Feng Wuchen's injuries were severe, and his body was falling from the sky.
Feng Wuchen was lucky to be able to survive Yun Zhongzi's terrifying power.
"I was too careless," said Feng Wuchen weakly.
"Wind Shadow!" The heavily injured Tian Ming turned pale with fright and desperately charged forward.
"Regeneration Divine Art!"
Feng Wuchen forcefully circulated his True Essence as he fell. He clasped his hands together and roared inwardly.
In this kind of crisis, Feng Wuchen didn't dare to hold back.
The spell was cast. In the next second, Feng Wuchen's heavily injured body recovered at a terrifying speed. His pale face became rosy in the blink of an eye. His weak body became lively again, filled with explosive power.
"He's recovering so quickly! What kind of technique is that?" Tian Ming's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he charged out with a dumbfounded expression.
"How is this possible?" Yun Zhongzi was so furious that he had lost his mind. He was also shocked by this strange scene.
"H-his injuries actually healed in the blink of an eye!"
"Is he a monster? How can he recover so quickly from such serious injuries? "
"Did I see wrongly?"
The hundreds of guards were dumbfounded. They couldn't believe what they were seeing.
In just a few blinks of an eye, Feng Wuchen's injuries were completely healed.
Swish!
"Buzz buzz!"
A terrifying green energy slash flew over. Wherever it passed, the bright space was torn open with fangs and claws.
"Rumble!"
Feng Wuchen dodged, and the energy slash landed on a towering mountain behind him. A loud rumbling sound reverberated in all directions, and the towering mountain collapsed and disintegrated.
"Consuming your Yuan Spirit is equivalent to burning your life. You've exhausted your Yuan Spirit, so you're dead." Feng Wuchen coldly said. As he spoke, Feng Wuchen activated the third stage of his Sovereign Body, as well as the Fortune Divine Art, the most powerful ancient energy.
In the past, the Demon Monarch had relied on the Fortune Divine Art to defeat many peak experts of the Human World. From this, one could see how terrifying it was.
"Buzz!"
Feng Wuchen took out the Qilin Battle Armor and the Dragon God Gauntlet one after another. His aura soared crazily, and a resplendent golden light soared into the sky. The overbearing power was like a flood dragon bursting out of the sea.
In the blink of an eye, Feng Wuchen's aura had already broken through the middle stage of the Heavenly King Stage.
"Hiss!"
The hundreds of guards gasped in shock as they stared at Feng Wuchen, dumbfounded.
"The fourth power!" Tian Ming was shocked.
"His strength has increased by so much. What's with this ancient aura? Where did this brat get so much mysterious power from? Moreover, he has a Divine Artifact! "Yun Zhongzi was equally shocked.
Don't show off your wealth, lest others covet it.
However, Feng Wuchen was not worried about a dead person. In Feng Wuchen's eyes, Yun Zhongzi was already a dead man.
"Forcefully activating your primordial spirit while heavily injured has already consumed a lot of your primordial spirit. How much longer can you hold on?" Feng Wuchen sneered.
"It's more than enough to kill you!" Yun Zhongzi roared as he shot out crazily.
The corners of Feng Wuchen's mouth curled up into a dangerous arc. His figure disappeared into thin air without a sound.
"Teleportation?" Yun Zhongzi's claws condensed a terrifying aura and wrapped his entire body, preventing Feng Wuchen from launching a sneak attack.
"Brat, no matter how fast you are, you won't be able to break through my aura with your strength! Come out and die! "Yun Zhongzi shouted angrily.
Feng Wuchen's aura could not be detected, so Yun Zhongzi did not know where Feng Wuchen was.
"World Destroying Heavenly Punishment Slash!"
Feng Wuchen's roar suddenly came from above Yun Zhongzi.
"Swish!"
A powerful golden energy slash swooped down with an extremely domineering attack.
"You're overestimating yourself!" Yun Zhongzi shouted angrily as he threw a punch forward.
"Boom!"
"Buzz buzz!"
Yun Zhongzi's punch shook the heavens and the earth. It destroyed Feng Wuchen's energy slash effortlessly. The terrifying aura turned into wind blades and swept out.
After the punch, Yun Zhongzi's mouth was bleeding.
Obviously, he had forcefully activated the power of his primordial spirit while heavily injured and had suffered a backlash.
"You can't take it anymore, right?" Feng Wuchen's illusory and mocking voice sounded.
Even a ferocious hunting dog could wear down a severely injured tiger's willpower and strength.
"Destructive Dragon God's Palm!"
"God-slaying Soul Severing Finger!"
"Third Heaven's Fury Palm!"
Feng Wuchen's figure flickered continuously. Every time he appeared, he used a powerful martial technique. Waves of terrifying power rushed toward Yun Zhongzi one after another.
"Boom boom boom!"
Yun Zhongzi attacked consecutively, defeating Feng Wuchen's martial technique power one after another.
Feng Wuchen's martial technique could not cause any harm to Yun Zhongzi, but it could exhaust his primordial spirit power.
Yun Zhongzi attacked consecutively. Under the condition of being heavily injured, it consumed a lot of his primordial spirit. His aura was getting weaker and weaker.
"Primordial Dragon God's Fist!"
Feng Wuchen circulated his primordial spirit with all his might and roared again. His fists condensed a domineering power and began to bombard Yun Zhongzi.
"Boom boom boom!"
"Pfft!"
Both fists bombarded Yun Zhongzi's body indiscriminately. Explosions rang out incessantly, and Yun Zhongzi spat out a mouthful of blood. He was powerless to resist Feng Wuchen's fierce bombardment.
"Damn it! I actually lost to a Heavenly King! "Yun Zhongzi was unwilling to accept this. He was so angry that he could not reverse the situation.
"Your Excellency!" The hundreds of guards were terrified.
"You can't do it anymore, right?" Feng Wuchen said with a cold smile, his figure shooting out explosively.
"Boom!"
"Pfft!"
Feng Wuchen's speed was astonishing, arriving in an instant, a fist slamming onto Yun Zhongzi's chest. With a loud explosion, Yun Zhongzi's chest caved in, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. His figure shot out like a cannonball.
The fierce and heavy blow completely defeated Yun Zhongzi.
His primordial spirit power was almost exhausted. Yun Zhongzi was already powerless to fight.
Early-stage Heavenly King Realm, defeating a heavily injured late-stage Celestial Deity Realm powerhouse, probably only Feng Wuchen could do it.
Feng Wuchen grabbed at the air, and the heavily injured Yun Zhongzi was sucked over by a powerful force.
"Tell me the news of the Heavenly Dao Portrait of Emptiness, and I can let you die a quick death. Don't be stubborn in front of me, otherwise, you'll suffer a fate worse than death. You'll beg me to kill you," Feng Wuchen said expressionlessly, squeezing Yun Zhongzi's neck forcefully.
"Dying early or dying late, I'll die. Don't even think about knowing!" Yun Zhongzi rebuked stubbornly.
"Is that so?" Feng Wuchen said with a sinister smile. His other hand grabbed Yun Zhongzi's wrist, slowly twisting it as if he was going to forcefully twist it off.
The moment he felt the intense pain, Yun Zhongzi's face immediately twitched.
Breaking it directly might not be so painful, but Feng Wuchen took his time, twisting it bit by bit, causing Yun Zhongzi to be shocked and in pain.
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