An Eight Star Holy Venerable was actually unable to block Feng Wuchen's white flaming sword!
"What kind of power is this?!" The old man was extremely terrified, and his face was filled with disbelief.
"Great Elder!" The mysterious man's soul almost left his body.
"How … How is this possible … That's an Eight Star Holy Venerable!" The great leader's eyes were wide open, and he was extremely terrified.
"Lord Supreme actually has such terrifying strength!" The great leader was completely dumbfounded, and the hundreds of Divine Shadow Guards were also dumbfounded.
Didn't Lord Supreme just ascend from the Divine World?
When did he have the strength to heavily injure an Eight Star Holy Venerable?
If a single white flaming sword already had such terrifying power, then what about tens of thousands of them?
No one dared to imagine.
They could tell that the white flaming sword was not simple, but no one expected it to be this terrifying.
Heavily injuring an Eight Star Holy Venerable with a single slash, perhaps even a Nine Star Holy Venerable would not be able to block it.
"This aura is not Huang Yan Emperor's aura! This aura is too weak, but it still exceeds the limits of the Divine World. "Shan Tong frowned and thought. This made Shan Tong very confused.
Shan Tong would never forget Huang Yan Emperor's terrifying aura.
"My Undead Holy Power was actually burned away by this white flame!" The heavily injured old man's pale face was filled with terror.
That's right, his Undead Holy Power was burned away by the white flame.
The old man did not dare to believe that the white flame was so domineering.
"Old thing, do you think that I won't dare to touch you just because you're not afraid of the Dragon God Temple?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly.
"Do the people behind you all have the same idea?" Feng Wuchen asked again.
"…" The old man looked at Feng Wuchen in terror, and did not dare to speak.
There were still tens of thousands of white flaming swords in the void!
Such a young and terrifying Holy Venerable had never appeared before in the Divine World!
Provoking such a terrifying genius was definitely courting death!
They had been in the Divine World for many years, and Long Shenghun and even Gu Xuanzun could not sense their existence. Instead, Feng Wuchen sensed them and came to find them.
In addition, Feng Wuchen had the miraculous ability to revive the dead.
This already showed that Feng Wuchen was not simple.
"Your Excellency, the Supreme Sacred Hall is our faction. You destroyed them, and we destroyed the Heaven Battle Sacred Hall. We're even. We won't interfere with each other's business. What do you think?" The old man immediately humbled himself.
"The Supreme Temple offended me first, so it's natural for me to destroy them. You shouldn't have touched my people, and I already gave you a chance just now. Not only did you not cherish it, you even dared to kill my people in front of me. Now you're telling me to mind my own business, who do you think you are? Are you qualified to negotiate with me? "Feng Wuchen said domineeringly, not putting the old man in his eyes at all.
Pausing for a moment, Feng Wuchen continued arrogantly, "In this world, only I can touch others. No one is allowed to touch my people! If you do, you'll be sentenced to death! "
Feng Wuchen's words made the Divine Shadow Guards extremely excited, their blood boiling.
They liked this kind of domineering master!
The severely injured old man's pale face was incomparably gloomy, and his anger soared to the heavens.
As the Grand Elder, Feng Wuchen actually said that he didn't have the right!
The old man had already lowered his status to make peace, but not only did Feng Wuchen not appreciate it, he actually didn't put him in his eyes.
Feng Wuchen grabbed at the air, and the Eight-Star Saint Emperor who had massacred the Heaven Battle Sacred Hall was directly sucked over by Feng Wuchen. He was unable to resist at all.
"You … what are you trying to do?" the man asked in horror. His soul had almost left his body.
He was already regretting it so much that his intestines turned green. He actually dared to act cool in front of Feng Wuchen.
"You massacred the Heaven Battle Sacred Hall and even dared to kill people in front of me. What do you think I'm trying to do?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly. In Feng Wuchen's eyes, this person was already a dead man.
Feng Wuchen's claw grabbed the man's throat tightly, scaring the man so much that he said in horror, "Grand Elder, save me, save me!"
The old man couldn't even protect himself, so how could he save him?
"Feng Wuchen! Don't go too far! "the old man said gloomily. He was so angry that his internal organs were churning.
"Go too far?" Feng Wuchen sneered and said, "Who's the one going too far? Even if I'm going too far, so what? What can you do to me? "
"Feng Wuchen, if you dare to kill me, the Dragon God Sacred Hall will have one more powerful enemy!" the middle-aged man shouted while suppressing his fear.
"Your existence is nothing but an ant to me. Just one more ant. Moreover, I hate it when people threaten me the most," Feng Wuchen said coldly.
Threatening Feng Wuchen was useless!
"I've said it before. Don't let me see your regretful expression because it's already too late. Not to mention this old thing, even the heavens won't be able to save you!" Feng Wuchen said coldly. He crushed the man's throat on the spot. The terrifying power destroyed the man's body as easily as crushing an ant.
Feng Wuchen made a grabbing motion in the air, and a wisp of soul was controlled by Feng Wuchen.
"…" Seeing this, the old man was dumbfounded.
Feng Wuchen flicked his finger, and a wisp of black flame wrapped around the soul. Suddenly, the man's painful scream came out.
"Zhou Hu, his life or death is your business! My black flame will devour his soul bit by bit until it completely disappears. "Feng Wuchen waved his hand, and the soul burned by the black flame flew to Zhou Hu.
"Yes! Supreme Lord! "Zhou Hu's face was filled with relief and ecstasy.
"Old thing, I don't care who you are. Since you've touched my people, none of you will live!" Feng Wuchen said coldly.
"Feng Wuchen, I just don't want to have enmity with the Dragon God Sacred Hall because of your ability. Don't think that we're afraid of you!" the old man said angrily. He couldn't tolerate a junior insulting and ignoring his existence.
"Pa!"
"Pu!"
The moment the old man finished speaking, he suddenly slapped across the air. With a crisp sound, the overbearing force made the old man spit out a mouthful of blood, and a few of his old teeth flew out.
Feng Wuchen didn't say anything after slapping him. He just looked at the old man coldly and arrogantly.
"Preposterous! How dare you … "The old man was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.
"Pa!"
"Pu!"
However, before he could finish speaking, Feng Wuchen slapped him again, making him spit out a mouthful of blood. He was dizzy and couldn't find his bearings.
"Old thing, you don't even have the right to talk to me. Enmity? Do you think you're worthy? "Feng Wuchen said coldly. He waved his sword finger, and another terrifying white flame sword shot down.
Seeing the white flame sword swooping down, the old man's face changed dramatically, and he became extremely frightened. He said angrily, "Feng Wuchen! Do you really want to be enemies with the Undead Spirit Race? "
"Undead Spirit Race?" Shan Tong and the Great Commander frowned. This was the first time they had heard of this race.
"Enemies? Sorry, you're not worthy! "Feng Wuchen said disdainfully.
"Bastard!" The old man was flustered and exasperated. His face was ferocious, and his killing intent soared to the sky.
Seeing the terrifying white flame sword shooting down, the old man used all his strength and took out his divine weapon.
(End of Chapter)
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