Dragon God Supreme

Chapter 685: Chapter 685: Terrified Pleading for Mercy Chapter 685: Chapter 685: Terrified Pleading for Mercy Feng Wuchen’s words scared Zhao Zhiyang out of his wits.

A Tianji Realm practitioner had unleashed an Earth Grade Martial Skill, which Feng Wuchen shattered with just two fists. How domineering and terrifying was that?

Zhao Zhiyang had no confidence in blocking such a terrifying martial skill!

However, Feng Wuchen didn’t give him time to think it over.

“Boom!”

“Pfft!”

His fist struck through the air, arriving in an instant, and with a loud boom, the invisible and terrifying imprint of the fist forced Zhao Zhiyang to spit out blood. His body flew out like a kite with its string cut.

“Elder Zhao!” Zhao Tianzheng hastily flashed forward to catch him.

The speed of the fist was too fast. Zhao Zhiyang couldn’t manage to resist, not even having time to react.

Feng Wuchen’s terrifying punch landed solidly on Zhao Zhiyang’s chest, severely injuring him.

The Primeval Dragon God Fist was domineering and terrifying!

The entire scene fell silent, Master He and many other cultivators who were watching were all plunged into deep fear, completely petrified.

“The… The Elder has been seriously injured by his punch!” Zhao Haiyun was so terrified his soul nearly left his body, and that fear rooted in his soul made it impossible for him to resist.

“Elder! Elder!” Zhao Tianzheng was frantically supporting Zhao Zhiyang, calling out repeatedly.

Zhao Zhiyang’s face was ashen. He struggled for a moment and eventually passed out.

To knock out a Tianji Realm practitioner with a single punch!

“How is this possible! How could that kid have such terrifying power?” an elder exclaimed in utter shock.

“Eightfold pinnacle of the Heavenly Human Realm cannot defeat Tianji Realm! It’s impossible!” another elder said, shaking his head in disbelief, preferring to believe he was dreaming rather than accept the reality.

Nobody among the Zhao family’s upper ranks dared to believe that Feng Wuchen could injure Zhao Zhiyang to the point of unconsciousness with just one punch.

“You little bastard!” Zhao Tianzheng roared furiously, his eyes sweeping towards Feng Wuchen with a murderous glint.

“Family Head Zhao, I only came here today to cultivate in the Mysterious Fire Cave, wanting no trouble. My patience is limited, and if your Zhao family continues to press me, it may be more than just injuries that you suffer later,” Feng Wuchen spoke coldly.

Hearing this, the already raging Zhao Tianzheng grew even angrier upon hearing Feng Wuchen’s dismissive words about his family.

“You little bastard, I truly don’t believe the Zhao family can’t handle you!” Zhao Tianzheng bellowed in anger, his face turning dark, his flesh twitching, and a fierce killing aura wildly spreading.

“If you wish to seek death, I can oblige! What would be so difficult about eradicating the Zhao family?” Feng Wuchen replied coldly, his tone even colder than before, void of any human emotion, and quite arrogant.

“Oh? Such big talk, but I doubt you have the ability.” Just as Feng Wuchen finished speaking, a proud and cold sneer came from above.

“Brother Hou!” Hearing this voice, Zhao Haiyun, who had been extremely fearful, suddenly revealed a look of ecstatic joy on his pale face, as if he had seen a lifeline.

“Young Master Hou?” The furious Zhao Tianzheng was momentarily stunned, his gaze turning towards the source of the sound.

“Hou Yunchong, the Young Master of Xuanhou Villa!”

“It’s Hou Yunchong! Zhao Haiyun’s sworn brother!”

“He is at the Third Layer of the Tianji Realm! His strength is even more terrifying than the Family Head!”

The cultivators present all turned their eyes towards the figure in the sky, their expressions filled with shock and wariness.

High up in the sky, a figure appeared, a young man in his early thirties dressed in luxurious black brocade.

The young man exuded an extremely powerful aura, at the Third Layer of the Tianji Realm, stronger than Zhao Tianzheng.

The man was none other than Hou Yunchong, the young master of the Xuanhou Villa.

Feng Wuchen glanced up at Hou Yunchong, his face showing no change.

At merely the Tianji Realm Third Layer, Feng Wuchen felt no fear whatsoever.

“Big Brother Hou, quickly kill him!” Zhao Haiyun flew over and pointed at Feng Wuchen as he angrily demanded.

Hou Yunchong glanced at Zhao Tianzheng, then at Zhao Haiyun who had been seriously injured, before finally setting his eyes on Feng Wuchen.

“Kid, you’ve got some nerve, daring to lay hands on the Zhao family. Not only did you injure my worthy brother, but also the great elder,” Hou Yunchong said with a cold tone, arrogance and domineering air apparent in his demeanor.

“So what?” Feng Wuchen asked indifferently.

“If you kneel and admit your wrongs right now, perhaps I might spare your life. Otherwise, I’ll personally kill you!” Hou Yunchong sneered viciously, as though he had already secured victory over Feng Wuchen.

“Is that so?” Feng Wuchen sneered, “Even the Family Head of Xuanhou Villa wouldn’t dare to speak to me like that. Who do you think you are? If you want to kill me, you’d better go back and ask your old man if he dares!”

“What?” Upon hearing Feng Wuchen’s words, Zhao Tianzheng was immediately shocked.

Feng Wuchen’s statement made Zhao Tianzheng realize something, his face starting to show a hint of regret.

When he thought about it carefully, Feng Wuchen, despite his young age, wielded such terrifying strength, he must be an extraordinary prodigy. Would such a prodigy not have a powerful backing?

Master He and the others were also shocked. Feng Wuchen’s statement undoubtedly implied that his background was more frightening than that of Xuanhou Villa, so terrifying that even the villa’s head wouldn’t dare to offend him.

“Kid, who are you?” Hou Yunchong frowned as he asked.

“Big Brother Hou, his name is Feng Wuchen!” Zhao Haiyun quickly replied.

In the moment he heard the name, Hou Yunchong’s body violently trembled, his pupils dilating to the extreme, filled with horror.

“Feng… Feng Wuchen, the… the Pill Emperor!” Hou Yunchong was utterly terrified, his complexion pale as paper.

“Big Brother Hou, what’s wrong?” Seeing the frightened expression on Hou Yunchong, Zhao Haiyun panicked. It seemed he had already realized something, but couldn’t help asking.

“…” Hou Yunchong did not answer, his mind went blank, gripped by extreme fear.

“The Pill Emperor?” Upon hearing Hou Yunchong’s trembling voice, Zhao Tianzheng’s expression suddenly changed drastically, his face instantly covered in fear.

Clearly, the reputation of the Pill Emperor was something Zhao Tianzheng was aware of!

Not only had Zhao Tianzheng heard of the Pill Emperor, but he also knew of the terrifying status the Pill Emperor held in the Wuji Domain.

“What’s going on? Has Young Master Hou been frightened? Why have he and the Family Head of the Zhao family suddenly become so terrified?”

“Feng Wuchen’s background seems to be even more powerful than Xuanhou Villa! There’s no mistaking it!”

“Could he be a genius disciple from the Tiandao Sect or the Immortal Tool Pavilion?”

In the mountains, everyone was guessing, extremely curious about Feng Wuchen’s identity, and their faces showed fear as well.

Above in the sky, the exceedingly frightened Hou Yunchong suddenly came to his senses, and then, under the shocked and disbelieving gazes of everyone, knelt in the void.

“Greetings, Pill Emperor! Yun Chong was unaware of the Pill Emperor’s presence and has caused offense. I implore the Pill Emperor’s forgiveness!” Hou Yunchong begged in fear, kowtowing repeatedly, his previous arrogance vanished entirely.

“The… the Pill Emperor…” Seeing Hou Yunchong kneel in shock and hearing the name ‘Pill Emperor’ from his mouth, Zhao Haiyun was completely dumbfounded, trembling violently, a sense of despair overwhelming him.

Not many might recognize Feng Wuchen, but the Pill Emperor was an existence whose reputation shook the Wuji Domain.

“Pill Emperor, please spare my life…” Zhao Haiyun knelt in utter despair.

Zhao Tianzheng and the high-ranking members of the Zhao family also knelt down, begging for mercy, their faces etched with despair.