Dragon God Supreme

Chapter 821: Chapter 821: The Controller’s Soul Chapter 821: Chapter 821: The Controller’s Soul “You think you have the qualifications to dominate me? You’re not worthy,” the young man declared scornfully as he glanced at Feng Wuchen, not taking him seriously even though Feng Wuchen possessed the power to destroy worlds.

“Yearning to seize the power of time is but a daydream!”

The spirit of the artifact became even more arrogant.

“Hey! Why are you acting like this? Brother Feng kindly awakened you, so what’s wrong with asking you to break a seal? Just because you’re a Divine Artifact’s spirit, you think you’re so great? Not even a thank you, and now you’re making snide remarks!” Liu Qingyang said, highly displeased.

“The Hall Master did not ask me to awaken, he did so of his own volition,” the artifact’s spirit retorted confidently.

Feng Wuchen sneered coolly, “Without my power, you’d soon exhaust your world-destroying strength and fall back into slumber. Without the power of time, you’d be doomed to eternal sleep.”

“I’d rather sleep than fall into the hands of someone as inept as you!” the artifact’s spirit coldly replied, its arrogance extreme.

“If you’re unwilling, then I have no choice but to force your hand,” Feng Wuchen said, his sneer taking on a teasing tone.

“Ha ha!” Upon hearing Feng Wuchen’s words, the artifact’s spirit couldn’t help but burst into laughter, boasting arrogantly, “You stinking brat, you think you can force me? Do you really believe that with your fifth level of the Tianji Realm, you can do anything to me?”

“Don’t forget that you’re just a Soul Body,” Feng Wuchen sneered. “Even if you were of the Divinity Transformation Realm, what of it?”

“A Soul Body is more than enough to deal with you!” the artifact’s spirit said contemptuously, considering any cultivator of the Tianji Realm as trash.

The artifact’s spirit stared at Feng Wuchen with a cold gaze and said, “I’ll say this up front, as a courtesy for awakening me, I won’t hold it against you. But if you insist on going your own way, I won’t hesitate to kill you!”

“Oh, is that so?” Feng Wuchen remained undaunted by the threat, and with a thought, he summoned the Nine Layers Qiankun Tower, and immediately, more than a dozen Soul Puppets flashed into being.

Seeing the appearance of more than a dozen powerful Divinity Transformation Realm warriors, Liu Qingyang and the others felt considerably relieved.

Surely more than a dozen could beat one Soul Body, right?

“The Nine Layers Qiankun Tower?” The artifact’s spirit flinched upon seeing the golden tower in Feng Wuchen’s hand, a trace of fear flashing through its eyes.

“Oh? You recognize this treasure? You seem to be quite afraid of it,” Feng Wuchen said with a cold sneer, noticing the artifact’s spirit was very wary of the Nine Layers Qiankun Tower.

The artifact’s spirit’s recognition of the Nine Layers Qiankun Tower also meant that it was a Primordial Ancient Divine Artifact!

“Feng Wuchen’s tower is no ordinary item,” the Hall Master commented with a slight frown, eyeing the tower in Feng Wuchen’s hand as if wanting to snatch it.

“What a shame, the Nine Layers Qiankun Tower is damaged, now it’s just an Immortal Artifact. It can’t do anything to me,” the artifact’s spirit sneered, relieved to see that the Nine Layers Qiankun Tower was merely an Immortal Artifact.

From the beginning to the end, the artifact’s spirit never spared a glance for Feng Wuchen’s Soul Puppets, clearly not deeming the dozen or so Divinity Transformation Realm worthy of its attention.

“I didn’t say I’d use this treasure to deal with you,” Feng Wuchen said playfully.

“Could it be them? These weaklings?” the artifact’s spirit grew more disdainful and more proud, almost unable to stop itself from bursting into laughter.

“They’re just here to prevent the escape of the Primordial Annulus Gear,” Feng Wuchen said with a wave of his hand, as more than a dozen Divinity Transformation Realm figures flashed to the far corners, blocking all escape routes.

“Hm? Prevent my escape?” The artifact’s spirit was taken aback, then threw back its head and laughed, “Ha ha! Ha ha!”

“What is the Hall Master doing?” Ye Tianwei and the others looked at each other in confusion, uncertain of what Feng Wuchen was plotting.

“Summoning an ancient primordial beast?” The Lord of the Minor Commandery slightly furrowed his brows, recalling the Dark Demon Panther, a wave of terror that originated from his soul and couldn’t be controlled washed over him.

Although the Artifact Spirit was a highly skilled practitioner and just a Soul Body, the Artifact Spirit was also a strong being at the Divinity Transformation Realm. Currently, only the Dark Demon Panther could contend with the Artifact Spirit.

“Is it amusing?” Feng Wuchen slowly raised his palm, and with a thought, as his palm curled like claws, the Artifact Spirit was unexpectedly drawn towards him by Feng Wuchen.

The Artifact Spirit, laughing maniacally, saw its complexion change along with everyone else’s, and they exclaimed in horror, “What is going on? This is impossible! Brat, when did you…”

“What, are you surprised?” Feng Wuchen asked with a cold laugh. His claw-like hand seemed to be able to trap the Artifact Spirit, who, despite its Divinity Transformation Realm cultivation, was powerless to resist.

“This… How is this possible?” Watching the Artifact Spirit trapped and unable to resist by Feng Wuchen, Zhang Junlan and the others were stunned, none knowing what had happened.

What kind of Divine Skill was this? They had never seen Feng Wuchen use such a terrifying power before.

“I must be seeing things, right? How can Brother Feng possibly trap the Artifact Spirit? That’s a Divinity Transformation Realm being!” Liu Qingyang was nearly scared out of his wits.

“The power of a primordial ancient beast? No, Feng Wuchen didn’t even stir any force; what exactly is happening?” The Lord of the Minor Commandery’s eyes widened, also at a loss to explain the situation.

“Could it be the master’s Soul Power? The master is a Seventh-Grade Alchemist, reaching the Emperor of Alchemy’s level, hence able to suppress the Artifact Spirit,” Lan Yue speculated.

“It’s not Soul Power; the teacher didn’t activate any Soul Power at all. I don’t know how the teacher did it,” Zhang Junlan said, shaking his head in bewilderment.

Watching the Artifact Spirit being grasped by the neck and lifted by Feng Wuchen, utterly incapable of resisting, Liu Qingyang and his group, as well as the Lord of the Minor Commandery, were agape with shock.

“What was it you said before? That I don’t have the right to command you? That my wish to seize the power of time is a delusional folly?” Feng Wuchen asked with a wicked smile.

The Artifact Spirit struggled fiercely but to no avail; it was firmly suppressed by Feng Wuchen.

Feng Wuchen seemed to possess an item that naturally restrained the Artifact Spirit.

“Kneel!” Feng Wuchen’s voice suddenly turned icy, and with a fierce shout, the moment he released his hand, the Artifact Spirit actually knelt down on its own.

The face of the Artifact Spirit was filled with anger and pain, yet it was powerless to resist Feng Wuchen’s command.

“You little rat! When exactly did you mess with it?” The enraged Artifact Spirit roared furiously, glaring at Feng Wuchen with a menacing gaze.

But when the Artifact Spirit inadvertently saw the wound on Feng Wuchen’s fingertip, it suddenly understood.

“When the Primordial Annulus Gear absorbed the power to end the world, it was during that time… Impossible, how could this being have not noticed?” The Artifact Spirit howled in extreme rage.

“Because I’m an Artifact Refiner!” Feng Wuchen said with a cold laugh.

“Damn it!” The Artifact Spirit cursed, its ephemeral form instantly turning into a golden light and entering the Primordial Annulus Gear.

“Swoosh!”

The Primordial Annulus Gear shot out like lightning, attempting to flee.

“Bang bang bang!”

The Primordial Annulus Gear rushed out furiously but was blocked by the energy condensed by over a dozen Soul Puppets, its attempts to smash through were thwarted from all directions.

“Thinking of escaping now? It’s too late. Your power is suppressed by me; you won’t be able to escape,” Feng Wuchen said coldly, reaching out his claw again, capturing the Artifact Spirit through the air and then pulling back, he forcibly extracted the Artifact Spirit from the Divine Artifact.