Faced with Feng Wuchenâs domineering sword aura, the terrified Lone Wolf retreated and without hesitation, flashed aside to avoid it.
"Boom!"
"Buzz!"
The overbearing sword aura swept horizontally all the way, destroying one Fairy Mountain after another. The deafening explosions and the immense pitch-black fissures created a strong visual impact.
"Is this the power of a Sacred Artifact? A casual sword has such terrifying power." Lone Wolf stared with fear at the Fairy Mountains reduced to ashes, his face turning slightly pale.
The simple clash brought incredible pressure to Lone Wolf, making him feel feeble.
Feng Wuchenâs terrifying strength exceeded Lone Wolfâs expectations. As a powerhouse of the God Emperor level in the Holy Soul Temple, Lone Wolf felt utterly powerless for the first time before an opponent.
Lone Wolf was unwilling to believe that Feng Wuchen could enhance his combat power by three stars.
"Feng Wuchenâs Sacred Sword is different from other Sacred Artifacts; it was nurtured from a sword embryo and has devoured countless essences of blood. Otherwise, it wouldnât have such an intimidating bloodthirsty aura."
Hidden in the void, Lei Qing, the commander of the Holy Soul Temple, was secretly shocked.
"Whoosh!"
As Lone Wolf was shocked, Feng Wuchen had already flashed like lightning with the Dragon God Palace, his fierce attack filled with terrifying sword intent that could instill fear.
"Where are you looking?" Feng Wuchenâs cold voice sounded by Lone Wolfâs ear.
"Not good!" Lone Wolfâs pale face changed drastically, cold sweat pouring down his back, as if hearing the call of death.
Panic-stricken in his heart, Lone Wolf turned and swung his blade recklessly.
"Slash!"
At that moment, a sword light flickered, and a splash of blood burst from Lone Wolfâs body, leaving a shocking wound on his back, the intense pain immediately spreading throughout his body.
"So fast!" Lone Wolf was shocked, unable to attack in time.
"Iâm here." Feng Wuchenâs cold voice strangely echoed behind Lone Wolf.
Lone Wolf was bewildered, as when he turned to attack, not only was he slashed by Feng Wuchen but he couldnât even spot Feng Wuchenâs figure.
How terrifying is this speed?
Feng Wuchenâs figure appeared like a phantom behind Lone Wolf, the Dragon God Sword sweeping out mercilessly with extraordinarily dominating sword aura.
"Boom!"
"Puff!"
The attack at zero distance erupted instantaneously, the booming explosion shocking Lone Wolf into spewing blood, his body flying out like a cannonball.
"How can this brat have such terrifying power?" Lone Wolf grew increasingly fearful in his heart, completely unable to resist.
In terms of speed and strength, Feng Wuchen utterly crushed him.
The overbearing strength of the sword aura sent Lone Wolf flying tens of thousands of meters away, luckily it wasnât a Sword Technique but merely an ordinary sword aura, otherwise Lone Wolf would be severely injured.
"What an incredible movement technique, even I cannot discern it. Moreover, when he disappears, the aura vanishes as well, leaving the opponent defenseless against this wickedness." Lei Qing, hidden, was once again shocked.
How could one such as Lei Qing know the movement technique of the Ancient Dragon God Clan?
"Show me your true strength." Feng Wuchenâs cold voice, filled with disdain, sounded.
Lone Wolf wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face fierce like an enraged beast, a murderous aura surging.
"Buzz!"
A power filled with fury erupted, the large blade buzzing, spreading a violent aura, his whole body emanating a sharp presence.
"Divine Art! Tyrant Blade Slash!"
Lone Wolf roared angrily, gripping his large blade tightly, cutting down from above with the force to cleave heaven and earth.
This slash embodied Lone Wolfâs full strength!
Lone Wolf decided to fight to the death.
"Whoosh!"
"Buzz!"
A massive white blade aura, tens of thousands of meters large, shot forth with destructive power, collapsing the dim space, all covered by dazzling white light, the void within tens of thousands of meters seemingly about to collapse.
"Soul Reaping Sword Technique! Soul Reaping Slash of the Firmament!"
Feng Wuchen murmured, his voice not loud but filled with endless dominance.
"Whoosh!"
"Buzz!"
Feng Wuchen elegantly swung his sword, a huge golden sword light tens of thousands of meters large breaking through the air, its terrifying aura and overwhelming momentum completely suppressing Lone Wolfâs blade aura.
This sword truly has the power to cleave the firmament, evoking a sense of invincibility.
"A top-level Divine Art?" Lone Wolf blankly stared at Feng Wuchenâs sword aura, a trace of despair flashing deep in his eyes.
"Boom!"
"Buzz!"
In an instant, the dominating sword aura collided fiercely with the blade aura, exploding with deafening noise, the destructive explosive energy immediately engulfing the two, the dazzling light engulfing the world.
"A regular Six-Star God Emperor is absolutely no match for Feng Wuchen; this sword is enough to severely injure Lone Wolf." Lei Qing hidden saw the outcome.
Sure enough, as the explosive energy dissipated, Lone Wolf was heavily injured, his body shaking continually, his pale face resembling a corpse.
In contrast, Feng Wuchen was unharmed, the Dragon God Sword pointing towards the void, like an invincible War God, with overwhelming dominance.
"Is this all youâve got? The Holy Soul Temple sent you, not for the refining method but to die, or rather the Holy Soul Temple sent you to test my strength." Feng Wuchen chuckled coldly, instantly moving again, appearing behind Lone Wolf before he could catch his breath.
A powerful and irresistible fear spread from Lone Wolfâs soul.
Lone Wolf was utterly unable to grasp Feng Wuchenâs position, Feng Wuchenâs miraculous movement technique completely avoiding Lone Wolfâs sensory range.
In other words, if Feng Wuchen wanted to kill Lone Wolf, Lone Wolf wouldnât even know how he died.
At this moment, the severely injured Lone Wolf was even more powerless to resist.
The chilling Dragon God Sword rested on Lone Wolfâs neck, Feng Wuchen coldly said: "Before killing you, I can clearly tell you the Holy Soul Temple wonât act against the Great Main God; this is the foolish answer youâve given me. If it werenât for your foolish appearance, I wouldnât have understood what was going on."
With these words, the seriously injured Lone Wolf quivered violently.
"Divine Art! Divine Descent Meteor!"
Feng Wuchenâs cold whisper echoed by Lone Wolfâs ear, high above, a massive meteor tens of thousands of meters large crashed down like a small planet.
Watching the enormous meteor descending, Lone Wolf despaired.
"Great Commander! Save me! Save me!" The desperate Lone Wolf shouted crazily, in his heavily injured state, he couldnât escape.
No one answered, plunging Lone Wolf into complete despair.
Just as Feng Wuchen said, the Holy Soul Temple had sent him to die!
"Boom!"
The huge meteor tens of thousands of meters large pressed down, Lone Wolf incapable of resisting, smashed into the mountains below, like the colossal hand of the Buddha, the earth-shattering explosion enough to obliterate Lone Wolf.
"Too bad youâre not truly a Six-Star God Emperor." Feng Wuchen shook his head slightly.