Dragon God Supreme

"Damn it! Take him!"

Su Qingfeng couldn’t endure it anymore. Even knowing they weren’t his match, he still had to step up!

The two of them roared in fury, stomped the ground, and simultaneously burst forward.

"Swoosh!"

Zhu Yang let out a cold sneer, his figure abruptly flickering out of sight. When he reappeared, he was already behind the two of them.

Su Qingfeng and Xiang Changjue’s faces changed drastically.

Zhu Yang’s speed completely outstripped theirs!

"Bang! Bang!"

Zhu Yang drove both elbows back to attack, sending the two of them flying.

"Your speed is way too slow!" Zhu Yang sneered coldly, then shot out ferociously, his figure completely vanishing from sight.

"Saint Essence Bodyguard!" Su Qingfeng and Xiang Changjue roared instinctively, instantly forming energy shields.

Zhu Yang’s speed was too fast; they couldn’t grasp his attack angle at all. Even if Saint Essence Bodyguard couldn’t fully block it, it could at least lessen the damage.

"Hmph! Think you can block me?" Zhu Yang flashed over in an instant, mocking with disdain.

"Boom! Boom!"

"Pfft! Pfft!"

With one punch and one kick from Zhu Yang, their energy shields were like decorations, forcibly shattered. The two of them were blasted away, coughing blood, their bodies shooting out like cannonballs.

Five Saint Emperor Realm experts, dealt with effortlessly.

"Looks like Feng Wuchen isn’t here." Zhu Yang thought darkly. "Fine, if I killed him, we wouldn’t be able to give the Second Elder an explanation."

Though Zhu Yin Kui was a Saint Emperor expert, compared to the Demon Clan’s Second Elder, he was still far inferior.

Even though Zhu Yang was under Zhu Yin Kui’s command, he still didn’t dare defy the Second Elder’s orders.

If Zhu Yin Kui hadn’t been enraged by Lei Ting, Zhu Yang would never have taken action.

"Forget it, just treat this as a greeting gift for Feng Wuchen." Zhu Yang thought to himself, about to turn and leave.

But, the Rakshasa Holy Hall is not a place where Zhu Yang can come and go as he pleases.

Did Feng Wuchen give permission?

Feng Wuchen hasn’t even had his chance to show off yet, and Zhu Yang wants to leave?

"To disturb me while I’m cultivating—that’s a capital crime."

Just as Zhu Yang was about to turn and leave, Feng Wuchen’s icy, anger-laced voice came from the top of the palace.

"Feng Wuchen!" Zhu Yang frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping toward the palace roof.

"Brother Feng!" The severely injured Seven Shouts and the others were overjoyed.

"You injure my people and think you can just walk away? Aren’t you being a bit too naive?" Feng Wuchen suddenly appeared in the plaza, his cold gaze locked onto Zhu Yang.

"I thought you weren’t here." Zhu Yang smiled coldly.

"Brother Feng, he’s called Zhu Yang, from the Demon Clan!" the heavily wounded Xiao Yun shouted.

"You all focus on healing. Leave the rest to me." Feng Wuchen glanced at the five from Seven Shouts and said with a faint smile.

"Feng Wuchen, I heard you only had Saint King Realm cultivation. Even if your cultivation speed is terrifying and you stepped into Saint Monarch in a month, you’re still no match for me. Those five Saint Emperors are all heavily wounded, and that’s me holding back. You really think you can defeat me?" Zhu Yang sneered disdainfully.

Feng Wuchen said coldly, "I hope you can still talk this big in a moment."

"Then by all means, try!" Zhu Yang folded his arms across his chest, smiling with full confidence.

Feng Wuchen had only recently ascended to the Holy Realm yet had already stepped into Saint King Realm; it truly defied common sense.

But Zhu Yang refused to believe that in less than two months, Feng Wuchen could surpass him—an Eight-star Saint Emperor.

"Senior Shui Yan, I need to borrow your power." Feng Wuchen sent a voice transmission, too lazy for nonsense and choosing to let strength speak.

The ancestral power of Shui Yan inside his body was frantically activated. A sky-piercing aura erupted; in an instant, an extremely terrifying power surged out of Feng Wuchen’s body. Golden light shot straight into the heavens, destructive force roaring like a volcanic eruption, seizing the soul.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

The Rakshasa Holy Hall shook violently as terrifying shockwaves howled outward, visible to the naked eye!

"Th-this... how is this possible?" The cold smirk on Zhu Yang’s face instantly froze, replaced by fear and utter disbelief.

"Brother Feng’s power is terrifying!" Seven Shouts couldn’t help but cry out in shock.

"How is this possible?" Xiao Yun and the other four stared wide-eyed, simply unable to believe Feng Wuchen possessed such horrifying power.

In just the blink of an eye, Feng Wuchen’s power broke through the level of a Nine-Star Saint Emperor.

This was clearly the Great Emperor Shui Yan deliberately suppressing the power at this level.

"Isn’t Feng Wuchen Saint King Realm? How did he become a Nine-Star Saint Emperor? That’s impossible! In just one month, it’s absolutely impossible to become a Saint Emperor!" Zhu Yang shook his head in terror, utterly unable to accept it.

Feng Wuchen’s aura had already surged to its peak.

Feng Wuchen lifted his head slightly, his icy gaze sweeping over Zhu Yang as he said, "Your death date has arrived."

"Boom!"

As soon as the words fell, Feng Wuchen suddenly stomped on the void. With a thunderous bang and debris flying, he turned into a streak of golden lightning, blasting forward.

"So fast!" Zhu Yang’s face changed drastically. He had just thought to retreat—

"Swoosh!"

—when Feng Wuchen had already arrived behind him a step ahead, his speed pushed to the limit.

"Teleportation? No! That’s his own speed!" Zhu Yang’s face changed again.

Feng Wuchen threw a ferocious punch. Zhu Yang crossed his arms before him to block.

"Boom!"

With that one punch, tyrannical, vast power forcibly blasted Zhu Yang back dozens of meters. Two cracked ravines were left on the collapsing plaza.

"What power is this? How can it be so overbearing?" Zhu Yang was utterly horrified. His hands went numb, bones aching sharply, leaving him feeling like he couldn’t exert any strength.

And that was only a single punch.

"So strong!" Seven Shouts and the others were utterly shaken.

Just from that one punch, the gap between them was already clear.

"Where’s all that arrogance from just now?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly.

Zhu Yang’s face sank, his fists clenching tight as he gritted his teeth and snarled, "Feng Wuchen, don’t get cocky. You really think you can take me out? I haven’t gone all out yet!"

"Bang!"

The Demon Clan’s bloodline power erupted madly. Zhu Yang stomped the ground and blasted out like a maniac, his aura ferocious.

Feng Wuchen shot out at the same time.

"Boom!"

"Buzz! Buzz!"

In the blink of an eye, the two clashed with a punch. A thunderous blast rang out as they collided and split apart, the palace trembling violently.

"What in the world is this power?" Zhu Yang grew more and more terrified. That hard clash left him feeling bone-deep pain.

Zhu Yang had no time to think further; Feng Wuchen was already charging in again.

"Damn it!" Zhu Yang clenched his jaw and forced himself to rush up.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Buzz! Buzz!"

A fierce close-quarters battle erupted. Terrifying power crashed madly against itself as they fought from the plaza up into the sky. Within dozens of zhang around them, space itself shook and twisted violently.

The dreadful power spread downward, sending the sea below into a frenzied churn.

The destructive force was shockingly immense.

"Brother Feng’s strength is too freakish!" The five of Seven Shouts watched, dumbstruck.

"Zhu Yang’s attacks are completely useless." Xiao Yun’s face was blank with shock.

Shangguan Zhong said with a trembling voice, "Zhu Yang’s starting to be unable to keep up. Brother Feng’s attacks are getting faster and fiercer!"

"Is Feng Wuchen a monster? Has he still not gone all out?" Zhu Yang was terrified to the extreme; he was already on the verge of being unable to hold on.

Yet the more Feng Wuchen fought, the more terrifying he became.

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