Chapter 892 - 892 892 Demon Clan Identity

Chapter 892: Chapter 892 Demon Clan Identity Chapter 892: Chapter 892 Demon Clan Identity Feng Wuchen’s alchemy speed was so fast, several times quicker than Tian Gu’s.

Inside the pill furnace, the numerous medicinal herbs visibly shed their outer layer at a terrifying speed and fused into a medicinal liquid, the whole scene reminiscent of a movie in fast forward.

This was simply a performance, not alchemy!

“The pill is solidifying! The pill is solidifying!”

“So fast! How can there be such a terrifying alchemy speed?”

“The medicinal liquid has just been extracted, and it’s already starting to solidify into a pill!”

All the alchemists in the audience were dumbstruck, massive waves stirred in their hearts, and they were all petrified.

Everyone present, even those who were not alchemists, had faces full of shock and disbelief at this moment.

Because from within the pill furnace, an overwhelmingly powerful aura permeated, and all three furnaces were emanating the same aura.

“No! He must not be allowed to successfully refine it.” Sensing the powerful aura spreading from the elixir, Tian Gu felt his elixir inferior to Feng Wuchen’s, and decided to destroy Feng Wuchen’s pill furnace.

With this thought, Tian Gu suddenly exerted his strength, a mighty presence bursting forth. The terrifying power of the Tianji Realm’s eighth level also erupted, sending nearby pill furnaces flying off. Tian Gu, from a distance, fiercely struck towards Feng Wuchen’s pill furnace with a palm.

“Master be careful! He’s going to destroy the pill furnace!” Ye Tianwei’s face changed drastically as he shouted.

“Hmph! Do you think it’s that easy?” Feng Wuchen snorted coldly, swiftly clapped his hands together, and ferocious True Yuan energy burst forth, unleashing a powerful control force.

“Boom!”

“Pfft!”

Two forces collided in an instant, with a thunderous explosion, Tian Gu’s face suddenly changed color, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, staggering back dozens of meters.

Feng Wuchen’s domineering power directly overwhelmed Tian Gu’s force, affecting the three pill furnaces not in the slightest.

“He can still exert force to counterattack while solidifying the pill!” Wang Jiuzhong was obviously shocked.

“The Master is actually dividing his attention during the critical moment of pill solidification, isn’t he afraid of the pills exploding?” Xia Yunxuan exclaimed in shock, breaking into a cold sweat.

Every step in alchemy is critically important, none should be taken carelessly, utmost concentration is required, otherwise, there’s a risk of pill explosion, especially the more powerful the elixir, the less room there is for distraction.

That was exactly why Wang Jiuzhong and the others were taken aback.

“No! The Master is still solidifying the pill, fighting Tian Gu while performing alchemy!” Tianxianzi exclaimed suddenly, his old face filled with shock, his whole frame trembling.

“Tianji Realm eightfold?” Tian Gu, who was pushed back dozens of meters, looked at Feng Wuchen with extreme horror and thought, “Wasn’t Feng Wuchen in the seventh level of Tianji Realm? How did he rise to the eighth? What… what’s going on?”

“You think this little force can destroy my pill furnace? Hmph!” Feng Wuchen said with a mocking sneer, his hands continuously shaping intricate gestures, indicating the pills were nearly finished.

For Feng Wuchen, the power of the Tianji Realm’s eighth level was too weak, posing no threat.

Hearing Feng Wuchen’s dismissive words, Tian Gu’s expression darkened further, his teeth clenched in rage and full of fury.

Feng Wuchen’s insults and mockery had completely enraged Tian Gu.

“Humming!”

Suddenly, an extremely terrifying force burst forth from within Tian Gu, his entire body flashing with dazzling black light, instantly covering the entire academy, his surging momentum shocking the heavens and earth, causing thousands of pill furnaces on the square to be blasted away.

In an instant, Tian Gu’s aura broke through from the Tianji Realm’s eightfold peak, reaching the first level of the Divinity Transformation Realm.

All the cultivators present were startled by this intimidating aura; those with weaker cultivation levels were terrified.

Fortunately, the dreadful energy unleashed by Tian Gu was blocked by Wang Jiuzhong and other powerful beings, and did not harm anyone.

“Hall Master, his aura… it’s the aura of the Demon Clan!” Ye Tianwei exclaimed in shock, never expecting Tian Gu to be a member of the Demon Clan.

“So it is a junior from the Demon Clan, no wonder he’s so arrogant!” Feng Wuchen let out a cold chuckle. Though somewhat surprised, he wasn’t the least bit afraid.

Indeed! Tian Gu was indeed a junior from the Demon Clan and amongst the demon alchemists, he was a top talent endowed with extraordinary alchemy gifts.

The aura bursting forth from Tian Gu was evil and bone-chilling.

The fact that he broke through two levels in an instant showed that Tian Gu was also a top cultivation talent, whose natural gifts surpassed any student of the Holy Soul Academy.

“People of the Demon Clan!” Wang Jiuzhong and other elite warriors furrowed their brows.

The strong from all major forces became vigilant; Tian Gu’s appearance indicated there were surely other Demon Clan powerhouses lurking in the shadows!

“He’s actually a member of the Demon Clan!” Liu Qingyang and the others were also extremely shocked.

“A member of the Demon Clan, daring to participate in the Mainland Alchemy Conference! Isn’t that too bold?” Lin You said in disbelief.

“Kid, why haven’t you sent someone to inform the elite warriors of the Dragon God Alliance that the Demon Clan have already surrounded the Holy Soul Academy!” Liu Qingyang’s mind suddenly echoed with the angry roar of the Three-Eyed Demon Ape.

“What?” Liu Qingyang’s expression drastically changed, and he cried out in horror, “That’s bad!”

“Huanyang! Chi Huang! Luanshen! Bei Dou Yan! Nangong Zhan! Hurry and report to the major forces of the Dragon God Alliance! Quick!” Liu Qingyang urgently shouted, realizing a major event was about to unfold.

“Could it be that the Demon Clan…” Chi Huang’s face paled slightly. As the leader of the Empire’s elite soldiers, his years of military experience allowed him to guess what might be happening.

Ling Xiaoxiao immediately tried to invoke her Bloodline Power to summon the powerful members of her clan, but she realized it was already too late.

“The space has been sealed!” Ling Xiaoxiao said, her beautiful face taking on a look of alarm.

Liu Qingyang and his group immediately used instant movement to head for the transport formation; they had to notify the top warriors of all the major forces in the Dragon God Alliance as quickly as possible.

“Feng Wuchen, you won’t be able to refine the Elixir,” Tian Gu said coldly, his voice different from before, with a raspy quality characteristic of the Demon Clan.

While speaking, Tian Gu’s palm was already gathering a terrifying black energy, and without hesitation, he launched an extremely frightening force in the form of a black palm imprint towards Feng Wuchen and the two others.

“So presumptuous!” Wang Jiuzhong bellowed angrily, about to intervene.

“Wang Jiuzhong, why interfere in a clash between youngsters?” Just at that moment, an aged voice came, and an overwhelming terrifying aura instantly enveloped the entire Holy Soul Academy, making everyone feel utterly weak.

“Divinity Transformation Realm Seventh Level!” Wang Jiuzhong and the others had a drastic change in expression, unable to move.

The terrifying presence caused panic among all present.

“The Third Elder of the Demon Clan!” Feng Wuchen’s brows slightly furrowed, as he seemed to have guessed something.

“Hall Master!” Ye Tianwei shouted in horror, his fearful gaze fixed on the ferocious black palm imprint crashing down.

Yang Yun Qing was also frightened out of her wits and was at a loss for words.

Feng Wuchen’s hands moved rapidly, and he continued to control the Pill Furnace with Ye Tianwei and Yang Yun Qing, proceeding with alchemy.

Ye Tianwei and Yang Yun Qing were terrified out of their wits—what time was this, and Feng Wuchen was still refining Elixir?

“Hall Master! It’s too late!” Ye Tianwei shouted desperately.

The very instant his words fell, the terrifying black palm imprint had already slammed down, leaving Feng Wuchen no time at all.