Dragon God Supreme

The Eight-star Saint Venerable couldn’t withstand a single white fire sword from Feng Wuchen!

"What is this power?" The elder’s heart filled with utter terror, disbelief written all over his face.

"Elder!" The mysterious man’s soul seemed scared out of his body.

"This...this can’t be possible...that’s an Eight-star Saint Venerable!" The Grand Commander’s eyes were round as saucers, beyond horrified.

"Supreme Lord actually possesses such terrifying strength!" The chief was completely stupefied, and hundreds of God Shadows were left speechless.

Didn’t Supreme Lord just ascend from the Divine Realm?

When did he gain the power to critically injure an Eight-star Saint Venerable?

A single white fire sword has such terrifying power, what about tens of thousands of them?

No one dared to imagine.

They all remarked on the extraordinary nature of the white fire sword, but no one anticipated its terror to this degree.

One sword critically injured an Eight-star Saint Venerable, and it might be difficult even for a Nine-Star Saint Venerable to withstand.

"This aura isn’t Emperor Huang Yan’s aura! This aura is much weaker, yet it also exceeds the bounds of the Holy Realm." Dantong thought with a furrowed brow, feeling very perplexed.

Emperor Huang Yan’s fearsome aura was something Dantong could never forget.

"My Soulreaper Holy Power was actually burned away by this white fire!" The heavily injured elder’s pale old face was filled with terror.

Indeed, the Soulreaper Holy Power was burned away by the fire.

The elder simply couldn’t believe how domineering this white fire was.

"Old thing, do you think I’m afraid of the Dragon God Holy Temple, and I wouldn’t dare touch you?" Feng Wuchen asked icily.

"Is this what everyone behind you thinks?" Feng Wuchen asked again.

"..." The elder looked at Feng Wuchen in terror, not daring to speak.

There were still tens of thousands of terrifying white fire swords floating in the void!

A fearsome young Saint Venerable like this had never appeared in the Holy Realm!

Provoking such a terrifying genius was certainly asking for death!

They had lived in the Holy Realm for many years, and neither Long Shi Hun nor even the Ancient Profound Venerable had detected their presence, but Feng Wuchen had sensed them and tracked them down.

Along with Feng Wuchen’s miraculous divine skill of resurrection.

This already indicated that Feng Wuchen was no ordinary person.

"Supreme Lord, the Supreme Holy Temple is indeed our power. You destroyed them; we destroyed the Heavenly Fight Holy Temple; that evens things out. We shall leave each other alone. What do you say, Supreme Lord?" The elder immediately lowered his stance.

"The Supreme Holy Temple wronged me first, so it was only right for me to destroy them. You shouldn’t have harmed my people, and I already gave you a chance. Not only did you not cherish it, but you dared to kill someone in front of me. And now you’re telling me to leave each other alone? Who do you think you are? Do you think you are qualified to negotiate with me?" Feng Wuchen said arrogantly, not even considering the elder.

After a pause, Feng Wuchen continued arrogantly, "In this world, only I can harm others, and I will not allow anyone to harm my people! If they do, it’s a capital offense!"

Feng Wuchen’s words made the God Shadows extremely excited and their blood boil.

They loved a domineering master like this!

The severely injured elder’s pale old face turned grim and filled with rage.

As the Grand Elder, Feng Wuchen actually said he wasn’t qualified!

The elder had already lowered himself to reconcile, but Feng Wuchen not only didn’t appreciate it, he actually disregarded him entirely.

Feng Wuchen grabbed from afar, and the Eight-star Saint Emperor who had bloodied the Heavenly Fight Holy Temple was directly drawn over by Feng Wuchen, unable to resist.

"What...what do you want to do?" The man asked in terror, his soul almost scared out of him.

He had already regretted his actions immensely, daring to act pretentiously in front of Feng Wuchen.

"You bloodied the Heavenly Fight Holy Temple, and dared to kill someone right in front of me. What do you think I want to do?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly. In Feng Wuchen’s eyes, this man was already as good as dead.

Feng Wuchen’s claw gripped the man’s throat tightly, frightening the man as he cried out in panic, "Elder, save me, please save me!"

But how could the elder save him when he couldn’t even protect himself?

"Feng Wuchen! Don’t push it too far!" The elder shouted angrily, so furious that his internal organs were churning.

"Too far?" Feng Wuchen sneered, "Who’s the one pushing too far? Even if I’m pushing too far, so what? What can you do to me?"

"Feng Wuchen, if you dare kill me, the Dragon God Holy Temple will gain a formidable enemy!" The middle-aged man shouted with forced courage despite his terror.

"Your existence is nothing more than an ant to me, just one more ant, and I despise being threatened by others." Feng Wuchen said coldly.

Threats held no sway over Feng Wuchen!

"I told you not to make that look of regret, because it’s too late. Not even the Heavenly King can save you now!" Feng Wuchen said coldly, immediately crushing the man’s throat. The terrifying power annihilated his body, as easily as crushing an ant.

Feng Wuchen grabbed from afar again, capturing a wisp of Soul Body.

"..." Seeing this, the elder was dumbfounded.

Feng Wuchen flicked a finger, enveloping the Soul Body in a wisp of black fire, and the man’s agonizing screams filled the air.

"Zhou Hu, his fate is in your hands! My Wu Fire will devour his Soul Body bit by bit until it completely disintegrates." Feng Wuchen waved his hand, sending the Soul Body, burning with black fire, flying towards Zhou Hu.

"Yes! Supreme Lord!" Zhou Hu responded with satisfaction and joy.

"Old thing, I don’t care who you are, if you touch my people, not one of you will live!" Feng Wuchen said coldly.

"Feng Wuchen, I’m only considering your abilities to avoid enmity with the Dragon God Holy Temple. Don’t think we’re afraid of you!" The elder shouted angrily, unable to bear the disgrace of being insulted and ignored by a junior.

"Slap!"

"Spurt!"

As the elder finished speaking, suddenly an invisible slap struck fiercely, producing a crisp sound, and the domineering force caused the elder to spit blood, with several old teeth flying out.

Feng Wuchen didn’t speak, just delivered a slap, coldly watching the elder.

"Outrageous! You actually dare..." The elder bellowed in fury, his lungs about to explode.

"Slap!"

"Spurt!"

Yet before he could finish speaking, Feng Wuchen delivered another slap, causing the elder to spit blood again, completely disoriented, unable to find his way.

"Old thing, you don’t even have the right to speak with me. Enmity? You’re not even worthy!" Feng Wuchen said coldly, and with a gesture, another terrifying white fire sword shot down.

Seeing the white fire sword descends swiftly, the elder’s face turned pale, becoming extremely fearful. Furious, he shouted, "Feng Wuchen! Are you really going to oppose our Soulreaper Clan?"

"Soulreaper Clan?" Dantong and the Grand Commander furrowed their brows deeply, hearing of this race for the first time.

"Oppose? Sorry, you’re not worthy!" Feng Wuchen scoffed.

"Damn you!" The elder howled in rage, his expression twisted with murder in his eyes.

As he watched the terrifying white fire sword shoot down, the elder exerted all his strength and summoned a Holy Artifact.

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