Dragon God Supreme

A mysterious base.

”Bei Dou Yan! Come out!” the Grand Commander of the God Shadow Guard shouted.

Bei Dou Yan looked panic-stricken but dared not refuse.

”Fight!” the Grand Commander of the God Shadow Guard shouted.

”Boom boom boom!”

”Puff puff puff!”

One God Shadow Guard rushed up, punching and kicking, and in just a few moves, Bei Dou Yan was left coughing up blood, completely powerless to resist.

”Drag him away for training!” the Grand Commander of the God Shadow Guard shouted, ”Next! Long Qinghun!”

”Grand Commander, you’ve been hitting us for almost a month! This is abuse!” Long Qinghun screamed in terror.

The Grand Commander of the God Shadow Guard sneered, ”You’ve said that many times, hit him!”

”Boom boom boom!”

”Puff puff puff!”

Again, in just a few moves, Long Qinghun was severely injured and fell to the ground, unable to see how his opponent attacked.

The Grand Commander of the God Shadow Guard shouted, ”Next, Huanyang!”

One after another, they were violently beaten and injured.

Among dozens, it has been like this for over twenty days.

After being violently beaten, they train with injuries.

Recover and heal, then get beaten again, and train.

Day after day, more than twenty days passed, even Long Nitian felt terrified.

Every severe injury was at the brink of death.

Chi Huang, Luan Shen, and Leng Mucheng, along with Huanyang and others, had been tortured by Feng Wuchen once before, and this demonic training made them rather excited.

”In ten more days, the God Shadow Guard will take you out on a mission. If you don’t want to die, train hard!” the Grand Commander of the God Shadow Guard shouted.

The methods over at Dantong’s side were similar, equally cruel and ruthless.

The difference was, Blood War God emphasized stealth and deadly strikes.

Every day, they moved through dangerous forbidden zones, and death could come at any moment.

Long Qianye’s side was much more relaxed; at least they weren’t beaten. Zhang Junlan and others worked on training, exchanged combat experiences, with Long Qianye patiently guiding on the side.

Yang Zi Lan’s side was also easygoing, training each day, then battling against Yang Zi Lan, never stopping.

Nearly a month had passed, with the help of the Saint Yuan Stone, Blood Lotus Seeds, and spatial rings, everyone’s cultivation level had risen to different extents.

It was particularly noticeable.

Their cultivation had already surpassed Feng Wuchen.

Of course, after all their days of training, Feng Wuchen had just begun training, so surpassing him made sense.

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At the Dragon God Holy Temple, within the Third Elder’s palace.

The grand hall was filled with many high-level members of major forces under the temple.

The old faces were all extremely grim, the atmosphere in the hall was intensely oppressive.

Various high-level forces and the Third Elder alike opposed the conferring of the Dragon God Supreme title, but they were all suppressed.

The Third Elder thought this would at least cause Long Shi Hun to seriously consider, given the majority were against it.

But to his surprise, the three founders suppressed it forcefully without a word.

The Third Elder almost fainted in the hall.

”Unbelievable! Feng Wuchen is merely a junior; even if he’s the strongest in the Divine Realm, he’s nothing in the eyes of the Holy Realm. Why should he be Supreme? What virtue or ability does he possess?” the Third Elder blazed with anger.

An old man shook his head, sighed, ”Decisions by the three founders cannot be changed by us.”

”Third Elder, if the three founders hold Feng Wuchen in such high regard, they must have their reasons,” a mighty figure spoke cautiously.

The Third Elder’s face sank, glaring fiercely at the speaker, yelling angrily, ”Are you willing to be trampled by a little brat? If Feng Wuchen had powerful strength, I would have no objections, but right now he’s only at the Saint Realm; even to confer Supreme, he must first have sufficiently strong power.”

”Third Elder, calm down, since the three founders won’t agree, we can pressure Feng Wuchen to voluntarily renounce the Supreme title,” suggested an elderly man with white hair and beard.

”Last time, amidst such a big uproar with the killing, he didn’t care at all, how do we pressure him?” an elder asked.

With a face full of gloom, the Third Elder declared viciously, ”The three founders are all protecting Feng Wuchen, then let’s make it clear, I refuse to use underhanded methods. If Feng Wuchen can achieve it, what harm is there in admitting he is the Dragon God Supreme? If he can’t, then remove the title!”

The Third Elder was determined to oppose, his conditions were absolutely formidable.

Absolutely beyond human capability.

...

Inside the main hall, Long Shi Hun and the three founders were filled with helplessness.

”The three founders, the Third Elder is just too stubborn, he is merely considering the Dragon God Holy Temple’s reputation, not against its interests,” the Great Elder Chu Tianshu chuckled lightly.

Long Shitian shook his head with a bitter smile, ”Don’t we know that old fellow’s temperament? They’ll understand in due course.”

”By the way, Great Elder, any recent movements from the Demon Clan?” Long Shi Hun asked.

Chu Tianshu’s old face grew solemn, ”Temporarily, no movement. Because of the Dragon God Totem’s suppression, they dare not cause any trouble unless the elder Clan Leader and Wuji Elder emerge, they absolutely won’t dare any big actions.”

Pausing, Chu Tianshu continued, ”The three traitors have left the Demon Clan, gone to the Profound Holy Realm; they surely know of the Supreme Ascension matter.”

Long Shi Hun nodded, ”Quickly find out why that old undead is protecting those three!”

”Xuan Mu and Sheng Ying have always been secretly investigating, so far no news,” Chu Tianshu nodded.

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A month swiftly passed.

Feng Wuchen shut himself in for a full month, his cultivation sky-rocketing.

A month in the outside world equated to five months within the Divine Ring.

After five months of seclusion, Feng Wuchen’s cultivation had entered the Saint Spirit Realm.

Directly soaring by eight stars!

His training speed was terrifying beyond belief!

”Finally broke through to the Saint Spirit Realm, now with this power, killing Zhu Jiu is easily within reach!” Feng Wuchen smiled confidently, extremely pleased with his formidable strength.

Feng Wuchen was absolutely not boasting.

With the Holy Artifact and origin power boost, plus an immensely robust physique, Feng Wuchen was undoubtedly confident to overpower the Three-Star Saint Spirit Zhu Jiu with a One-Star Saint Spirit’s realm.

”I wonder if Xiao Xiao and the others have also broken through to the Saint Spirit Realm,” Feng Wuchen mused.

With a thought, Feng Wuchen exited the Divine Ring, appearing in the grand hall.

”Brother Feng, you’re finally out,” Dantong’s voice immediately echoed, soon appearing in the grand hall.

Feng Wuchen glanced at Dantong, smiled, ”Judging by your tone, seems like I have trouble again.”

”Yes, that’s right, and it’s big trouble,” Dantong shook his head helplessly.

Feng Wuchen shrugged, his expression indifferent.

Sitting down, Dantong said, ”The Third Elder and major forces under the Dragon God Holy Temple strongly oppose conferring you as Dragon God Supreme, but the three founders suppressed them. They won’t let go, now offering conditions, if you can fulfill them, they’ll acknowledge you as Dragon God Supreme.”