Dragon God Supreme

Feng Wuchen could tell that Yi Qingyun had some personal bias, but he didn’t say anything.

For the Underworld King, being crippled was a more painful punishment than death.

As a practitioner, one would rather die than become a cripple.

Seeing that Feng Wuchen didn’t seem to mind, Yi Qingyun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man in front of him was none other than the Supreme of the Dragon God Clan, a being equivalent to the fourth forefather, utterly untouchable.

”My lord, should we kill Dongfang Zhan?” Yi Qingyun asked respectfully.

”No rush, I’ve heard the Supreme Holy Temple has Saint Emperor experts. Let’s wait for them to come together.” Feng Wuchen sneered.

Dongfang Zhan’s face was extremely hideous, and he growled angrily, ”Feng Wuchen, I hope you don’t regret offending my Supreme Holy Temple!”

”I should be saying that to you.” Feng Wuchen shot a cold glance at Dongfang Zhan.

Ignoring the life and death of the incapacitated Underworld King on the ground, Feng Wuchen approached the severely injured Jiang Shuihan step by step, his gaze filled with coldness like a demon’s.

Seeing Feng Wuchen’s terrifying gaze, Jiang Shuihan instinctively stepped back a few paces, his heart racing.

Jiang Yihu’s face darkened as he stepped forward to shield his son.

”Jiang Shuihan, I gave you a chance, but you didn’t cherish it, only to regret it in the end.” Feng Wuchen shook his head and said coldly, ”Do you think I’m afraid to wash your Jiang family in blood?”

”You’re wrong. I’m just waiting to see the attitude of the Supreme Holy Temple. If I wish, I could wash your Jiang family in blood anytime. To me, the Supreme Holy Temple is nothing.” Feng Wuchen spoke coldly, his words full of dominance and indisputability.

Feng Wuchen did this to use the Supreme Holy Temple to deter the various forces of the Northern Profound Realm, so the Holy Tower could develop steadily in the future.

”Such arrogant words, daring to say the Supreme Holy Temple is nothing. I haven’t seen such an arrogant person in many years.”

As Feng Wuchen’s words fell, an aged and authoritative voice resounded over Tianxuan City.

Immediately, an extremely terrifying aura descended from the sky, gripping the souls of all present.

The aura of a Two-star Saint Emperor!

A cultivation level comparable to Yi Qingyun’s.

”Great Elder!” Dongfang Zhan was instantly overjoyed.

”The Great Elder of the Supreme Holy Temple!” Jiang Yihu was overwhelmed with excitement.

Above Tianxuan City, an elderly silhouette silently appeared, a black-robed elder.

This person is the Great Elder of the Supreme Holy Temple, Dongfang Baiming.

”The Great Elder of the Supreme Holy Temple!”

The many onlooking practitioners were shocked, gasping in awe.

”Greetings to the Great Elder!” Dongfang Zhan and the five Saint Monarchs all bowed respectfully.

The Great Elder of the Supreme Holy Temple, a being second only to one, with an exalted position and terrifying power.

”Great Elder, this one is called Feng Wuchen. He forced Shuihan to kneel and beg for mercy, but we don’t know his background, though Yi Qingyun is very respectful towards him, so he must have some status.” Dongfang Zhan reported respectfully.

”Indeed, not simple.” Dongfang Baiming nodded slightly, his aged eyes scrutinizing Feng Wuchen.

”Grandfather Baiming, Yi Qingyun injured me, quickly kill him!” Jiang Shuihan pointed at Yi Qingyun angrily, wishing to tear Yi Qingyun apart immediately.

”Shuihan, this elder will uphold justice for you. No one is allowed to bully or humiliate you. However, I’m curious whether the forces behind you can contend with the major forces of the North Domain!” Dongfang Baiming spoke with authority.

Dongfang Baiming was not speaking recklessly.

The Supreme Holy Temple could indeed invite experts from other major forces of the North Domain for help!

”Feng Wuchen, Yi Qingyun cannot protect himself now. Let’s see who will help you!” Jiang Shuihan thought coldly, a look of pride and ferocity on his face as he looked at Feng Wuchen.

Feng Wuchen gave Dongfang Baiming a cold glance and smirked, genuinely wondering where Dongfang Baiming’s confidence came from.

Yi Qingyun also subtly shook his head, thinking that they had no idea what kind of terrifying existence they were facing.

”You injured my grandson and forced him to kneel and beg for mercy. You must pay with your life!” Dongfang Baiming shouted angrily, unleashing a fierce killing intent.

”Buzz buzz!”

The terrifying power of the Two-star Saint Emperor spread, causing Tianxuan City to tremble and crack violently.

Terrified, many practitioners fled in fear.

”Dongfang Baiming, you want to kill me, you’re dreaming!” Yi Qingyun said coldly.

However, for the safety of Feng Wuchen, Yi Qingyun had already sent a sound transmission to Dantong, considering that there were other powerful Saint Monarchs like Dongfang Zhan.

The distance from Nanxuan Realm to Northern Profound Realm was considerable, and Heavenly Fight Holy Temple experts couldn’t arrive shortly. Therefore, sending a sound transmission to Dantong was most suitable.

”Yi Qingyun, what if I, the Hall Master, join the fray?”

As Yi Qingyun finished speaking, a proud and angry voice suddenly resounded in the sky.

”Dongfang He!” Yi Qingyun slightly frowned, shocked in his heart, ”Three-star Saint Emperor, this old creature actually broke through!”

”Grandfather!” Jiang Shuihan was ecstatic.

This time, killing Feng Wuchen was absolutely assured.

”The Hall Master of the Supreme Holy Temple is here!” The fleeing practitioners exclaimed in shock.

An overwhelming aura more formidable than Dongfang Baiming’s radiated out.

The Hall Master of the Supreme Holy Temple, Dongfang He, had arrived.

Jiang Shuihan’s actual grandfather!

”Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”

Three silhouettes appeared above Tianxuan City.

Dongfang He and two elders, all three at the Saint Emperor level.

The Supreme Holy Temple had four Saint Emperor experts!

The Hall Master and three great elders of the Supreme Holy Temple all arrived, an incredibly fearsome lineup.

Yi Qingyun alone couldn’t possibly defeat four Saint Emperors.

However, Yi Qingyun remained very calm.

Yi Qingyun knew that once they offended Feng Wuchen, the Supreme Holy Temple would no longer have a reason to exist.

”Feng Wuchen, your death is at hand!” Jiang Shuihan shouted wildly, extremely excited, as if already envisioning the scene of Feng Wuchen being brutally tormented by him.

”Finally, they’re here.” Feng Wuchen grinned, not afraid but rather expectant.

”You are Feng Wuchen?” Dongfang He fixed a vicious gaze on Feng Wuchen, saying coldly, ”Kneel and kowtow to beg my grandson for mercy, and I might let you have an intact corpse!”

Feng Wuchen shook his head, sneered, and said, ”Is this the attitude of the Supreme Holy Temple? Just as I expected. If the Supreme Holy Temple disappears in the Northern Profound Realm, it will certainly establish the prestige of the Alchemist Holy Tower and deter the Northern Profound Realm.”

”Arrogant words! Hand over the person behind you. For Yi Qingyun to bow to you, the person behind you must be strong!” Dongfang He said grimly.

”You’re not qualified.” Feng Wuchen shook his index finger, then sneered, ”Old thing, if you kneel and beg me for mercy now, I might only wash the Jiang family in blood.”

”Yi Qingyun is for me to handle; confine Feng Wuchen so Shuihan can kill him personally! Third Elder, immediately take people to the Nanxuan Realm and annex the Heavenly Fight Holy Temple, move out!” Dongfang He directly ordered, launching a fierce attack at Yi Qingyun.

The terrifying power of the Three-star Saint Emperor erupted with full force.

”Let me see the look on your faces when you regret it.” Feng Wuchen chuckled coldly.