Dragon God Supreme

Chapter 247: Chapter 247: Killing He Mo Chapter 247: Chapter 247: Killing He Mo The tavern fell dead silent, eyes wide with shock and a hint of stupefaction all fixed on Feng Wuchen.

With just a casual toss, Feng Wuchen displayed terrifying power.

“This young man’s strength is truly frightening!”

“He conceals it so deeply, his level of cultivation is impossible to discern.”

“That person seems to be from Zangling Valley! This kid has some nerve.”

The previously quiet tavern suddenly burst into commotion.

Outside the tavern, many cultivators gathered around to watch, curious about what had happened.

Feng Wuchen placed a gold coin on the table and then walked out of the tavern, heading toward He Mo.

Feng Wuchen’s strength was immense; with a flick of his hand, he had sent He Mo flying from the street outside the tavern to another street, crashing through four pavilion buildings in the process.

He Mo’s head was bleeding and he was severely injured, yet not dead, but he could not get up.

Back in Feng’s family, Feng Wuchen hadn’t dared touch him; He Mo never expected that, after coming to Jiuzhou, Feng Wuchen would not only hit him but actually dare to kill him!

“He Mo from Zangling Valley? Who would attack him so mercilessly?”

“Who is so bold as to assault someone from Zangling Valley!”

“Looking at the trajectory, it seems he was flung from the tavern.”

Following the trajectory from which He Mo had come flying, the crowd then saw Feng Wuchen and two others walking toward them.

Three strangers!

The crowd was certain they had never seen Feng Wuchen and his companions before.

So unfamiliar, and yet undoubtedly, it was they who had injured He Mo—didn’t everyone in Jiuzhou know of Zangling Valley? Who would dare harm He Mo?

He Mo might have been only at the Third Layer of the Yuandan Realm, but he had no small reputation in Jiuzhou and held a certain status in Zangling Valley.

Of course, that wasn’t because of him, but because He Mo had a brother, He Tianxiong, who was a Third-grade Alchemist, as well as a mentor who was a Fifth-grade Alchemist.

Because of these relationships, He Mo had been doing well for himself, and not many in Jiuzhou would dare to mess with him!

As Feng Wuchen and his companions approached, the surrounding cultivators stepped aside.

The severely injured He Mo, his pale face twisted with ferocity, glared at Feng Wuchen and said, “No one in Jiuzhou dares to touch me, you dare to kill me, I guarantee you won’t live to return!”

Feng Wuchen’s face was expressionless as he stared icily at He Mo, his intimidating gaze frightening the onlookers.

Such a young boy, to have a gaze so intimidating.

“Just because you are a person from Zangling Valley?” Feng Wuchen coldly inquired, as an intense killing intent spread through the air.

The heavy and cold aura of death made the crowd quake with fear, their sense of terror towards Feng Wuchen increasing.

What was the background of this young man? His killing intent was so horrifying!

Despite knowing He Mo was from Zangling Valley, he still dared to lay a hand on him?

Could it be that the young man before them had an even more fearsome background than He Mo?

He Mo felt panic-ridden and also enraged; when in Jiuzhou had he ever been treated like this? Even powerhouses from other major forces would show him some respect upon meeting him.

But Feng Wuchen didn’t regard him at all!

“Young man, don’t act rashly, He Mo’s brother is a Third-grade Alchemist, and his brother’s mentor is a Fifth-grade Alchemist!” suddenly, an elder reminded aloud.

“Oh?” Feng Wuchen was slightly taken aback, then sneered, “So that’s how it is, no wonder you said no one in Jiuzhou dares to touch you, you have a Fifth-grade Alchemist backing you.”

“You brat, you dare to attack He Mo’s brother without finding out the details first, you must be tired of living!” a man suddenly stepped forward, shouting coldly at Feng Wuchen, seeming to be intent on helping He Mo.

“You’re absolutely seeking death! Having injured He Mo, don’t even think about leaving alive!” Several other men with strong cultivation stepped out as well.

Feng Wuchen’s icy gaze swept towards the four men as he coldly asked, “Are you planning to stop me?”

With a Fifth-grade Alchemist backing He Mo, this was an excellent opportunity to curry favor with He Mo, possibly reaping many benefits in the future.

The status of a Fifth-grade Alchemist was exalted— who wouldn’t want to ingratiate themselves with one?

Just like Yang Tianxian of the Yanhuo Empire, as a Fifth-grade Alchemist, he had been enfeoffed as the State Preceptor of the Empire!

“Kill him for me, and you’ll be handsomely rewarded!” He Mo shouted furiously, seemingly forgetting the actual mission he had been on.

He Mo’s task had been to invite Feng Wuchen to Zangling Valley, but in his rage, he no longer cared about that.

“Rest assured, He Mo, with us here, he won’t be able to hurt you any further!” a man at the Eightfold Yuandan Realm confidently sneered.

But as soon as his words fell, the man’s expression suddenly turned to one of horror; in his field of vision, he saw a palm imprint rapidly expanding, the hand imbued with explosive power plummeting towards him.

“Boom!”

“Puh!”

Feng Wuchen struck ruthlessly, showing no mercy; in an instant, his palm smashed down on the man’s Tianling covering, followed by a loud explosion, causing the man to spit out a mouthful of blood and die on the spot!

“Those who obstruct me will die!” Feng Wuchen pronounced coldly, terrifying the other three men to the point of collapsing in fear, their faces pale.

The watching cultivators stood dumbstruck, their eyes filled with terror!

An Eightfold Yuandan Realm expert, struck dead in an instant by a palm from the young man before them!

He Mo was extremely frightened, struggling with his severe injuries and pain to get up and flee for his life!

If He Mo could escape, he would have the chance for revenge!

But sadly for him, those who had stood up to help He Mo saw one of them killed, the other three were already scared out of their wits, and no one else dared to make a move.

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Striking down someone at the Eight Layers of the Yuan Dan Realm with a single palm, such terrifying strength had already shattered everyone’s courage.

He Mo watched Feng Wuchen with horror and despair, now regretting he had threatened Feng Wuchen, else he wouldn’t have ended up in such a situation.

“Swoosh!”

Feng Wuchen’s figure abruptly flashed forth, blocking He Mo’s path.

The sudden appearance of Feng Wuchen scared the cultivators on the street into retreating in fear, with no one daring to come close.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Feng Wuchen asked coldly.

“Don’t… don’t kill me!” Seeing Feng Wuchen flash in, He Mo knelt down in terror, begging for mercy.

“Don’t you have the backing of a Fifth Grade Alchemist? I’m about to kill you now, why don’t I see him coming out?” Feng Wuchen asked indifferently.

“Gulp…”

He Mo, terrified, swallowed hard, his face as pale as paper.

“Feng… Feng Wuchen, I know I was wrong, please don’t kill me!” He Mo begged for mercy with his head knocking against the ground, his defenses shattered by the breath of death.

“Not only do I intend to kill you, but since Zangling Valley has captured my father, everyone there must die!” Feng Wuchen’s voice was low, as if coming from the depths of the Jiuyou Abyss, ice-cold and bone-chilling.

“Swoosh!”

As Feng Wuchen’s words fell, a sonic boom suddenly came from behind him, and a white energy burst forth, containing immense power.

“Bang!”

Sensing it, Feng Wuchen, without turning his head, swung his left hand backward, and with a muffled sound, forcefully shattered the white energy.

“Brat, you’ve got some skills,” a prideful cold laugh came from behind.

The arrival was a young man clad in luxurious brocade, holding a leisure fan, looking like a scholarly gentleman.

“Young Master Zhang!” On the street, the eyes of the cultivators all glanced over.

The young man was Tianfeng City’s Zhang family’s eldest son, Zhang Bufan, with a cultivation reaching the Eight Layers of the Yuan Dan Realm, much stronger than the previous man.

The Zhang family was a great clan in Tianfeng City with profound heritage and formidable strength.

Zhang Bufan was the Zhang family’s prodigy, the prodigal son of Tianfeng City, who had reached the Eight Layers of the Yuan Dan Realm before the age of twenty.

“Young Master Zhang! Please save me!” Seeing Zhang Bufan, He Mo saw him as a lifesaver and hastily cried out.

“No one can save you, even if they come!” Feng Wuchen said coldly, and threw a punch directly at He Mo’s chest.

“Swoosh!”

Zhang Bufan frowned and immediately mobilized his True Yuan to execute his movement technique. With a swoosh, a black shadow flashed, and almost in the blink of an eye, he rescued He Mo from Feng Wuchen’s punch.

The speed was incredibly terrifying. Among those of the same level, Zhang Bufan’s speed definitely had an advantage.

“Trying to kill someone? You should have asked this young master. In terms of speed, I do have some self…” Zhang Bufan said with arrogant laughter, but before he could finish, his proud smile suddenly froze.

“Your speed is nothing special!” Feng Wuchen’s icy voice suddenly came from Zhang Bufan’s left side.

“Boom!”

“Pfft!”

Feng Wuchen, appearing like a specter, punched He Mo in the chest. With a booming sound, the explosive force caused He Mo to spit out blood, hurling his body away from Zhang Bufan’s grip.

“Boom, boom, boom!”

The terrifying force sent He Mo flying like a cannonball, crashing through buildings after buildings, raising clouds of dust.

Feng Wuchen’s punch was ruthless, killing He Mo without mercy!

The dreadful power terrified the many cultivators on the street, making them tremble uncontrollably.

“How is this possible…” Zhang Bufan’s face was full of shock, hardly believing that Feng Wuchen’s speed could be so terrifying that he couldn’t detect it!

Zhang Bufan had always been proud of his speed, but in front of Feng Wuchen, his prized speed was inferior!

A stunned Zhang Bufan stood there in a daze, as if his soul had left him.

Zhang Bufan couldn’t believe that a man younger than him, in both speed and strength, was superior to him, and what shocked him even more was that Feng Wuchen hadn’t even activated his True Yuan.

Just what was the cultivation level of this young man? Could someone so young really be this terrifying?

Feng Wuchen glanced at Zhang Bufan beside him and said coldly, “If you’re planning to interfere, I won’t hesitate to kill you too!”

Upon hearing this, the shocked Zhang Bufan furrowed his brow, his face growing dark. As the prodigy of the Zhang family, when had he ever been looked down upon like this?

Enraged in his heart, Zhang Bufan unleashed his formidable power and said loudly, “You can try!”

“I dared to kill He Mo of Zangling Valley; do you think I’d fear the Zhang family?” Feng Wuchen said coldly, fearless, as an intense and piercing killing intent spread around him.

Since he had killed He Mo, it was certain that his journey in Jiuzhou would not go smoothly. Feng Wuchen was not afraid of making a big scene. If Jiuzhou were turned upside down, who could do anything to Feng Wuchen?

“Chen Er!” Xiao Qingqing hurried over and intervened, saying, “Chen Er, let it be.”

“Feng Wuchen, we still have important matters to attend to,” Ling Xiaoxiao also came over to intervene.

“Let’s go,” Feng Wuchen said indifferently, retracting his aura.

“Who are you?” Zhang Bufan asked, frowning.

Feng Wuchen did not answer, nor did he need to.

“This is outrageous!” Zhang Bufan was enraged, his face contorting with fury, wanting to kill Feng Wuchen. Yet for some reason, the way Feng Wuchen looked at him, as if he didn’t matter at all, caused Zhang Bufan to feel apprehensive.

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