Dragon God Supreme

"Defeat him? It’s not that I don’t believe in myself, but that kind of terrifying existence—if he finds out the Samsara Tower is on me, I’m afraid he’d erase me before I even have a chance to get stronger."

"The one who set down the rules and order of heaven and earth—how terrifying he really is, with my current self I can’t even imagine."

"Forget it, that’s still far off. Thinking about it is useless. Better go find my wife first."

Feng Wuchen shook his head and simply threw those distant matters to the back of his mind.

Things in the future can wait for the future.

Live in the moment!

"Swish!"

However, before Feng Wuchen had gone far from the Rakshasa Holy Hall, a Sacred Mountain suddenly blasted out a terrifying streak of purple energy, roaring toward Feng Wuchen with a violent sonic boom.

Judging from this power, the one attacking had cultivation at the Three-Star Saint Monarch Realm.

"I never fight women. I don’t care who sent you, I advise you not to provoke me. I don’t have time to waste on you." Feng Wuchen easily dodged and kept flying forward, leaving behind a cold, indifferent remark.

By the time Feng Wuchen passed through, he had already noticed this person’s presence.

"I don’t think it’s a waste of time at all." The woman said icily, her words carrying a piercing killing intent that made one’s heart tremble just to hear it.

Feng Wuchen didn’t respond in the slightest, didn’t even spare her a glance.

"Feng Wuchen, Lin You is your woman, right? What if I say she’s in my hands?" A voice cold to the bone rang out as a graceful figure slowly rose into the air.

The woman wore a light blue gauze dress, a black veil over her face so her features couldn’t be seen, but her beautiful eyes were frosty and filled with coldness. Her whole body radiated an icy killing aura that made people shudder.

Those were cold-blooded, merciless eyes—the eyes an Assassin should have!

"Lin You?" Feng Wuchen’s expression went cold, a flash of murderous chill passing through his eyes. In the blink of an eye he appeared in front of the woman.

Teleportation.

"You’re the one who took her?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly.

His icy gaze locked onto the woman, making her whole body tremble as if she’d fallen into an ice cellar.

Such terrifying eyes—it felt like she was facing not Feng Wuchen, but a ferocious demon god.

The woman could hardly believe she was actually frightened just by Feng Wuchen’s eyes.

"I don’t like being threatened. Anyone who dares touch my people, even if you’re a woman, I’ll kill you all the same!" Feng Wuchen said in a glacial tone, his demeanor downright terrifying.

Feng Wuchen would never allow anyone to touch those who belong to him.

The woman forced herself to steady, suppressing the horror in her heart, and said coldly, "Don’t forget, your woman is in my hands. Come with me, and I guarantee she won’t die."

As she spoke, a thin sword appeared out of thin air in her hand, and she stabbed toward Feng Wuchen with ruthless, merciless force.

The moment the sword thrust out, Feng Wuchen vanished in a strange blur.

"Bang!"

In an instant he appeared at the woman’s right side. She was still in mid-thrust when Feng Wuchen’s palm slammed into the sword hilt, sending the thin blade flying.

"So fast!" The woman’s heart shook violently; in front of Feng Wuchen she felt she had absolutely no power to fight back.

"You’re not my opponent. If you were a man, the moment you drew your sword, you’d already be dead." Feng Wuchen said coldly.

The woman snorted, turned, and swept out a kick, unleashing all the power of a Three-Star Saint Monarch with not the slightest mercy, her attack incomparably fierce.

Feng Wuchen’s brows drew together slightly. His toe tapped the void and his figure slid back a meter, avoiding the woman’s vicious kick.

With her kick missing, the woman blasted forward again, punching straight at Feng Wuchen.

"I don’t fight women doesn’t mean I’ll let you push your luck." Feng Wuchen said coldly. A ruthless light flashed in his eyes as his origin power was fully urged forth.

Feng Wuchen met her with a punch.

"Boom!"

In the blink of an eye the two fists collided head-on with a thunderous explosion. That overbearing, mighty force brutally shook the woman back more than ten meters.

"One-star Saint Monarch!" The woman was once again terrified inside. A One-star Saint Monarch cultivation was actually erupting with such domineering power, even able to crush her!

"How can he have such terrifying strength?" The woman simply couldn’t believe it.

"Zhuchenxin shouldn’t dare act against me yet. You’re Zhu Yin Kui’s person?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly. From the aura she emitted, it was obvious she was from the Demon Clan.

"Correct. My lord wishes to see you." The woman said icily, but her back was already soaked in cold sweat.

"What the hell is Zhu Yin Kui? He wants me to go see him? Is he worthy? If he wants to see me, he can come to the Rakshasa Holy Hall himself." Feng Wuchen said coldly, then flew off.

Watching Feng Wuchen fly away, the woman slightly furrowed her brows and said coldly, "Feng Wuchen! Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill your woman?"

"Go back and tell Zhu Yin Kui, if anything happens to my woman, I guarantee that within one day the entire Western Region will vanish from the Holy Realm." Feng Wuchen’s icy voice, laden with razor-sharp killing intent, drifted back.

Hearing this, the woman couldn’t help but tremble.

"How can he have such terrifying killing intent! With One-star Saint Monarch cultivation he actually has Three-Star Saint Monarch combat power! He’s simply a monster!" The woman’s heart shook with fear; not even when facing Shenghuang or Saint Emperor experts had she ever felt this terrified.

The terrifying aura pressing down on her was enough to make it hard to breathe.

"Swish!"

Shortly after Feng Wuchen left, a figure flashed into view, radiating a terrifying presence—his cultivation had already reached the Two-star Saint Emperor level.

"My lord!" The woman immediately knelt respectfully.

"You failed?" The newcomer asked coldly, without a trace of human emotion.

"The information was wrong. Feng Wuchen is at the One-star Saint Monarch Realm. His strength is above mine, his power extremely overbearing. I was no match for him, and I had no confidence in killing him. And he simply doesn’t bow to threats, nor is he afraid of us harming his woman. He even said, ’If she isn’t released within a day, I’ll erase the entire Western Region from the Holy Realm!’" The woman replied respectfully.

"Gone within a day? Hmph! Such arrogant boasting! Even Long Shi Hun wouldn’t dare say something that mad. Who does this Feng Wuchen think he is?" The middle-aged man said with contempt.

If this middle-aged man knew what had happened in the Demon Domain, who knows if he’d be scared out of his wits.

"It seems my lord miscalculated. Never thought Feng Wuchen would be immune to threats. Is he really not afraid we’ll kill and silence people? Where does his confidence come from?" another middle-aged man said coldly, his expression icy and merciless.

"If my lord had made a move just now, we definitely could have taken Feng Wuchen down." The woman said respectfully.

The man said arrogantly, "Feng Wuchen isn’t qualified to make me act. A mere Saint Monarch is nothing but shit."

"Hall Master, my lord, since Feng Wuchen doesn’t respond to threats, shall we kill his woman to give him a little wake-up call?" The man immediately sent a voice transmission to Zhu Yin Kui.

"Immune to threats?" Inside the Demonic Palace, Zhu Yin Kui slowly opened his eyes, his old face dark and gloomy.

Zhu Yin Kui’s turbid eyes narrowed to slits as he said coldly, "Bring the woman before him. If necessary, kill her with your own hands. This Hall Master wants to see whether Feng Wuchen is truly immune to threats!"

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