Dragon God Supreme

For the sake of the Four Great Powers of the Saint Emperor Clan, Feng Wuchen originally planned to lie low and treat it as cultivation.

But Zhuchenxin deliberately threatened Feng Wuchen.

However, what Feng Wuchen didn’t know was that the Four Great Powers of the Saint Emperor Clan began to be suppressed when Feng Wuchen severely offended the Ancient Profound Venerable.

Isn’t Feng Wuchen quite arrogant?

Since you give no face to Gu Xuan, why should the Ancient Profound Venerable give you face?

The Southern Domain is the territory managed by the Martial Soul Holy Palace, and the Ancient Profound Venerable will surely strike the Four Great Powers of the Saint Emperor Clan.

With the Martial Soul Holy Palace stepping in, and the Demon Clan’s old Clan Leader and Elder Wuji coming out of seclusion, the morale of the Demon Clan skyrocketed, and Zhuchenxin wasn’t afraid of the Dragon God Holy Temple.

Even if it means destroying the Saint Emperor Clan to capture Feng Wuchen alive, Zhuchenxin is not worried at all.

The Demon Clan’s old Clan Leader and Elder Wuji, along with the Ancient Profound Venerable, are enough to crush the three ancestors of the Dragon God Clan.

"Feng Wuchen, go ahead, try to kill me, let’s see the power of your Two-star Saint King." Candle-Extinguishing Heavenly God snarled ferociously, hardly putting Feng Wuchen in his eyes.

"Boom!"

After he spoke, without waiting for Feng Wuchen to make a move, Zhumutian couldn’t help but charge forward first, fast like lightning, driving the terrifying power of a Seven-Star Saint Emperor, menacingly.

"You’re really in a hurry to seek death, aren’t you?" Feng Wuchen said coldly, his icy gaze full of chilling killing intent.

"Are the hidden experts still not going to act?" Zhuchenxin frowned and thought secretly, as he personally came because he was worried about Feng Wuchen’s hidden experts.

Unfortunately, Zhuchenxin didn’t know that there was indeed a God Shadow Guard secretly protecting Feng Wuchen before, but not anymore.

"Humph! Have you given up resisting? Not planning to show your Two-Star Saint King’s power?" Seeing Feng Wuchen unmoving, Zhumutian’s disdain on his face grew stronger, and he couldn’t help but taunt.

Feng Wuchen looked unafraid, but instead, there was a dangerous curve at the corner of his mouth.

In Feng Wuchen’s eyes, Zhumutian was already a dead man.

"Leave him alive!" Zhuchenxin said indifferently.

"Don’t worry, Second Elder, I’ll cripple him first!" Zhumutian sneered, his figure blinked over, and he directly slammed his ruthless palm towards Feng Wuchen’s chest.

"Cripple me? Who gave you such confidence?" Feng Wuchen sneered.

Zhumutian said fiercely: "Still talking tough as death approaches!"

As Zhumutian’s punch dropped, Feng Wuchen suddenly vanished, and before Zhumutian’s attack could finish, Feng Wuchen had already reappeared, side-facing Zhumutian.

The speed was so fast, it seemed like a simple sidestep.

But it was actually achieved with terrifying speed.

"How is this possible?" Zhumutian’s face changed drastically, his punch missed, leaving him unable to believe it.

Feng Wuchen’s frightening speed left Zhumutian without the slightest reaction.

If Feng Wuchen were to attack at this moment, Zhumutian wouldn’t be able to evade.

Feng Wuchen briefly glanced at Zhuchenxin coldly, sneering, "Leave him alive? Do you truly think he can kill me?"

Feng Wuchen’s words were akin to a slap ruthlessly hitting Zhuchenxin’s old face.

"Such speed, this is definitely not the realm of a Two-Star Saint King, what’s going on? This feeling..." Zhuchenxin furrowed his brows deeply, at this moment feeling that Feng Wuchen had completely transformed.

Could it be that Feng Wuchen has been hiding his cultivation from the start?

Is the death of the Martial Soul Holy Palace’s Saint Emperor powerhouse caused by Feng Wuchen?

The more Zhuchenxin thought, the more it seemed possible, and his old face grew increasingly grave.

"Indeed not simple, no wonder he’s so calm, such astonishing speed, definitely not less than Zhumutian." Zhutianya thought to himself.

"This... what’s going on? With Two-Star Saint King cultivation, it shouldn’t be possible to evade Zhumutian’s attack, where did Feng Wuchen get such terrifying speed?" Zhu Muran’s face was filled with shock and disbelief.

"Was that just a teleportation? Otherwise, how could he possibly avoid it? With Zhumutian’s speed, Feng Wuchen shouldn’t be able to avoid it, what’s going on?" Zhumu Yan was stunned on the spot, his eyes almost popped out.

Zhu Feng furrowed his brows and said: "It seems we’ve underestimated his strength, or perhaps he has been hiding his true power, otherwise how dare he come to the Southern Domain alone."

The Demon Clan powerhouses around were all full of shocked expression.

If they knew Feng Wuchen possessed the strength to instantly eradicate them, one wonders what their expressions would be like.

"Candle-Extinguishing Heavenly God, why do I feel you’re in fear? I’m merely a Two-Star Saint King, yet with your Seven-Star Saint Emperor cultivation, and Eight-Star Saint Emperor combat strength, you shouldn’t feel fear." Feng Wuchen asked with a sneer, disdainfully staring at Zhumutian.

"Humph! It seems I’ve underestimated you, you’re actually hiding your strength!" Zhumutian’s face twisted grotesquely, and his killing intent surged, doubling in intensity.

After speaking, Zhumutian swung another fierce punch at Feng Wuchen, this time with full force, without holding back in the slightest.

"Bang!"

However, this time, Feng Wuchen did not dodge at all, letting Zhumutian’s attack land on his chest with a muffled thud, like sinking into the ocean, not retreating even half a step.

"What? This is impossible!" Zhumutian’s face changed drastically again.

With full-force attack, Zhumutian thought he could at least suppress Feng Wuchen, but he didn’t expect he could not shake him!

Not only couldn’t he shake him, but Zhumutian also felt a sting in his arm.

"Second Elder, Feng Wuchen’s strength should already have reached Saint Emperor level." Zhutianya respectfully transmitted in secret.

"Zhumutian, you’re no match for him, stand down." Zhuchenxin frowned and said.

"Stand down? Have you got my consent?" Feng Wuchen coldly said, his hand suddenly clawed, swiftly grabbing Zhumutian’s neck.

The expressions of Zhuchenxin and others changed drastically.

Zhu Feng shouted coldly: "Feng Wuchen! Stop!"

"Just you want to cripple me? What kind of thing do you think you are?" Feng Wuchen said coldly, lifting Zhumutian like a chick.

The force was so great, it nearly suffocated Zhumutian.

"What... what do you want to do?" Zhumutian asked in horror, starting to panic, at this moment feeling like he had fallen into the hands of the devil.

Feng Wuchen sneered and said: "Didn’t I just say? To kill you, and you’ve already forgotten so quickly?"

"You dare... dare to kill me, you’ll die too, do you think you can escape?" Zhumutian said in panic.

"Is that so?" Feng Wuchen coldly laughed.

"Zhumutian!" Zhu Muran and others worriedly shouted.

Zhutianya, hidden in the shadows, just showed signs of intervening, Feng Wuchen sneered and said: "You better not act, don’t think I don’t know your presence."

"What? He can detect my presence? My movement technique can completely hide my aura, how can he possibly detect me?" Zhutianya was greatly shocked internally.

"Feng Wuchen, if you’re thinking of using Zhumutian to threaten this elder, you’ve made a wrong calculation." Zhuchenxin’s old face turned incomparably gloomy.

"Crack!"

As Zhuchenxin finished speaking, Feng Wuchen twisted his wrist forcefully, with a crack sound, directly breaking Zhumutian’s neck, without hesitation.

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