The icy voice seemed to emanate from Nine Serene Hell, causing those who heard it to tremble.
"Why bother?" Mu Yanjun shook his head slightly, sneering, "Youâve already lost, why get up and suffer further?"
"Young master, Feng Wuchen is insulting you by not falling; itâs an affront to your strength." A Main Godâs expert sneered.
"Thatâs right, young master. Since Feng Wuchen insults your power, you should deal with him slowly. Break his arms and legs, sever his meridians, destroy his cultivation, and make him wish for death."
"Well said, young master. Without a lesson, heâll never learn his place."
A dozen experts mocked, gloating over Feng Wuchenâs misfortune.
The members of Dragon God Palace were all livid with anger, their faces extremely grim.
"Youâre right." Mu Yanjun sneered playfully.
Before long, as the horrifying energy ripples gradually dissipated, the gravely injured Feng Wuchen appeared in everyoneâs sight.
Feng Wuchenâs face was pale, his body covered in sword wounds, his clothes soaked in blood. Severely wounded, he breathed heavily, utterly bedraggled.
Feng Wuchenâs two pieces of divine armor were covered in sword marks, heavily damaged, greatly diminishing their defensive power.
"Long Er!" Long Mu cried out with tears.
"The young masterâs injuries are too serious, the Yan Sheng Decree isnât effective!" Lord Longâs protector worried desperately.
"Damn it! This is intolerable!" Yunyouziâs old face twisted in rage, wishing he could dismember the arrogant Mu Yanjun.
"Feng Wuchen, arenât you an alchemist? Your elixirs should be formidable. This young master permits you to take some." Mu Yanjun ridiculed, looking at Feng Wuchen as if watching a jumping clown.
"These injuries donât affect my strength." Feng Wuchen said coldly, his eyes icy and filled with overwhelming killing intent, yet still full of confidence and determination.
"Is that so? Then this young master will be unrestrainedâfirst Iâll break your arms, then your legs, sever your meridians, destroy your cultivation, make you a complete waste!" Mu Yanjun declared viciously, as if envisioning the thrilling scene of torturing Feng Wuchen.
"You think you can waste me? Youâre overestimating your strength." Feng Wuchen replied coldly, taking deep breaths to suppress the turbulent blood within him.
"Buzz Buzz!"
With full force, the power of bloodlines, chaos divine power, and destruction divine power were unleashed. The Supreme Physique Third Stage power followed, surging like a Jiao Long from the sea. The power exploded instantly, even stronger than before.
"Such formidable power, almost breaking through to Six-Star!" Flame Dragon exclaimed in astonishment, dumbfounded.
"Ancient power is truly terrifying!" The Dragon God Palace members were all startled.
Feng Wuchen, though severely injured, could still erupt with such terrifying power, evidencing its ferocity.
The Holy Soul Templeâs dozen experts were also extremely shocked.
For anyone else, itâd be impossibleâitâd even be difficult to muster the strength to stand.
"Oh? You have two types of ancient power, yet even with severe injuries you can unleash such formidable power? Almost stepping into Six-Star God Venerate, thatâs impressive." Mu Yanjun seemed to praise, but his eyes were filled with disdain.
Despite his words, Mu Yanjunâs intent to kill grew stronger.
Such a terrifying existenceâMu Yanjun would never allow Feng Wuchen to live, lest he become a future threat.
"Undying Golden Body!" Feng Wuchen shouted, gold light flashing abruptly, enveloping Feng Wuchen as if forged by holy power, turning his skin into a golden halo.
A robust physical constitution.
"Master, Mu Yanjunâs power is too frightening, avoid confronting him directly," Dragon God Sword promptly warned.
"Master, with your current cultivation, you should be able to control the Sun Eye. With Sun Eyeâs power, he can be defeated." God Eye suggested.
"Indeed, the Sun Eye! Itâs an ancient holy artifact!" Wheel of Time exclaimed.
"Heâs not worthy of me using the Sun Eye! Using Sun Eye against him is an insult to the Sun Eye!" Feng Wuchen retorted icily, the terrifying power now frenziedly pouring into Dragon God Sword.
"Buzz Buzz!"
The Dragon God Sword sparkled with dazzling gold light, the blade buzzing fiercely, the domineering sword intent soaring, its force overwhelming.
Judging from Feng Wuchenâs posture, he was still intending to confront Mu Yanjun head-on.
"Long Er, donât!" Long Tian Chou shouted in panic.
"Chen Er, donât clash head-on!" Feng Zhengxiong couldnât sit still either; to him, Feng Wuchen seemed suicidal!
Everyone in Dragon God Palace palpitated with fear; Feng Wuchen was already severely wounded, confronting Mu Yanjun head-on would be tantamount to seeking death.
"Come on, this young master will let you strike first, use your strongest decree, and Iâll let you taste despair!" Mu Yanjun viciously said, fully channeling Seven-Star God Venerate power into the Shocking Swangod Sword, prepared to slay Feng Wuchen in one blow.
Feng Wuchen waved his hand, thirteen divine swords appeared out of thin air, forming a circle with their tips pointing outward, the terrifying momentum soaring abruptly.
"This brat has so many divine artifacts!" A Main Godâs expert was shocked.
"With so many divine artifact powers added, can his body withstand it?" Another Main Godâs expert asked in alarm, stunned.
"Hmph! Planning to go all out? Too bad your power isnât nearly enough!" Mu Yanjun coldly remarked; his demeanor turned grave, Mu Yanjun clearly sensed Feng Wuchenâs momentum was dangerous!
"Sacred Decree! Chaos Ghost Shadow Sword!"
Feng Wuchen shouted fiercely, divine swords emitting domineering and terrifying sword beam power.
"Whizz Whizz Whizz!"
"Buzz Buzz!"
Led by Dragon God Sword, supported by the thirteen divine swords, they shot out with world-ending might, the piercing sonic boom pained everyoneâs eardrums. Wherever they passed, the collapsing void was bathed in brilliant golden light; the unrivaled assault instilled a sense of invincibility.
"Sacred Decree? Hmph! Its power is decent, but ultimately Five-Star God Venerate is just Five-Star God Venerate. Regardless of how many divine artifacts or even Sacred Decree, it is absolutely not a match for Seven-Star God Venerate." Mu Yanjun sneered.
"Let me show you the true power of Seven-Star God Venerate!" Mu Yanjun shouted, fully activating ancient power and bloodline power, the Shocking Swangod Swordâs might multiplied.
"You have no chance left!" Feng Wuchen declared coldly.
"Hmph! Arrogant words! You surely donât know the power of Seven-Star God Venerate!" Mu Yanjun yelled furiously.
"Qiankun Tower!"
Feng Wuchen roared, the Qiankun Tower above Dragon God Palace trembled suddenly, golden light surged, instantly moving above Mu Yanjun, a massive golden array descended with oppressive might.
"This is..." Mu Yanjunâs expression changed drastically; the extremely terrifying and oppressive force crashed down ruthlessly like the Five-Finger Mountain.
"How is this possible! It can suppress my power!" Mu Yanjun was shocked and horrified.