Dragon God Supreme

"Oh really? Count them."

The middle-aged man crossed his arms, completely ignoring Feng Wuchen’s threat.

"This kid can make my power vanish mysteriously; he must have some powerful artifact on him," the man speculated inwardly, but he never would have thought Feng Wuchen’s cultivation surpassed his own.

"Yang protector, you seem to know him, are you acquainted? He hurt you, do you mind if I kill him?" Feng Wuchen asked, looking at Yang Zi Lan.

"I don’t mind," Yang Zi Lan shook his head and said, "but it might bring big trouble to the Dragon God Holy Temple. His name is Wu Qi, the Grand Commander of the Martial Soul Holy Palace; their power is no less than the Dragon God Holy Temple. The three traitors of the Dragon God Clan are protected by the Martial Soul Holy Palace, preventing the ancestor from dealing with them."

"As long as you don’t mind." Feng Wuchen replied nonchalantly, dismissing the Martial Soul Holy Palace entirely.

Feng Wuchen’s answer stunned Yang Zi Lan.

Did Feng Wuchen really believe he could take down an Eight-Star Saint Emperor?

Moreover, Wu Qi was no ordinary Eight-Star Saint Emperor.

In Yang Zi Lan’s impression, Feng Wuchen wasn’t someone arrogant or boasting.

With cold eyes cast upon Wu Qi, Feng Wuchen threatened icily, "I don’t care who you are, if you dare harm my wife, you’re doomed!"

"Your wife is in my hands, try if you dare. I want to see what you’re capable of." Wu Qi sneered condescendingly.

"You said it yourself, don’t regret it later." Feng Wuchen smirked, murder already in his heart.

Ling Xiaoxiao was Feng Wuchen’s reverse scale; anyone who dared touch her would die.

"Ice Emperor senior, lend me your power." Feng Wuchen transmitted his voice.

"You can’t withstand my power, let me control your body!" the Ice Emperor’s voice echoed.

With those words, Feng Wuchen’s aura changed dramatically, bursting forth with a terrifying destructive presence as if from the primordial times, riveting the hearts of those around.

"What?" Feeling this extreme dread-inducing aura, Wu Qi’s expression changed drastically.

"How is this possible? This aura is far more terrifying than the Hall Master’s! How could such a power exist in the Holy Realm?" Wu Qi’s heart was gripped with utmost fear.

The Martial Soul Holy Palace’s Hall Master’s strength was strong, though not weaker than Long Shi Hun.

Yet Feng Wuchen’s aura was several times more horrifying than the Martial Soul Holy Palace’s Hall Master!

An overwhelming sense of regret surged within.

In that instant, Wu Qi was weighed down, powerless, kneeling automatically, as if the heavens and earth were suppressing him, making breathing difficult.

Just with aura alone, Wu Qi was defeated—what kind of terrifying presence was this?

Wu Qi was scared out of his wits, never before having felt such a terrifying pressure.

He was afraid! He was utterly unable to resist!

"Supreme, he..." Yang Zi Lan was dumbfounded, her pale face filled with shock, terror, and disbelief.

How could Feng Wuchen possess such a terrifying aura?

Was this really Feng Wuchen?

Absolutely not! Yang Zi Lan was sure this wasn’t Feng Wuchen!

Feng Wuchen walked over step by step, terrifying Wu Qi to the point of trembling, nearly having a heart attack.

With a gesture, Wu Qi was sucked over.

"Who... who exactly are you?" Wu Qi asked fearfully, his face ashen, his body unable to move.

Looking at the terrified Wu Qi, Feng Wuchen sneered and asked, "What’s wrong? What’s with the fear on your face? Where’s your boldness from earlier? Where did it all go?"

Amidst the fear, Wu Qi waved his hand, and Ling Xiaoxiao and the other three appeared out of thin air, though already frozen in ice.

"Sir! I know I’m wrong, please... please don’t kill me. They are all here, I haven’t harmed them one bit. I beg you to spare my life." Wu Qi pleaded in terror.

"Now you realize your mistake? What were you doing when given the chance? It’s too late to beg now!" Feng Wuchen spoke coldly, each word containing chilling murderous intent.

Feng Wuchen extended his finger, lightly pressing on Wu Qi’s forehead.

The overpowering Ice Soul Ancestor’s power instantly spread.

The entire ice mountain trembled and began to melt gently, while all ice attribute powers slowly converged.

"What terrifying ice attribute power, controlling the entire Wuji Snow Mountain. The ice attribute power within me seems so scared." Yang Zi Lan’s face was aghast, never having seen such a frightening scene.

"What kind of ice attribute power is this?" Wu Qi’s heart trembled with fear; his internal ice attribute power was utterly suppressed, unable to be activated, as if sealed.

This was the Ice Soul Ancestor’s suppression; any ice attribute before the Ice Soul Ancestor was inferior.

"Sir, don’t kill me, please don’t kill me, I don’t want to die. Sir, I beg you, I’ll do anything you desire." Wu Qi desperately shouted in despair, pleading for his life.

"You’re not qualified." Feng Wuchen replied mercilessly.

"Zilan, save me, save me!" Wu Qi looked towards Yang Zi Lan, seeking help in terror and despair.

Yang Zi Lan remained indifferent. Feng Wuchen wanted to kill him, and she wasn’t qualified to intervene.

Because Feng Wuchen was Supreme!

The Ice Soul Ancestor spread, and Wu Qi’s forehead instantly froze, the chilling cold spreading within his head, with pain only Wu Qi knew.

It quickly spread throughout Wu Qi’s body in plain sight.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Qi had turned into an ice sculpture.

Unlike other ice sculptures, once they melted, the practitioner might still be alive.

But Wu Qi was completely dead.

Wu Qi never imagined he’d meet such a grim fate on Wuji Snow Mountain today!

Yang Zi Lan was utterly stunned.

With just a light touch, Feng Wuchen killed an Eight-Star Saint Emperor in an instant, controlling all ice attribute powers of the massive Wuji Snow Mountain, and able to forcibly suppress a Saint Emperor’s ice attribute power.

What terrifying ice attribute power was this?

Following Wu Qi’s death, the Ice Emperor’s power vanished instantly.

Feng Wuchen then helped Yang Zi Lan up and gave her a healing pill.

"Supreme Lord, the power you used earlier..." Yang Zi Lan asked fearfully, still immensely shocked.

"Secret." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly.

"Understood!" Yang Zi Lan nodded blankly.

"Boom!"

With a thought, the Pure World Strange Soul Fire was activated, quickly melting the ice attribute power encasing Ling Xiaoxiao and the others.

"Brother Feng!"

"Big Brother Feng!"

Upon seeing Feng Wuchen, Ling Xiaoxiao and the four were both shocked and overjoyed.

"Wife, Qingqing, Lan Yue, are you alright?" Feng Wuchen asked with a smile, knowing the four were merely frozen but unharmed.

Ling Xiaoxiao, full of joy, shook her head with a smile and said, "We’re all fine."

"Master, how is your injury? Where’s Wu Qi?" Ling Xiaoxiao and the others asked worriedly.

"Not a problem, thanks to Supreme Lord arriving in time; Wu Qi was killed by him," Yang Zi Lan shook her head slightly and smiled.

"What?" The four were shocked.

Did Feng Wuchen kill Wu Qi?

Yang Zi Lan couldn’t even match him, did Feng Wuchen have that ability?

Ling Xiaoxiao and the four absolutely couldn’t believe it.

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