"Brother Feng!"
"Young Hall Master!"
Hearing Feng Wuchen's voice, Yan Wushuang and the Sky Sword Sect were surprised.
"Young Hall Master?" The two experts from the Flame Tribe frowned and looked at the source of the voice.
What force's Young Hall Master?
Why couldn't they sense the aura of the speaker?
Swish!
A bolt of golden lightning shot from afar and appeared above the Sky Sword Sect in the blink of an eye. It was Feng Wuchen.
The Mad Emperor Battle God also looked at him respectfully.
"Brother, the Young Hall Master is here. We're saved." Yan Yishui cried tears of joy. He didn't know why, but whenever he saw Feng Wuchen, he felt that no matter what the predicament was, it would be easily solved.
Yan Yishui had only felt such a strong sense of security from Feng Wuchen.
Feng Wuchen landed on the square and came to Yan Wushuang in the blink of an eye.
"Brother Yan, Yishui, are you okay?" Feng Wuchen asked with a smile. He activated his Eternal Life Realm divine power and healed their injuries instantly.
Yan Wushuang wanted to say something, but he realized that his injuries were healed.
"They're healed!" The Sky Sword Sect Master and the rest were shocked.
"What did this kid do? He healed their injuries instantly! "One of the experts from the Flame Tribe was shocked. He didn't know what was going on.
"Who is he? How did he do it? I can't even see his cultivation base. "Another expert from the Flame Tribe was also shocked.
They couldn't understand the terror of an Eternal Life Realm body.
"Brother Feng, we've only met by chance. We don't have any friendship, but you've helped us brother and sister time and time again. I, Yan Wushuang …" Yan Wushuang choked with tears in his eyes.
Feng Wuchen had helped him too much. Yan Wushuang couldn't repay him at all.
Feng Wuchen quickly interrupted and smiled faintly. "Brother Yan, you don't have to say anything. We're friends now. Since we're friends, how can I just stand by and watch?"
"Brother Feng … thank you …" Yan Yishui was so touched that he cried.
"You're welcome. Don't worry. Nothing will happen." Feng Wuchen smiled faintly.
"Yes." Yan Zhishui nodded heavily and squeezed out a sweet smile.
"Master, Yan Wushuang and Yan Jingshui's cultivation has dropped. It should be caused by forcefully expelling Yan Huo's divine power," Divine Eyes transmitted.
"I know," Feng Wuchen replied through voice transmission. Before they even reached the Heavenly Sword Sect, Feng Wuchen had already sensed it.
Yan Wushuang said solemnly, "Brother Feng, they are from the Yan Clan."
Feng Wuchen nodded his head and smiled faintly, "Big Brother Yan, I know. When I came, the Battle God Crazed Emperor already told me."
"Brother Feng, the strength of the Flaming Tribe is extremely terrifying. I don't want to cause a war between the Chaos Shrine and the Flaming Tribe because of me." Yan Wushuang hurriedly said. This was what he was most worried about.
Feng Wuchen smiled faintly and said, "Brother Yan, don't worry. This matter is not enough to cause the two great factions to go to war. No matter how strong the Yan Tribe is, they will not act easily."
After all, the Chaos Shrine was the strongest faction in the Chaos World. No matter how strong the Yan Tribe was, could they be stronger than the Chaos Shrine?
"Who are you?" An expert from the Yan Tribe stared at Feng Wuchen and asked.
Feng Wuchen shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Who I am is not important."
"Brat, you just said that you can revive their bloodline? And you also said that the Flaming Tribe's divine power and bloodline are not that great? "An arrogant and cold voice sounded from the void above.
Feng Wuchen looked up and smiled faintly, "That's right, I can revive their bloodline. The Flaming Tribe's divine power and bloodline are indeed not that great."
"Brat! How dare you insult the Flaming Tribe? Are you tired of living? " An expert from the Flaming Tribe shouted angrily. His eyes narrowed as he stared fiercely at Feng Wuchen as if he was staring at a dead person.
Feng Wuchen ignored the expert's threat and smiled faintly, "I did not insult the Flaming Tribe. I was just speaking the truth. No matter how strong the Flaming Tribe's divine power is, can it be compared to the Chaos divine power?"
"You!" The two experts from the Flaming Tribe were furious.
However, Feng Wuchen was right. Although the Flaming Tribe's divine power was strong, it was still a level lower than the Chaos divine power.
Yan Huo's divine power was at most on par with Emperor Lingyun's divine power.
"So you have the Chaos divine power?" A cold voice sounded from the void above.
"Chaos divine power?" The two experts from the Flaming Tribe were shocked.
Thinking back to how Feng Wuchen had instantly healed Yan Wushuang and Yan Xiaoshui, perhaps Feng Wuchen really did have the Chaos divine power.
Feng Wuchen shrugged and smiled, "I don't have the Chaos divine power. However, I have the bloodline divine power to revive Brother Yan and the others. Of course, it is not as good as your Yan Huo's divine power."
"Since you don't have the Chaos divine power and your bloodline divine power is not as good as Yan Huo's divine power, you are insulting the Flaming Tribe. You have no right to say that." A cold and murderous voice sounded from the void above.
"I am just speaking the truth. It has nothing to do with whether I have the right or not." Feng Wuchen smiled faintly.
"Kill him!" A bone-chilling voice sounded from the void above.
"Yes!" The two experts from the Flaming Tribe replied respectfully. They immediately unleashed their terrifying divine power and were about to kill Feng Wuchen.
"Hmph!" Mad Emperor Battle God snorted coldly.
"Pfft!"
Before the two experts from the Flaming Tribe could attack, they were shocked by Mad Emperor Battle God's terrifying aura and spat out blood.
They could not believe that Mad Emperor Battle God dared to attack them.
"Mad Emperor Battle God! What is the meaning of this? "The Ninth Level Chaotic Heavenly Master asked angrily. He immediately unleashed his terrifying divine power.
Mad Emperor Battle God said coldly, "Whoever attacks will die!"
"Mad Emperor Battle God! Don't be arrogant in front of me! If you dare to stop me, I will kill you first! "A furious roar sounded from the void above and a terrifying murderous aura descended from the sky.
"Who do you want to kill?" At this moment, another cold and murderous voice sounded.
"Tenyou Ares!" The three experts from the Flaming Tribe were shocked.
Tenyou Ares's figure appeared silently. An incomparably monstrous aura swept out and attacked the Flaming Tribe's experts mercilessly.
The moment they saw Tenyou Ares, the two experts from the Flaming Tribe were completely shocked. Their pale faces were filled with fear and their bodies were trembling non-stop. Their backs were already drenched in cold sweat.
The Nethersky Martial Immortal's name was definitely well-known in the Chaotic Realm. It was like thunder to the ears!
Tenyou Ares's terrifying aura instantly disappeared. Obviously, he did not want to disturb Feng Wuchen.
Feng Wuchen glanced at them and smiled faintly. "Brother Yan, Yi Shui, return the bloodline of the Flaming Tribe to them."
"Okay!" Yan Wushuang and Yan Yi Shui nodded without hesitation.
"Brother Yan, Yi Shui, it might be very painful later. You have to bear with it." Feng Wuchen smiled faintly.
"As long as we can return the bloodline to them, we will no longer be the Flaming Tribe. We can bear any pain!" Yan Yi Shui said firmly.
"Brother Feng, come. I don't care about anything from the Flaming Tribe!" Yan Wushuang gritted his teeth and said angrily.
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