Chapter 2561 - 2560: No One Can Save You

"A Dragon Soul powerhouse?" Long Nitian glanced at Feng Wuchen, thinking, "Is the young master planning to build a dark force similar to God Shadow’s elite?"

The sudden scene left Ling Xiaoxiao and the others quite shocked.

A Saint Emperor’s action is indeed different, instantly turning danger into safety and reversing the situation.

"Feng Wuchen, the Profound Holy Realm is the territory of the Martial Soul Holy Palace! It’s not up to you! Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you are the Supreme of the Dragon God Clan! You’re insulting the Martial Soul Holy Palace!" shouted the leading Two-Star Saint Venerable man in anger.

"I call the shots now." Feng Wuchen grinned and said, "Get lost, I’ll spare your life. Remember to go back and tell that old bastard Nangong Xuan that I’m waiting for him at the Rakshasa Holy Palace!"

"You!" The man was furious, his face contorted, his fists clenched tightly, and his nails pierced into his flesh.

"If you don’t get lost now, do you believe I’ll kill you too?" Feng Wuchen’s cold gaze swept over, the icy voice making one feel like they had fallen into a freezing pit, incomparably cold.

A terrifying gaze, like that of a demon, caused the man to shiver all over.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva in fear, the man shouted angrily, "Feng Wuchen! Just you wait! The Martial Soul Holy Palace will never let you go!"

The Dragon Soul powerhouse respectfully saluted and was about to flicker away and disappear.

"If you dare touch my people, I guarantee you won’t leave here alive!" Feng Wuchen suddenly furrowed his brows and shouted coldly, as if realizing something.

Before everyone understood what Feng Wuchen meant, the next scene shocked them.

"Boom!"

"Puff!"

In that instant, a sudden explosion sounded, and the Dragon Soul powerhouse spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, his figure shooting out like a cannonball.

With just one strike, a Five-Star Saint Emperor’s Dragon Soul powerhouse was badly injured!

The sudden scene left Ling Xiaoxiao and the others aghast.

The strength of the attacker was terrifying; they hadn’t even seen or sensed anything.

"To instantly injure a Five-Star Saint Emperor! This person’s strength is extremely frightening!" Chi Huang said solemnly, his eyes alertly surveying the surroundings.

Long Qinghun said gravely, "The main thing is his speed is extremely frightening and he can completely hide his aura."

"I can’t sense anything!" Miao Qingqing frowned.

Wild Panther frowned and said, "I can smell it, but don’t know the exact location."

Su Qingfeng frowned and speculated, "To instantly injure a Five-Star Saint Emperor, this person’s strength must be at least the Eight-Star Saint Emperor Realm!"

"This person is very strong, husband be careful." Ling Xiaoxiao cautioned, her pretty face full of worry.

Sky Tiger immediately flickered out to rescue people.

"Brother Feng, the injury is very serious, although his life is preserved, our elixirs cannot heal his injuries." Sky Tiger flew back with the Dragon Soul powerhouse.

"Master, be very careful, this person’s strength is extremely frightening." The Dragon Soul powerhouse said weakly.

"Let me try!" Shi Tian Hu said.

Shi Tian Hu possesses a powerful healing ability.

"Hope you don’t regret it! Anyone who dares touch my people, I never let off lightly!" Feng Wuchen said coldly, the chilling killing intent spreading wide.

"Regret? Feng Wuchen, you are too naive, you killed the Martial Soul Holy Palace disciples, even if Long Shi Hun comes, he can’t save you!"

An arrogant and disdainful sneer suddenly sounded from the void.

"Whoosh!"

Feng Wuchen pointed from afar, a golden column of light shot towards the void, disappearing in a flash.

"I know you’re there, show yourself." Feng Wuchen said coldly, with the presence of Shui Yan’s ancestor, Feng Wuchen can sense any enemy hiding nearby, even Saintly Honor couldn’t hide.

"You’ve known about my presence all along? How is this possible?" came an incredulous cry from the void, followed by a figure appearing out of thin air.

With this figure’s appearance, an extremely terrifying aura spread, the oppressive power enveloping the Rakshasa Holy Palace.

Eight-Star Saint Emperor!

"Eight-Star Saint Emperor! The young master can actually detect such a powerful enemy! Even a Saint Emperor Realm Alchemist couldn’t do that, right?" Long Nitian was extremely shocked in his heart, that was an Eight-Star Saint Emperor.

"Brother Feng seems to only have the cultivation of a Five-Star Saint King, but he can detect such a terrifying powerhouse, moreover this person hid his aura completely just now, and Brother Feng could still detect him, truly no small feat." Baili Yufeng was quite shocked in his heart.

Zhang Junlan and Yi Tianqing exchanged glances, both seeing the look of shock in each other’s eyes.

"What? Is it very difficult?" Feng Wuchen’s fierce gaze fixed on the man in the white robe, coldly asking, "Who are you?"

"Wei Qing of the Saint Soul Sect!" The middle-aged man said arrogantly, looking disdainfully at Feng Wuchen and others.

"Saint Soul Sect again." The killing intent in Feng Wuchen’s eyes grew stronger, he said fiercely, "The Saint Soul Sect has no reason to exist!"

"Haha!" Wei Qing couldn’t help but laugh arrogantly and said mockingly, "Feng Wuchen ah Feng Wuchen, I truly feel sorry for you, it seems you, the Supreme Lord, know nothing."

"Your greatest backing is the three ancestors of the Dragon God Clan, Long Shi Hun and the others know well that the three traitors of the Dragon God Clan are in the Martial Soul Holy Palace, yet they dare not act, do you know why?"

"Because the Martial Soul Holy Palace’s strength is greater than the Dragon God Holy Temple, even if the three ancestors of Long Shi Hun join hands, they can’t rival Ancient Profound Venerable. To destroy the Saint Soul Sect, it depends on whether Long Shi Hun and they dare to act."

In Wei Qing’s eyes, the arrogant Feng Wuchen was just a joke.

"This guy is truly arrogant!" Xu Feng gritted his teeth angrily.

"An Eight-Star Saint Emperor can’t be arrogant? Not to mention backed by the Martial Soul Holy Palace!" Chaos God gritted his teeth angrily, his face twitching severely.

With a cold glance at the arrogant Wei Qing, Feng Wuchen spoke indifferently, "Coming to find trouble with me is just to give me an excuse to kill a few people, so you have a reason to kill me, isn’t it? After all, aren’t you afraid of the Dragon God Holy Temple? If the Martial Soul Holy Palace truly has that capability, would it need such shameless tactics?"

"I’ve already killed people and let one go, let him return to tell Nangong Xuan and Ancient Profound Venerable. Do you want to wait for the Martial Soul Holy Palace’s orders before acting? Anyway, you won’t live to see the day, no one can save you!"

"Feng Wuchen, I’ve heard of your arrogance for a long time, seeing you today, it’s indeed true." Wei Qing sneered coldly, "But arrogance requires capital, this is not the Dragon God Realm."

Feng Wuchen replied icily, "I am always like this with enemies."

"Feng Wuchen, you won’t be arrogant for long, don’t know how to temporarily avoid the forefront, sooner or later you’ll die extremely miserably, but you’ll soon die, killing you is a piece of cake for me." Wei Qing sneered disdainfully.

"Killing you is also a piece of cake for me." Feng Wuchen said coldly, as the Martial Soul Holy Palace had already acted, Feng Wuchen saw no need to hold back.

"Oh? Is that so? I’ve heard that the Dragon God Holy Temple Supreme Lord is only at the Saint King Realm. I’m looking forward to seeing you kill me." Wei Qing arrogantly sneered, completely disregarding Feng Wuchen.