Chapter 46: The Divine Flame of the Radiant Sun

Scorching flames incinerated everything in their path.

The moment Fu Wangtian struck, he unleashed the Divine Sunfire, intending to kill Chu Feng in a single blow. His aim was simple—if Chu Feng wisely wrote a letter of separation, he would spare his life for the time being. But if the man remained obstinate and chose to seek his own death, so be it. One word sufficed: death.

As the fire erupted, Xiang Yutian, standing aside, had already turned deathly pale with fear.

This was the power of a mighty cultivator at the Convergence Realm.

It was overwhelming—if this flame even grazed him, he would be reduced to ashes in an instant, leaving not even a trace behind.

Though Chu Feng had embarrassed him, he was still the Supreme Elder of the Supreme Mystery Dao Sect. If he were to be killed within their sect, it would be a tremendous blow, one he could not bear to witness.

Worry gnawed at his heart. After all, Chu Feng had come with the cultivation of the peak Spirit Transformation Realm; perhaps he could evade this blow.

The flames descended.

Yet Chu Feng showed no fear—instead, his eyes brimmed with disdain.

“Fu Wangtian, you should not have come. True, your Emperor Clan, the Jiang family, is formidable beyond measure, and I am indeed no match for it at present. But you are not included in that.”

“To kill me? You are far from capable.”

“Late Convergence Realm?”

Chu Feng raised his hand and struck with his palm.

Dragon-Subduing Palm.

But this time, it was not a single golden dragon; over a hundred golden dragons surged forth, launching themselves at Fu Wangtian and his Divine Sunfire.

Wherever the dragons swept, the Divine Sunfire was extinguished in its entirety.

Yet the dragons’ power did not diminish in the least.

They continued their onslaught toward Fu Wangtian.

Seeing his Divine Sunfire snuffed out before his eyes, Fu Wangtian’s expression changed drastically. He lost his composure, barely managing to react before the dragons struck.

He hastily swung his fists to counter the golden dragons’ assault.

The Divine Sunfire was one of the thirty-three sacred fires under heaven and earth.

The technique he now wielded was the Jiang family’s Heaven Sovereign-level fist art—the Shennong Three Fists.

Though it was but three punches, its power was formidable.

With a single punch, over a dozen golden dragons were blasted apart.

Chu Feng’s eyes flashed with interest.

This fist technique was impressive.

But how would it compare to his Dragon-Subduing Palm?

Perhaps it was no more than this. After all, his Dragon-Subduing Palm was an immortal-grade art, and he had mastered it to perfection.

One palm could summon hundreds of golden dragons.

Shennong Three Fists.

It could bring victory, but also defeat.

In the end, it was only three punches.

After the three punches, nearly a hundred golden dragons remained, crashing ruthlessly into Fu Wangtian. He was sent flying like a ragdoll.

Blood spurted from his mouth.

Wiping the blood from his lips, Fu Wangtian glared at Chu Feng and snarled, “You dare strike me? Do you know who I am? I am—”

Before he could finish, Chu Feng flashed before him and kicked him squarely, cursing, “Why waste words? Do I need a reason to kill you?”

“I don’t care who you are! So what if you’re a vassal of the Jiang family? Even if you were their direct descendant, if you fell into my hands, I’d kill you all the same.”

Bang!

A palm landed directly on Fu Wangtian’s chest.

His heart shattered on the spot.

He died instantly.

Off to the side, Xiang Yutian was so terrified his soul nearly left his body. This was a man from the Jiang family, the imperial clan of the Eastern Wasteland—snuffing them out was as easy as crushing an ant.

If the imperial Jiang family learned that their man had died within the Supreme Mystery Dao Sect, the sect would surely face annihilation.

As sect master, he would be the first to die.

“Supreme Elder, you… you killed him!”

Chu Feng replied calmly, “Did I kill anyone? I know nothing of it.”

“Remember, this man was never here in our Supreme Mystery Dao Sect.”

“But—?” Xiang Yutian forced a bitter smile.

Chu Feng interrupted, “Do you want to die, or do you want our sect destroyed?”

“You are absolutely right, Supreme Elder!” Xiang Yutian shivered and replied at once.

Suddenly, as if recalling something, Xiang Yutian stared at Chu Feng in disbelief. “Supreme Elder, your strength—?”

If he remembered correctly, Fu Wangtian was a mighty cultivator at the Convergence Realm, yet was slain by Chu Feng as easily as crushing an ant.

This completely overturned his understanding of the world.

Chu Feng scoffed, “Just a Convergence Realm cultivator, nothing more.”

Shaken, Xiang Yutian departed.

Only then did Chu Feng examine his spoils of war.

The loot from a Convergence Mighty One was bound to be generous.

Indeed, it was a rare bounty—a treasure trove of spirit stones and magical items.

And as Chu Feng disposed of Fu Wangtian’s corpse, he discovered that though the body had turned to ash, a cluster of flame remained.

A thought flashed through his mind—he instantly understood the origin of this flame. It was the very fire Fu Wangtian had wielded against him earlier.

With a wave of his hand, the flame flew into his grasp.

Yet just as Chu Feng was about to seize control of it, the flame suddenly leapt from his palm like a startled fawn, fleeing in panic.

A flame in hand—how could he let it escape?

Chu Feng immediately gave chase.

But he had underestimated the Divine Sunfire.

Throughout the myriad worlds, each of the thirty-three sacred fires was born of heaven and earth, possessing unimaginable might, with the power to rival the flames of an Immortal Emperor.

Of course, once refined, their power would be diminished.

The Divine Sunfire in Fu Wangtian’s hands was only somewhat stronger than that of an ordinary Convergence cultivator.

Yet these sacred fires, when refined, brought great benefits—not only did their wielders grow powerful, but if they ascended to immortality, the sacred fire could evolve into immortal flame, or even take human form.

Even so, who would willingly be refined, controlled, and enslaved? Now, with its previous master dead and freedom regained, why would it submit to a new master?

If not now, then when should it flee?

In the blink of an eye, it had escaped the Supreme Mystery Dao Sect.

Had this been earlier, Chu Feng truly could not have caught the Divine Sunfire.

But with the system’s reward, he now possessed the art of Soaring Rainbow.

His speed was unmatched—he caught up in an instant.

In less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, he overtook the Divine Sunfire and seized it once more.

The flame tried to break free again.

But this time, Chu Feng was prepared—how could he allow it to escape so easily?

Circulating his spiritual power, he gripped the flame tightly. No matter how it struggled, it could not break away.

After a brief struggle, Chu Feng’s patience snapped.

He said coldly, “Divine Sunfire, I know you possess sentience and intelligence. I’ll give you two choices: submit and be refined by me—when I ascend, you can evolve into immortal flame, even take human form. Or, I’ll destroy you completely right now.”

“If I, Chu Feng, cannot have you, then no one else will.”