his hand stabbed horizontally, the sword light flowing like dark night water, silent and stealthy. Buzz buzz buzz! The Blood-clothed Martial Artist slashed horizontally with his Blood Saber, shooting out sword aura. In an instant, it deflected Chu Ming’s Blue Red Sword. He took two steps combined into one, appeared in front of Chu Ming in an instant, with layers of illusions around. The Blood Saber in his hand turned into a scarlet ribbon, sweeping all the Spiritual Power in the surrounding space completely clean. The sword aura was thick with blood qi. This Blood-clothed Martial Artist practiced the Killing Blade Technique, which, once executed, must result in a kill. Moreover, the blood qi on his body would affect a Martial Artist’s state of mind. If an ordinary Martial Artist faced him, their strength would be suppressed by at least twenty percent. Although Chu Ming had comprehended Slaughter Sword Intent and had considerable power, he was ultimately only at the Transcendence Realm, having not reached the True Dao Realm. In terms of Spiritual Power reserves, he was far inferior to the Blood-clothed Martial Artist. "Shadow Splitting Thousand Break Slash!" Chu Ming swung his sword, red and black light intertwined, quickly flowing in the air. Slaughter Sword Force burst out, sparks flying, resembling a rain of fire scattering. Air waves surged, absorbing all the surrounding Spiritual Power! Chu Ming’s sword was like a divine stroke, akin to antelope hanging horns, stirring layers of air waves amidst the dark night water. "Blood Crow Slash!" The Blood-clothed Martial Artist put away his contempt, sword force exploded. After all, he was a True Dao Martial Artist who had comprehended Sword Intent. Amidst the turbulent Spiritual Power in the air, it turned into a blood-colored crow, emitting a sharp cry, rushing towards Chu Ming’s sword blade! Puff puff puff... Chu Ming felt a huge force coming, his chest hit heavily, his figure flying back. A thin line of blood appeared on his chest. If he had been slower for a fraction of a second, his life would have been over. "Good kid, quite strong!" The Blood-clothed Martial Artist sneered coldly. In reality, he was extremely shocked. His strength was considered outstanding among the True Dao Fifth Layer. But at this moment, a Martial Artist of the Transcendence Realm could barely block him. How formidable would he be when he broke through to the True Dao Realm? Chu Ming calmed the boiling blood qi in his chest, looked coldly at the Blood-clothed Martial Artist, thinking in his heart, now he was definitely not the opponent! "Damn it, I’ve been deceived!!" A flash of terror appeared in the Blood-clothed Martial Artist’s eyes. Then he saw a Flame Arrow in the sky, swinging its tail, illuminating half the sky. The Flame Arrow came fiercely, containing extremely violent Spiritual Power. A drop in the sky would create a black pit in the basin. For a moment, everyone in the basin was astonished, staring at the Flame Arrow. "Burning Fire, what are you doing!?" Qingyang Zi’s eyes shrank. Suddenly, he saw Chu Ming’s figure under the Flame Arrow. His eyes filled with anger, veins bulging. At this moment, it was completely too late to intercept the Flame Arrow. In his opinion, it was nearly impossible for Chu Ming to dodge a Guiyuan Realm strike. "Hehehe, I just saw the remnants of the Blood Hand Association and forgot that Chu Ming was also beside. Damn it!" Burning Fire Daoist put on a regretful face. But his heart bloomed with joy. Initially, he wanted to use the Blood-clothed Martial Artist to kill Chu Ming, but unexpectedly, the Blood-clothed Martial Artist still couldn’t kill Chu Ming in time. Fearing that Qingyang Zi would discover the Blood-clothed Martial Artist and help Chu Ming, he immediately launched an attack, using the guise of killing the Blood-clothed Martial Artist to eliminate Chu Ming as well. In his view, this plan was nearly flawless. "Such a talented individual, but a pity he’s not from Burning Fire Valley. Then he can only die!" Burning Fire Daoist silently said in his heart, eyes resembling two suns sinking. Without seeing Chu Ming’s death with his own eyes, he couldn’t be at peace. "You...you!!!" Qingyang Zi’s face turned red, unable to speak under Burning Fire Daoist’s pressure. His heart was bleeding. In his view, Chu Ming’s talent far surpassed his. Chu Ming was destined to become a Guiyuan Realm powerhouse in the future and lead Cyan Yang Sect to a new peak. "You forced me!!!" Qingyang Zi’s rationality was fading. His fingers clenched tightly, green fingertips like raindrops falling from the sky, resonating with breaking sounds. All Martial Artists in the sky looked up, not knowing what was happening! But before the True Dao Elders of Burning Fire Valley could look up, their heads were pierced by these raindrop-like green fingertips, annihilating them completely. In just a moment, half of Burning Fire Valley’s Elders were dead, the scene extremely tragic! "What are you doing!!!" Burning Fire Daoist’s eyes froze, looking at the river of blood below, still not reacting. True Dao Martial Artists were too fragile before Guiyuan Martial Artists, frighteningly weak. Qingyang Zi’s single strike was enough to kill half of Burning Fire Valley’s Elders! Boom! At this moment, the Flame Arrow fell in the dense forest a thousand meters away from the basin, sweeping the sky with shocking air waves, dyeing the entire sky red. The scorching temperature didn’t stop, igniting a roaring fire in the forest. Countless flames swept around, several neighboring Martial Artists were engulfed, turned to ashes by the serpent of flames. "All of you, stop!!" As Qingyang Zi was about to attack again, a loud shout came from not far behind, where three formidable figures approached. They were three ancestors of other sects. At this moment, not only was Extremity Scatterer’s face gloomy, but Celestial Star Daoist was also dark-faced, because the two’s reckless attacks had swept over Martial Artists from other three sects, causing considerable casualties. "Look at yourselves, behaving like children. How can this be considered worthy of ancestors’ status?" Hong Ling Daoist unemotionally reprimanded them. Secretly, she felt Burning Fire Daoist’s actions were admirable. Celestial Star Sect had Liu Lin, Martial Extreme Sect had Zhuang Qing, Cyan Yang Sect had Chu Ming, but Cyan Nether Mountain’s Zuo Pengfei was now far from his previous standing in Great Yan Kingdom. Now, with Chu Ming’s death, Cyan Yang Sect’s state would be like Cyan Nether Mountain’s, which she desired to see. "Should I kill all the geniuses of Cyan Nether Mountain?" Qingyang Zi’s face darkened, eyes bursting with cold light, full of grievances. Upon hearing this, Hong Ling Daoist immediately shut up. Usually, Guiyuan Realm Martial Artists had their pride and didn’t bully juniors, given they weren’t forced into desperation. Once truly driven into desperation, they would indeed do anything. Now, Qingyang Zi seemed desperate, speaking further would be unwise! "Chu Ming might still be alive." Celestial Star Daoist said flatly. Martial Artists believed in a concept of fortune, varying in size. Each person had their own fortune, which wasn’t entirely luck but deeply connected to it. Real prodigies often had stronger fortune than ordinary Martial Artists. Therefore, they frequently survived dangers, progressing further on their martial path. Though Chu Ming wasn’t the top prodigy in the Celestial Realm, he stood at the pinnacle in Great Yan Kingdom. Such individuals typically had exceptionally strong fortune! Upon hearing this, Qingyang Zi’s eyes moved slightly. A formidable soul power spread from him, enveloping a thousand meters completely. Simultaneously, streams of Spiritual Power searched intensively in the blazing forest.

Chapter 137, Chu Ming Isn’t Dead?

Comments (0)