Dragon God Supreme

Chapter 520: Chapter 520: Breaking Both Arms Chapter 520: Chapter 520: Breaking Both Arms “Who… Who exactly is he?”

He Ming’s eyes started to reveal a color of terror. His body couldn’t help but tremble, and he felt that he had brought about a calamity of epic proportions.

“Do they know his identity? Why don’t I know?” Looking at He Changqing and the high-ranking officials of the main city, who were in shock and silent, He Ming felt as though he had fallen into hell.

“Dad, what exactly do you know? Who… Who is he?” A more panicked He Ming asked in horror.

“The teacher of Young Master Zhang from the Star Realm Zhang family…” He Changqing said with a trembling voice.

“Young Master Zhang’s teacher?” These six words exploded in He Ming’s ears like thunder, his face filled with terror and despair. His heart began to beat faster, as if it were about to leap out of his chest.

He Ming was completely stunned, as if his soul body had already left his body, his eyes dim and lifeless.

Who was Young Master Zhang? He was the eldest young master of the Artifact Refining Family of the Zhangs, the number one genius artifact refiner on the Mainland!

He Ming was merely a minor city lord; he was nothing compared to Zhang Junlan, not by ten thousand miles.

“Lord He, your son is quite presumptuous, isn’t he? To do such a shameless act in broad daylight, in front of so many people of Shenwu City, it’s simply a disgrace to the name ‘Shenwu’!” Feng Wuchen finally spoke, his voice extremely cold, breaking the eerie silence.

“Yes, yes, yes!” He Changqing nodded repeatedly in panic, not daring to refute.

Seeing the lord of the city in such a pitiful state, the people in the city were completely dumbfounded.

“That Feng Wuchen must be someone of great importance!”

“The city lord must know his identity! Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so terrified.”

“It looks like the young city lord is done for this time.”

As the silence was broken, murmurs spread again, with everyone growing increasingly curious about Feng Wuchen’s identity.

Looking at He Changqing impassively, Feng Wuchen said coldly, “Lord He, I give you two choices. One is that I kill your son. The other is you cut off your son’s hands. Pick one.”

He Changqing shuddered, unable to accept either option.

Even if he couldn’t accept them, he had to, and the choice was actually an easy one.

“Tsk tsk!”

“Ah…”

Without any hesitation, He Changqing made his move to sever He Ming’s hands. The sudden sever pain caused He Ming to let out a heart-wrenching scream, as blood gushed out, staining the streets red.

“The city lord actually cut off the young city lord’s hands without hesitation… This… This…”

Witnessing this scene, the surrounding cultivators swallowed their saliva in fright, disbelieving what they had seen.

Who would choose death, when they could live?

Man Qing and Yue Lan, who were beside Feng Wuchen, were dumbfounded.

With just a single sentence from Feng Wuchen, He Changqing did not hesitate to sever He Ming’s arms. What exactly was Feng Wuchen’s identity that made He Changqing so wary, not daring to defy his words?

“My hands! My hands! Dad, why? Why?” He Ming screamed in utmost fear, looking in horror at his severed arms on the ground.

He Changqing didn’t answer but closed his eyes forcefully, holding back the grief in his heart.

He Changqing knew better than anyone that to offend Feng Wuchen was to pay a price.

However, that He Changqing had a choice to make was already very fortunate.

Severing He Ming’s arms could at least preserve his life.

“If I hadn’t had important matters to attend to, it wouldn’t be as simple as cutting off hands. Do you understand what I mean?” Feng Wuchen asked coldly.

“I understand!” He Changqing hastily nodded, sweating profusely from his back, silently feeling glad; otherwise, his son’s life would not have been spared.

“If there is a next time, there would be no need to keep the Shenwu Sect around,” Feng Wuchen said coolly.

“There definitely won’t be a next time! Absolutely not!” He Changqing shook his head frantically in terror.

Ignoring He Changqing, Feng Wuchen’s expression softened as he said, “Please take me to Shenwu Sect.”

“Please follow me,” said Ye Tianwei, trying to remain calm even after learning Feng Wuchen’s identity.

Knowing Feng Wuchen’s identity, Ye Tianwei’s attitude became more respectful.

It was only after Feng Wuchen and Ling Xiaoxiao left that He Changqing and the others could breathe a sigh of relief. The pressure Feng Wuchen had exerted was terrifying, almost leaving them breathless.

“City Lord, who is Feng Wuchen?”

“The City Lord is so wary of him, even going so far as to sever the Young City Lord’s arm. Feng Wuchen’s identity must be terrifying, right?”

“City Lord, who exactly is that person?”

Many powerful figures hurried over to inquire, everyone eager to know Feng Wuchen’s identity.

“Stop asking,” He Changqing said, his face haggard and helpless. “Elder, quickly take Ming’er back for healing.”

Feng Wuchen had only mentioned his name while He Changqing and the others were unwilling to reveal more, which made everyone even more anxious.

The less they got an answer, the more curious and anxious they became.

Shenwu Sect was not far from Shenwu City, and in just a few minutes, Ye Tianwei had led Feng Wuchen and Ling Xiaoxiao to Shenwu Sect.

The palatial halls of Shenwu Sect were impressive; although not as grand as Dragon God Palace, they still commanded respect.

“Dan Emperor, this is Shenwu Sect,” Ye Tianwei said respectfully, not mentioning a word about the challenge.

Feng Wuchen nodded and smiled, “Shenwu Sect truly deserves the title of overlord of the Western Region, with clouds of strong individuals; indeed, it is very powerful.”

During their casual talk, the three had arrived at the mountain gate.

“Big Brother! You’re back?” The disciple guarding the gate was beaming with joy.

“Big Brother, who are they?” Another disciple, puzzled, glanced at Feng Wuchen and Ling Xiaoxiao.

“Dan Emperor,” said Ye Tianwei. “Go quickly and inform the Sect Master and the elders that the Dan Emperor has arrived.”

“Dan Emperor?” Both disciples quivered, looking at Feng Wuchen with worshipful eyes before dashing off to report the news.

“Sect Master! Elders! The Dan Emperor has come! The Dan Emperor has come!” The two shouted excitedly, as if they wanted to spread the news throughout the entire Shenwu Sect.

“The Dan Emperor? The Hall Master of the Star Realm Dragon God Temple, Feng Wuchen?”

“The teacher of Young Master Zhang? Good heavens, he has actually come to our Shenwu Sect!”

“Am I hearing things right? Dan Emperor has come to our Shenwu Sect?”

“Everyone, hurry! The Dan Emperor has really come to our Shenwu Sect; let’s go greet the Dan Emperor!”

Every disciple who heard the shouts was both shocked and excited, some even in disbelief.

“The Dan Emperor has come!”

“The teacher of Young Master Zhang!”

“The Junior Pavilion Master from Immortal Tool Pavilion’s Grand-teacher!”

Inside the great hall, there was shock. The Sect Master and the high-ranking members of Shenwu Sect were all rushing over from the palaces at the earliest opportunity.

For a moment, the vast and majestic square of Shenwu Sect gathered a large crowd of disciples, numbering tens of thousands.

At this moment, Ye Tianwei led Feng Wuchen and Ling Xiaoxiao through the mountain gate, walking up the steps of the square.

“Welcome, Dan Emperor!”

The entirety of Shenwu Sect, with the Sect Master at the forefront, tens of thousands bowed respectfully. Their voices echoed throughout Shenwu Sect, resounding through the surrounding mountains, the reverberations lasting a long time.

Feng Wuchen’s arrival at Shenwu Sect excited the Sect Master beyond measure; he had never imagined Feng Wuchen would grace Shenwu Sect with his presence.