Dragon God Supreme

"Hall Master Yi Qingyun of the Heavenly Fight Holy Temple!"

Seeing who it was, Donghuang Wuji and Soul Extinction were extremely shocked.

This was a genuine Saint Emperor powerhouse!

Yi Qingyun actually came out to protect Feng Wuchen. Could it be that he was a subordinate force of the Dragon God Holy Temple?

When Soul Extinction and the others had just arrived in the North Domain, they were in the Nanxuan Realm, and they had learned quite a lot about the major forces of the Nanxuan Realm.

The existence of Yi Qingyun was definitely a resounding name in the Nanxuan Realm.

"So it’s actually the Hall Master of the Heavenly Fight Holy Temple of the Nanxuan Realm!"

"Who on earth is Feng Wuchen? He actually dares to protect him even at the risk of becoming an enemy of the Supreme Holy Temple."

"Hall Master Yi Qingyun personally stepped out. This Feng Wuchen’s identity is definitely not simple. Looks like we all underestimated him."

The appearance of Yi Qingyun took many cultivators by surprise and terrified them at the same time, and made them even more curious about Feng Wuchen’s identity.

Feng Wuchen glanced at the Underworld King, who was so frightened he had knelt, and thought to himself, "Seems the Underworld King is his man."

The appearance of Yi Qingyun did not surprise Feng Wuchen.

Within a quarter of an hour, Yi Qingyun really rushed over.

"Yi Qingyun! You dare make a move on me! I’ll have my grandfather wipe out your Heavenly Fight Holy Temple!" the heavily injured Jiang Shuihan roared, completely losing his mind.

"What the hell do you count as?" Yi Qingyun swept Jiang Shuihan with a contemptuous glance.

Yi Qingyun respectfully looked toward Feng Wuchen, just about to speak, but was cut off by Dongfang Zhan.

With a gloomy face, Dongfang Zhan bellowed angrily, "Yi Qingyun! If you interfere today, the Supreme Holy Temple won’t mind going to war with your Heavenly Fight Holy Temple!"

"Then let Dongfang He give the order. The Heavenly Fight Holy Temple is ready for war anytime!" Yi Qingyun answered domineeringly, without the slightest hesitation.

"I’m going to kill this brat right now. If you’ve got the guts, try touching me!" Dongfang Zhan shouted angrily, striding step by step toward Feng Wuchen, a blade of Qi condensing in his right hand.

"Try taking that fifth step," Yi Qingyun frowned slightly, a flash of vicious killing intent in his eyes.

Dongfang Zhan ignored Yi Qingyun’s killing intent and directly took that fifth step. He didn’t believe Yi Qingyun would really dare make a move on him.

But just as Dongfang Zhan stepped out that fifth step, Yi Qingyun struck.

In front of Feng Wuchen, Yi Qingyun had to be overbearing and forceful.

"Boom!"

"Pff!"

In the blink of an eye, with a deafening boom, Dongfang Zhan spewed a mouthful of blood, his body shooting out like a cannonball, piercing through a large swath of buildings in the city.

Yi Qingyun’s speed was terrifying to the extreme; no one saw how he struck.

"Uncle!"

"My lord!"

Jiang Shuihan and the Saint Monarch powerhouses of the Supreme Holy Temple were shocked out of their wits.

"A mere Eight-star Saint Monarch, and you dare threaten me? You don’t know life from death!" Yi Qingyun said coldly, "In the Supreme Holy Temple, only Dongfang He is qualified to speak to me. What the hell do you count as?"

Yi Qingyun actually dared to strike. Was he really not afraid of becoming an enemy of the Supreme Holy Temple?

Who on earth was Feng Wuchen?

That Yi Qingyun would rather offend the Supreme Holy Temple to protect him.

"Buzz buzz!"

"Boom!"

From within the ruins of the buildings, a terrifying power erupted madly. Right after a loud boom, Dongfang Zhan shot into the sky, killing intent soaring.

"Yi Qingyun!" Dongfang Zhan roared in a frenzy.

"Subordinate Yi Qingyun pays his respects to my lord!" Yi Qingyun cupped his fists and bowed respectfully to Feng Wuchen, completely ignoring Dongfang Zhan’s fury.

"My lord?" The enraged Dongfang Zhan’s eyes instantly widened, and his towering rage was snuffed out in an instant.

"Boom!"

The Underworld King felt as if struck by a bolt from the blue. The last sliver of hope in the depths of his heart shattered completely the moment he saw Yi Qingyun bow respectfully.

The Underworld King’s pale face was filled with nothing but fear and despair.

As soon as Yi Qingyun spoke, Tianxuan City instantly fell silent, not a sound to be heard.

Everyone’s faces were filled with utter bewilderment.

Yi Qingyun actually addressed Feng Wuchen as "my lord"!

A shock like Mars crashing into Earth!

Everyone present had thought Feng Wuchen was someone from the Heavenly Fight Holy Temple, but no one had expected that Feng Wuchen’s background would be even more terrifying than Yi Qingyun’s.

Even Yi Qingyun had to be deferential and respectfully call him "my lord"!

He was basically the immediate superior!

No wonder Yi Qingyun ignored the threat of the Supreme Holy Temple and insisted on protecting Feng Wuchen.

With his direct superior here, would Yi Qingyun dare not protect him?

Who on earth was Feng Wuchen?

Everyone grew more and more curious in their hearts, even starting to feel fear.

The extreme shock on Jiang Yihu and Jiang Shuihan’s faces gradually turned into terror as fear crept into their hearts.

But if Feng Wuchen really had such an identity, why hadn’t they heard of it?

They had never heard that the Heavenly Fight Holy Temple had someone like Feng Wuchen.

"Yi Qingyun actually calls him ’my lord’? How is this possible?" After being stunned for a long time, Dongfang Zhan finally snapped back to his senses.

Feng Wuchen glanced at the respectful Yi Qingyun and asked coldly, "Was the Underworld King sent by you?"

"Yes! Because I had some family matters to deal with, I sent the Underworld King to receive my lord," Yi Qingyun nodded respectfully, intense panic surging in his heart, cold sweat pouring down his back. He was already certain the Underworld King had offended Feng Wuchen.

At this moment, Yi Qingyun truly wished he could chop the Underworld King up and feed him to the dogs.

"Repeat everything you said just now, word for word, for your master to hear," Feng Wuchen swept the Underworld King with a cold glance.

"How to deal with you, let your master decide himself." Feng Wuchen cast a cold glance at Yi Qingyun.

"Yes, my lord!" Yi Qingyun accepted the order respectfully, then strode toward the despairing Underworld King like a berserk beast.

"You’ve really let me down," Yi Qingyun roared through gritted teeth, "I told you over and over to treat him well, but you just had to harm me. What exactly did you say? Speak!"

In terror and despair, the Underworld King repeated, word for word, everything he had said earlier.

After listening, Yi Qingyun instantly exploded with rage, his eyes bloodshot, killing intent surging to the heavens.

"My lord, spare my life! Your subordinate knows his mistake!" The Underworld King kowtowed repeatedly in terror, begging for mercy, his pleading gaze fixed on Feng Wuchen.

Feng Wuchen’s expression remained indifferent, ignoring the Underworld King’s existence.

Feng Wuchen had already given him a chance, but the Underworld King hadn’t cherished it.

"Boom!"

"Pff!"

Yi Qingyun kicked out, and with a loud boom, his terrifying power severely injured the Underworld King in an instant.

"From today on, you are no longer the Underworld King of the Heavenly Fight Holy Temple!" Yi Qingyun shouted angrily, then grabbed through the air. The heavily injured Underworld King was sucked over.

"Boom!"

"Pff!"

Yi Qingyun blasted another punch forward, shaking the Underworld King into spewing blood once more, directly abolishing his Qi Sea.

"Killing you would be too easy on you. You actually dared overstep your station and offend and insult my lord. I want you to spend the rest of your life living in fear and regret!" Yi Qingyun roared, then crushed the bones in the Underworld King’s hand and tossed him away.

The Underworld King instantly turned into a pile of mud; with his Qi Sea destroyed, he was already a cripple.

"Gulp..."

Watching Yi Qingyun cripple the Underworld King from start to finish, everyone felt their scalps go numb and couldn’t help swallowing their fearful saliva.

Jiang Yihu and Jiang Shuihan were so frightened their whole bodies trembled.

The power of a Saint Emperor was just this terrifying; dealing with a Saint Monarch was as easy as crushing an ant.

Too ruthless!

"Is my lord satisfied?" Yi Qingyun looked to Feng Wuchen and asked respectfully.

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