Chapter 2542 - 2541: Do You Believe I Dare to Kill You

"Messenger, lend me some strength, that of the Eight-Star Saint Emperor will do." Feng Wuchen transmitted his voice.

Upon hearing Feng Wuchen’s transmission, the messenger instantly lent his strength to Feng Wuchen.

"What? Too scared to move?" Seeing Feng Wuchen motionless, the disdain on Xiayuqing’s face intensified.

A mere Saint King Realm, Xiayuqing didn’t even regard it, as he could kill with one palm.

"Boom!" Xiayuqing’s fierce palm struck Feng Wuchen’s chest without the slightest mercy.

"Hmph! Just by you... this... how is this possible?" As Xiayuqing’s palm fell, his contemptuous sneer froze instantly, replaced by shock and disbelief.

In Xiayuqing’s mind, countless images of Feng Wuchen’s tragic death appeared, but none like the scene before him.

"What’s going on? How can Feng Wuchen possibly withstand Xiayuqing’s power?" A Saint Emperor expert exclaimed in shock.

"He hasn’t even activated his power; he’s completely relying on his physical body to withstand it. Isn’t he in the Saint King Realm?" Another Saint Emperor expert was also shocked, full of disbelief. The power of a Seven-Star God Emperor, a palm has fallen, yet it cannot shake Feng Wuchen in the slightest! Is this a Saint King Realm cultivator? Definitely not! "You... you couldn’t possibly withstand my power! Absolutely impossible!" Xiayuqing exclaimed in horror, his expression rigid.

Feng Wuchen slowly gripped Xiayuqing’s wrist, sneering coldly: "Xiayuqing, a Seven-Star Saint Emperor isn’t so strong, do you think you can kill me now just because you injured me last time? You’ve underestimated me."

"Ah!"

While speaking, Feng Wuchen’s claw grew stronger, causing Xiayuqing’s face to twitch, finally unable to suppress a scream.

"You’re clearly in the Saint King Realm; you couldn’t possibly possess such power!" Xiayuqing exclaimed in horror, the intense pain in his wrist making him feel as if it were about to break.

Feng Wuchen sneered coldly: "Why, can’t I possess this power?"

"Stop! Please stop! My hand is about to break!" Xiayuqing shouted in panic, the intense pain of bone fragmentation spreading throughout his body, struggling was pointless.

"Xiayuqing!" Two Saint Emperors exclaimed in shock.

"What are you standing there for? Why haven’t you acted yet?" Xiayuqing shouted furiously, cold sweat pouring down his back.

The terrifying power burst forth with full force, prompting the two Saint Emperor experts to act immediately, their strength comparable to Xiayuqing’s.

In the blink of an eye, one flashed to the top of Feng Wuchen’s head, while the other flashed behind Feng Wuchen, locking in his aura, and launched a fierce attack simultaneously.

"Boom-boom!"

Feng Wuchen snorted coldly, exchanging a punch with the man in front, letting the other strike his back.

"How is it possible? The power feels like it’s vanished!" The man attacking Feng Wuchen’s back seemed to punch Feng Wuchen, yet felt all his power vanish, as if sinking into a swamp.

"What a domineering power!" The man clashing with Feng Wuchen felt his hand bones nearly shatter, terrified in his heart.

"What... what cultivation are you? You couldn’t possibly possess this power; this isn’t Dragon God Clan power!" Xiayuqing asked in terror, his voice trembling.

"Crack!"

"Ah!"

Feng Wuchen clenched tightly, eliciting a crack as bones fractured, white bones piercing through flesh, blood flowing out. Xiayuqing’s face twitched, screaming again.

"Could my power ever be understood by garbage like you?" Feng Wuchen sneered disdainfully.

A cold glance swept over the man above, Feng Wuchen coldly shouted: "Scram!"

"Boom!"

"Puff!"

A fist exploded with domineering power, blasting with a booming sound, causing the man to cough up blood and fly backwards.

"What is this power? Just relying on physical strength to injure me; is he perhaps a Saint Emperor expert?" The man was terrified, feeling his entire arm rendered useless.

"Boom!"

"Puff!"

Simultaneously, Feng Wuchen swept out with a kick, blasting with a booming sound, sending the Saint Emperor expert behind him flying like a cannonball, powerless to resist.

The attack speed was so fast he couldn’t react at all.

"He’s definitely a Saint Emperor expert!" The man was utterly terrified, feeling as if his entire body was falling apart.

Xiayuqing was so terrified he couldn’t speak, his body trembling violently.

Feng Wuchen’s terrifying strength far exceeded his imagination.

"Xiayuqing, who sent you? Nangong Xuan or Ancient Profound Venerable?" Feng Wuchen coldly asked, his chilling gaze on Xiayuqing like staring at a dead man.

"The... the elder sent me." Xiayuqing answered in terror, Feng Wuchen’s terrifying eyes making him feel as if he were sinking into hell.

"So it’s Nangong Xuan, that old bastard." Feng Wuchen sneered coldly, then yanked forcefully.

"Crack!"

"Ah!"

Feng Wuchen forcibly twisted off Xiayuqing’s arm, blood gushing, and Xiayuqing let out a pig-like scream.

"How does it feel?" Feng Wuchen sneered coldly.

"You... you dare twist off my arm!" Xiayuqing shouted in both terror and anger, roaring fiercely at Feng Wuchen.

"You brought this upon yourself; why wouldn’t I dare? Do you believe I’ll kill you next?" Feng Wuchen shrugged, looking fearless.

The cold, terrifying gaze frightened Xiayuqing to his core, too afraid to speak.

"Slap!"

"Puff!"

With those words, Feng Wuchen slapped, a crisp sound ringing, causing Xiayuqing to cough up blood, several teeth flying out.

"Want that old bastard Nangong Xuan to come save you?" Feng Wuchen sneered coldly.

This slap bewildered Xiayuqing completely.

As a genius alchemist of the Martial Soul Holy Palace, with a transcendent status, who dared humiliate him this way?

The intense humiliation instantly spread throughout, angering Xiayuqing, causing a furious rage to erupt.

"Feng Wuchen, if you dare kill me, you’ll never leave the Profound Holy Realm alive!" Xiayuqing grit his teeth in fury, his anger nearly bursting forth.

"Slap!"

"Puff!"

Feng Wuchen slapped again, causing Xiayuqing to cough up blood again, his face swelling red.

Feng Wuchen sneered coldly: "So what if I kill you? Killing you is as easy as flipping a hand; someone like you isn’t even qualified to die by my hand."

"Xiayuqing, I should kill you, but since that old bastard Nangong Xuan sent you, I’ll spare you as a gift to Nangong Xuan. Tell that old bastard, if he wants to kill me, then come; I’m right here in the Profound Holy Realm, scram." Feng Wuchen sneered coldly, delivering a punch to Xiayuqing’s abdomen, sending him flying.

The terrifying power severely injured Xiayuqing.

"By the way, let me remind you once more, don’t mess with me again, or I’ll kill you; I don’t even regard the Martial Soul Holy Palace." Feng Wuchen coldly said, then flew away.

"Feng Wuchen! I will never forgive you!" Xiayuqing grit his teeth, his eyes bloodshot with unparalleled killing intent.