Dragon God Supreme

Chapter 1003: Chapter 1003: Rakshasa Tribe

The orders issued by Feng Wuchen spread from the Dragon God Palace to all major forces of the Dragon God Alliance.

After the news spread, the major forces were extremely shocked.

No one expected this day to come so soon.

Aware of the terrifying strength of the Demon Clan, all forces issued orders to prepare for death and gear up for war.

In no time, practitioners from all major forces entered into secluded cultivation, making full preparations for the great battle.

Alchemists, Artifact Refiners, as well as Inscription Masters and Forging Masters worked with clear division of tasks.

Alchemists took charge of refining a large quantity of Healing Pills and recovery-type Elixirs.

Artifact Refiners were responsible for crafting various Divine Weapons and magical treasures, even including hidden weapons.

Inscription Masters specialized in refining a variety of Inscriptions, including those for attack, defense, speed, control, and so on.

Forging Masters focused on helping cultivators forge their weapons, boosting the weapons’ combat power.

Inside the Dragon God Palace, Feng Wuchen was currently refining Earth Rank Inscriptions and Immortal-grade Patterns at such a fast pace that anyone who saw it would drop their jaw in amazement.

One-Thought Pattern Formation, with a wave of his hand, a series of powerful Inscriptions formed one after another, emanating a domineering Soul Power wherever it passed, golden Inscriptions emerged and filled the entire room.

If Yunyouzi were here, he would certainly kneel down in shock and ask to become a disciple.

In front of Feng Wuchen, his thirty thousand Earth Rank Inscriptions were simply child’s play.

“Immortal-grade Patterns are powerful, and even more so when combined with martial techniques,” Feng Wuchen muttered to himself, while storing the refined Inscriptions into his Storage Ring.

“Brother Feng.”

At this moment, a crisp, cheerful laugh came from outside the door.

“Come in,” Feng Wuchen said with a slight smile.

Ling Xiaoxiao pushed the door open and, seeing Feng Wuchen collecting Inscriptions, couldn’t help but smile, “Brother Feng is refining Inscriptions? You’re sweating profusely; you’ve been working hard.”

While speaking, she hurriedly wiped the sweat from Feng Wuchen’s brow, looking very heartbroken.

“Second Layer of the Divinity Transformation Realm, not bad, you’re close to a breakthrough,” Feng Wuchen said with a nod and a smile, then with a wave of his hand, a dozen Inscriptions flew towards Ling Xiaoxiao.

Feng Wuchen said, “Xiao Xiao, these are Immortal-grade Patterns. Five defense Inscriptions, five healing Inscriptions, three attack Inscriptions, and one escape Inscription. Keep them safe.”

“Thank you, Brother Feng,” Ling Xiaoxiao said with a delighted laugh, without any pretense.

Feng Wuchen gently stroked Ling Xiaoxiao’s head, and said with a light smile, “Why did you leave the retreat before breaking through? Is there something the matter?”

Ling Xiaoxiao smiled sweetly and asked, “Does Brother Feng still remember that you said you would visit the future in-laws at the Rakshasa tribe?”

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen’s face changed slightly, he slapped his head and said, “Ah, look at me, I actually forgot.”

“Hehe, it just so happens that my father wants to see you,” Ling Xiaoxiao laughed.

“Your father wants to see me?” Feng Wuchen was slightly stunned, surprised as he looked at Ling Xiaoxiao.

“Mhm, firstly, he wants to talk to you about the upcoming war with the Demon Clan, secondly, he wants Brother Feng to help grandfather extract the fire poison, and thirdly, he wants to thank you in person for the Amber Stone you sent,” Ling Xiaoxiao said playfully.

“So that’s the case,” Feng Wuchen nodded and silently let out a sigh of relief.

Feng Wuchen had thought the Rakshasa tribe might push for a forced marriage, but it seemed he was overthinking it.

Gently pinching Ling Xiaoxiao’s pretty face, Feng Wuchen smiled and said, “Let’s go, we should have gone there earlier.”

Just as Feng Wuchen and Ling Xiaoxiao were about to leave the grand hall and attempt to use spatial transference to head to the Rakshasa tribe, a distinguished guest arrived at the Dragon God Palace.

“Baili Yufeng?” Feng Wuchen was slightly surprised.

“Brother Feng, congratulations on your greatly increased cultivation level.” Baili Yufeng said with a smile, his figure slowly descending onto the square of the Dragon God Palace.

“You have also broken through to the Divinity Transformation Realm, haven’t you?” Feng Wuchen replied with a cheerful laugh, instantly discerning Baili Yufeng’s cultivation level.

“What brings you to the Dragon God Palace today?” asked Feng Wuchen with a smile as he walked down the stairs.

Casting a glance at Ling Xiaoxiao, Baili Yufeng said with a smile, “Nothing much. I just finished a cultivation session and sensed Brother Feng’s power, so I decided to come and have a look.”

“Where are you two off to?” Seeing that Feng Wuchen and Ling Xiaoxiao were about to head out, Baili Yufeng asked out of curiosity.

“I’m taking Brother Feng to meet my future in-laws,” Ling Xiaoxiao interjected with a smile.

“I see! Congratulations! The big day must be drawing near. Just don’t forget about me when it comes,” Baili Yufeng hastily congratulated with a cupped fist.

“The great battle is imminent; how can there be talk of a joyful occasion? It’s still early.” Feng Wuchen replied with a wry smile. With the Demon Clan not yet vanquished, he hadn’t considered marriage yet.

“Let’s postpone the affair of the elder for later,” thought Baili Yufeng to himself while he said with a smile, “I won’t disturb you any further, farewell.”

Feng Wuchen frowned slightly, thinking, “Baili Yufeng wouldn’t come to the Dragon God Palace without reason, but I wonder what it could be.”

Feng Wuchen didn’t ponder much over it. After greeting Tianxianzi, he set off with Ling Xiaoxiao to the Rakshasa tribe.

When Feng Wuchen and Ling Xiaoxiao reappeared, they had already arrived in the space of the Rakshasa tribe.

“Such an impressive teleportation technique,” exclaimed Feng Wuchen in amazement.

“Of course!” boasted Ling Xiaoxiao proudly.

“Swoosh!”

At that moment, a figure brimming with terrifying power shot towards them with lightning speed.

“Seventh Level of the Divinity Transformation Realm!” Feng Wuchen’s face changed instantly, the attack was extremely sudden.

“Dragon God Fist Gauntlets! Kylin Battle Armor!” At once, Feng Wuchen summoned the destructive force of annihilation and unleashed the Divine Artifact, meeting the attack with a punch.

“Boom!”

“Humming!”

In a flash, two fierce punches collided, causing a loud detonation. The savage and terrifying force sent Feng Wuchen flying backwards.

The abrupt attack had nearly caught Feng Wuchen off guard, his hurriedly summoned power no match for the opponent’s ferocious strength.

“Strength comparable to the Eightfold of the Divinity Transformation Realm!” Feng Wuchen thought to himself in shock.

“Feng Wuchen, if you wish to marry our Rakshasa tribe’s holy maiden, you must first pass our test. If you are not strong enough, we won’t agree to it,” said the attacker with a smile, a strong aura of battle erupting from him.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”

One after another, figures glowing like shooting stars flew towards them, each radiating a mighty presence. They were the younger generation’s powerful individuals from the Rakshasa tribe, including those from the Tianji Realm and the Divinity Transformation Realm.

“Brother Feng! These are the rules of our Rakshasa tribe,” Ling Xiaoxiao said with a smile that alluded to taking pleasure in the calamity, but she wasn’t the least bit worried, knowing Feng Wuchen’s strength.

“Greetings to the holy maiden!” a dozen or so young powerhouses respectfully greeted.

“So that’s how it is,” Feng Wuchen said with a light smile.

“Advancing from the Fifth Layer to the Seventh Level of the Divinity Transformation Realm in an instant. Holy maiden, you were right about Feng Wuchen’s formidable strength,” said the man who had launched the previous attack with a laugh.

“Brother Lingyun, your attack had no effect,” another man said with a laugh.

“Feng Wuchen, we sensed your aura earlier, at the peak of the Ninth Level of the Divinity Transformation Realm. Your strength is terrifying,” Lingyun said with a laugh, his fighting spirit surging.

“Knowing this, you still challenge me?” Feng Wuchen asked in astonishment.

“Of course not. It’s us!” Lingyun said, almost delighting in the disaster as he laughed.