Dragon God Supreme

”How could the Dragon Ancestor agree to that old geezer Nangong Xuan investigating the cause of Wu Qi’s death?”

In the blink of an eye, Dantong’s consciousness transported Feng Wuchen to the Dragon God Realm. On the road to Wuji Snow Mountain, Feng Wuchen began to ask.

”Long Xiaoyang the Great Protector sent me a message, saying that Gu Xuan Venerable apologized for Wu Qi’s unauthorized intrusion into the Dragon God Realm, so the Dragon Ancestor agreed.” Dantong shrugged.

”Gu Xuan Venerable? The Hall Master of the Martial Soul Holy Palace?” Feng Wuchen grinned and said, ”I didn’t expect such a powerful figure to actually bow their head.”

”Gu Xuan Venerable is just an old fox; he’s using retreat as an advance, very cunning as the elders say.” Dantong laughed, ”Of course, Gu Xuan Venerable isn’t afraid of us, he just dares not provoke us easily.”

This point cannot be denied.

The Martial Soul Holy Palace, being the strongest in the Holy Realm, certainly has its reasons for strength.

”By the way, at the Alchemist Convention, I heard from the Great Elder that the Demon Clan was scared away by the Great Ancestor. What happened?” Feng Wuchen asked curiously.

Hearing this, Dantong immediately got excited and began a long discourse.

Meanwhile, at Wuji Snow Mountain.

Yang Zi Lan and Nangong Xuan arrived at Yun Xue Peak where Wu Qi died.

This was the place Ling Xiaoxiao trained, with five others currently still in closed training.

”Wu Qi died just ahead; you can go check for yourself.” Yang Zi Lan pointed at the ice blocks not far ahead, which were Wu Qi’s shattered body.

”Who killed Wu Qi?” Nangong Xuan frowned and asked.

Yang Zi Lan replied without turning his head, ”You have an hour.”

With that, Yang Zi Lan left.

”You!” Nangong Xuan was furious, his anger explosive; Yang Zi Lan’s attitude greatly displeased him, making him wish he could kill Yang Zi Lan with a single slap.

”Nangong Xuan!” Long Xiaoyang’s cold and authoritative voice echoed.

Nangong Xuan’s old face changed sharply, his whole body trembled in fright, and his anger instantly vanished, replaced by terror.

Long Xiaoyang’s terrifying pressure was too much for Nangong Xuan to withstand.

Long Xiaoyang appeared silently, his gaze fell on Wu Qi’s corpse now in dozens of ice pieces, coldly saying, ”If Qian Ye knew your attitude towards Yang Protector, you would never leave the Dragon God Realm alive. Without me having to act, Qian Ye could kill you, and whether Gu Xuan Venerable would dare come to your rescue is unknown.”

”...” Nangong Xuan dared not utter a word.

If indeed true, Gu Xuan Venerable would have a hard time leaving the Dragon God Realm alive.

Being the Great Elder of the Martial Soul Holy Palace, now he had to swallow his pride.

”Ice attribute power!” Nangong Xuan deeply furrowed his old brow, urging his soul power to carefully sense.

”Wu Qi’s cultivation isn’t weak, not far inferior to yours; Yang Protector doesn’t have the capability to kill him. The Dragon God Holy Temple has ice attribute experts, but none could have such powerful ice attribute power—it’s no ordinary ice attribute.” Long Xiaoyang said indifferently.

Long Xiaoyang only knew Wu Qi’s death was related to Feng Wuchen, suspecting it also involved a mysterious expert.

After a while, Nangong Xuan furrowed his brow deeply, ”I’ve never seen such domineering ice attributes in my life.”

”Don’t bother investigating. If the Dragon God Holy Temple had such domineering ice attributes, your Martial Soul Holy Palace would already be wiped out.” Long Xiaoyang shrugged, speaking bluntly.

”Wu Qi died here; Yang Zi Lan must know who did it, and it’s impossible you don’t know.” Nangong Xuan looked at Long Xiaoyang.

”You really want to know?” Long Xiaoyang eyed Nangong Xuan.

”I fervently ask the Great Protector to tell me.” Nangong Xuan nodded, suppressing any trace of temper.

”If I say it’s the Supreme who killed him, would you believe me?” Long Xiaoyang smiled.

”Feng Wuchen?” Nangong Xuan was stunned, utterly astonished, his old face quickly turning somber—clearly understanding Long Xiaoyang was toying with him.

Could Feng Wuchen have defeated Wu Qi?

Daydreaming?

Does Feng Wuchen have even a scrap of cultivation?

”You don’t believe?” Long Xiaoyang looked at Nangong Xuan and said, ”You can ask Our Supreme yourself, as he has arrived.”

”Nangong Xuan, Wu Qi was indeed killed by me.” Feng Wuchen’s faint voice came as he flew in slowly with Dantong.

”Feng Wuchen, so you are indeed the Supreme of the Dragon God Holy Temple. Elder, I should have figured it out at Soul-Pillar Pagoda.” Seeing Feng Wuchen appear, Nangong Xuan’s old face looked even worse.

”Brother Xiaoyang, long time no see—didn’t meet you at the Dragon God Holy Temple.” Feng Wuchen looked at Long Xiaoyang with a smile.

Long Xiaoyang’s face was full of joyous smiles, ”Brother Feng, wasn’t I busy cultivating? Your brother Wu Feng is also cultivating.”

”Brother Xiaoyang, tell them to stop cultivation for now; I’ll have something to discuss shortly.” Feng Wuchen smiled.

”Alright!” Long Xiaoyang nodded.

Watching Feng Wuchen and Long Xiaoyang, such terrifying experts calling each other brothers, Nangong Xuan’s old face darkened.

”Nangong Xuan, since the Martial Soul Holy Palace wants to investigate, I’ll tell you: Wu Qi was killed by me, Yang Protector and my wife all know.”

”I saw Wu Qi injure Yang Protector and even force Yang Protector to go back; I couldn’t stand it and struck. I instantly moved and pointed at Wu Qi’s forehead, then he was frozen. With another point, he turned into this.”

Feng Wuchen honestly recounted the events, without any lies.

”...” Nangong Xuan was nearly driven mad with anger.

Wu Qi was a Seven Stars Saint Emperor; could you, Feng Wuchen, as a Saint King kill him with a finger?

Fooling ghosts?

”It really was me.” Feng Wuchen said, casually releasing a surge of ice attribute power.

A finger reached Nangong Xuan’s brow.

This fingertip from Feng Wuchen made Nangong Xuan jump back in fright, retreating repeatedly.

”Feng Wuchen!” Realizing Feng Wuchen was toying with him, deliberately embarrassing him, Nangong Xuan was enraged, his old face flushed and twisted.

”Nangong Xuan! Watch your attitude! Disrespecting the Dragon God Clan Supreme, even Gu Xuan Venerable couldn’t save you!” Long Xiaoyang reprimanded sternly, his terrifying pressure directly subdued Nangong Xuan.

”Don’t be afraid, I wasn’t intending any harm. Just showing you how I killed Wu Qi—that’s all I have to say. That’s how it happened.” Feng Wuchen grinned.

”You’re only a Two-star Saint King; there’s no way you could kill Wu Qi the command leader!” Nangong Xuan suppressed the raging fury inside, speaking calmly.

”I’ve been truthful, why won’t you believe me? Otherwise, who do you think could wield such domineering ice attributes?” Feng Wuchen questioned.

”Certainly not you!” Nangong Xuan refused to believe.

”If you don’t believe, so be it.” Feng Wuchen shrugged, smiling, ”I’ll be even more generous. You have three days to investigate in the Dragon God Realm; bring as many people as you want, but don’t touch my folks—no one, otherwise forget about yourself, even if Gu Xuan Venerable comes, I’ll make him kneel and beg.”

”And still not spare him.”

”Gu Xuan Venerable might be listening, I’m also addressing him—I hope he tries!”