"Smack!"
As He Qiankun finished speaking, a slap landed on his face.
"How dare you hit me?" He Qiankun couldnât believe it, his ferocious gaze fixated on Feng Wuchen.
"And what if I did? Do you have the right to talk about the gap between the strong in front of me?" Feng Wuchen said coldly, his terrifying gaze causing He Qiankunâs heart to tremble violently.
In that instant, He Qiankun felt like a little rabbit being watched by a fierce tiger.
What kind of gaze is this?
The powerhouses of the Star Soul Realm were dumbfounded.
Is this really their Alliance Hierarch?
So domineering!
They were fully aware of how terrifying He Qiankun was, a figure unshakeable even if all cultivators of the Star Soul Realm joined forces.
Yet before Feng Wuchen, He Qiankun was utterly suppressed.
Could it be that Feng Wuchen already had the power to crush He Qiankun?
"Smack!"
After a moment of being stunned, Feng Wuchen slapped He Qiankun again.
Heart-wrenching pain!
"Youâre courting death!" He Qiankun quickly reacted, unleashing the terrifying power of a One-star Main God, his overwhelming rage compelling him to tear Feng Wuchen to shreds.
"Buzz buzz!"
The terrifying storm spread, shaking and crumbling the void, causing everyone to tremble.
"In front of me, you have no right to be arrogant, a mere One-star Main God thinks to kill me?" Feng Wuchen said coldly, in an instant releasing the power of time, the ancient and dominant force surging like a dragon out to sea, or as if a War God had descended from the heavens.
The overwhelming might made everyone feel like kneeling in worship.
The domineering power of time spread out, forcibly suppressing He Qiankunâs terrifying strength, rendering him immobile.
Indeed! Immobile!
Where He Qiankun stood, time had completely halted!
He Qiankun was utterly terrified, unable to fathom how a mere Eight-star God Venerate could trap a Main God like himself, rendering him incapable of any action.
"Boom!"
"Puff!"
The chaotic divine power was activated, Feng Wuchenâs power soaring instantly as he punched He Qiankunâs chest, the power of time dissipating, making He Qiankun spit a mouthful of blood as his body shot out like a black lightning bolt.
"Boom boom boom!"
With the unfolding of teleportation, in the blink of an eye, He Qiankun was beaten into a pigâs head.
Not only the Tian Zu and others, but even Ling Xiaoxiao and Liu Qingyang were dumbfounded.
An Eight-star God Venerate overpowering a One-star Main God!
What terrifying power is this?
"Stop, stop, please stop, Master Feng." He Qiankun pleaded fearfully, kowtowing repeatedly, scared out of his wits.
Feng Wuchenâs attacks were ruthless and merciless. The most terrifying part was that He Qiankun didnât even know where Feng Wuchenâs fists were coming from.
Pain!
Pain that cuts to the core! The soul is trembling!
Every moment felt like torture from hell!
In a matter of moments, heâd become a pigâs head. If he didnât beg for mercy, wouldnât he be beaten to death?
The more than a hundred God Venerates of the Holy Soul Temple were all petrified.
Their leader was kowtowing and begging for mercy?
Wasnât this a slap in the face for the Holy Soul Temple? Wouldnât this disgrace the Holy Soul Temple?
"Master Feng? Now you know to call me Master Feng? Werenât you trying to kill me earlier? Where has all your bravado gone?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly.
"Master Feng, you jest, I wouldnât dare, nor do I have the ability." He Qiankun was crying without tears.
"What is Mu Xuanshan planning? Speak! Or Iâll kill you!" Feng Wuchenâs expression was icy, his tone nothing short of commanding.
"Iâll tell you! Iâll tell you!" He Qiankun said fearfully, "Reporting to Master Feng, our Hall Master sensed divine fire fluctuations in the Star Soul Realm, so he sent me to take the Star Soul Realm, but I didnât know it was Master Fengâs territory. Otherwise, even with a hundred lives, I wouldnât dare."
"Divine fire fluctuations?" Feng Wuchen was slightly surprised.
No wonder, it turned out there were divine fire fluctuations.
"Yes, yes, absolutely true, I wouldnât dare hide anything." He Qiankun nodded like a pecking chicken.
"Doesnât the Holy Soul Temple only have Zuo Shitian possessing divine fire? The Blue Flame Aquatic Fire has been devoured by me, without divine fire, itâs impossible to sense the presence of divine fire, unless the divine fire has emerged, are you telling me Mu Xuanshan possesses divine fire?" Feng Wuchen stared coldly at He Qiankun.
"Master Feng is right, the divine fire has emerged!" He Qiankun nodded repeatedly.
"Where?" Feng Wuchen glared at He Qiankun.
"I really donât know, the Hall Master just sent us to control the Star Soul Realm!" He Qiankun was truly terrified of Feng Wuchen, not daring to hide anything.
He Qiankun really didnât know the position of the divine fire.
"Master Feng, can I leave now?" He Qiankun looked at Feng Wuchen pleadingly and asked.
"Yes, you can take the path to the netherworld." Feng Wuchen said coldly, grabbing through the air, a divine sword flashed.
With the flicker of a sword shadow, a single thrust to the throat!
He Qiankun was stunned on the spot, his eyes filled with despair and reluctance, but it was already too late.
With a thought, Feng Wuchen activated the Wu Fire, then closed his eyes to sense.
But after searching the entire Star Soul Realm, he couldnât detect any trace of divine fire.
The Pure World Strange Soul Fire was immediately activated, still unable to sense it.
"The divine fire hasnât recovered yet, canât sense it?" Feng Wuchen frowned slightly, somewhat disappointed.
"Thank you, Alliance Hierarch, for saving our lives!" After coming back to their senses, the Tian Zu and others all knelt respectfully, excitement and excitement written all over their faces.
"Stand up." Feng Wuchen smiled faintly.
This trip wasnât in vain.
After all, there was news about the divine fire.
"Master, how should we deal with these people?" Mo Xuantian asked respectfully.
"Kill!" Feng Wuchen said nonchalantly, as if it were something trivial.
Liu Qingyang flashed downward, coldly asking one person, "Did you kill just now?"
"Eat!"
The divine sword cleaved down from above, splitting into two.
"And you? Did you kill?" Liu Qingyang flashed in front of another person and asked.
"Swoosh!"
Before the words even fell, Liu Qingyang had already swept out a sword, and the personâs head flew off.
"And you?" Liu Qingyang coldly swept his gaze towards another, who was already frightened out of his wits.
"Swoosh!"
Liu Qingyangâs icy voice, every word falling on the ears of the Holy Soul Templeâs powerhouses was a torment and terror from the depths of the soul.
Liu Qingyang only asked, not waiting for an answer before killing!
One, two, three... more than a hundred powerhouses, in terror, desperation, and pleading for mercy, were killed one by one by Liu Qingyang.
This cold and ruthless manner of killing, the Tian Zu and others were seeing it for the first time, once again being intensely shocked.
"Hmph! Thought they were something special, all useless!" Liu Qingyang cursed.
With a wave of Feng Wuchenâs hand, the Dragon God Sword flew out, devouring the blood essence of the dead powerhouses of the Holy Soul Temple completely.
"Itâs time to pay a visit to the Sun and Moon Temple." Feng Wuchen grinned.
Mu Honglian trembled slightly, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears.
They had chosen the right person!