Chapter 2598 - 2597: Don’t You Think It’s Too Late?

Seeing Zhao Qing’s wildly furious appearance, the onlookers were all scared out of their wits.

"Gao Yuanxiu! Who killed Li Zhan?" Zhao Qing looked at a Saint Emperor Realm Alchemist kneeling in the void and asked.

"I killed Li Zhan." Feng Wuchen said lightly, looking at the furious Zhao Qing with a blank expression.

The moment Feng Wuchen’s words fell, Zhao Qing’s murderous gaze swept over, yelling, "You brat, you dare kill my disciple? You’re tired of living!"

"Boom!"

"Buzz buzz!"

While speaking, Zhao Qing had already fiercely shot out, carrying a piercing roar as the space violently shook and shattered, the terrifying power of a Five-Star Saint Emperor converging on his fist, ready to kill Feng Wuchen with one punch.

But as Zhao Qing’s fierce gaze clearly saw Feng Wuchen, his heart suddenly shook.

"Zhao Qing, what gall you have!" Dantong’s cold voice sounded.

Zhao Qing’s expression changed drastically again, his punching fist instantly stopped, and he looked at Feng Wuchen, aghast.

"Su... Supreme Great... Sir..." Zhao Qing was dumbfounded.

The one who killed Li Zhan was actually the Supreme Lord of the Dragon God Clan!

Regarding Feng Wuchen’s identity, Zhao Qing had already inquired from the Soul-Pillar Pagoda.

"Is Zhao Qing scared? Dantong calls him Brother Feng, he’s able to command Dantong, who exactly is he?" The Fire Cloud Hall Master frowned deeply, very curious about Feng Wuchen’s background.

"You must be Zhao Qing, you came at the right time, I have business with you." Feng Wuchen said coldly.

"Yes, sir." Zhao Qing’s face was full of panic, seemingly having already guessed something.

Seeing Zhao Qing instantly become fearful and respectful, the numerous cultivators present were all stunned.

What exactly is going on?

Zhao Qing suddenly turned fearful and respectful, who exactly is this young man’s identity?

"I think it’s necessary to explain to you, your disciple publicly insulted my wife, was my killing him justified?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly.

"Yes..." Zhao Qing said in a panic, his old face extremely pale, the previous rage and terrifying murderous aura long dissipated.

Does he dare say it’s not justified?

Zhao Qing doesn’t dare!

With his Saint Emperor Realm Alchemy cultivation, in front of Chu Tianshu, he’s but an ant.

"That’s good." Feng Wuchen said coldly.

"Whizz!"

As Feng Wuchen finished speaking, a figure flashed into appearance, it was an elderly man in a white robe.

It was indeed Wan Wufeng, a Saint Emperor Realm Alchemist.

The two most powerful Alchemists in the Northern Profound Realm appeared, Gao Yuanxiu and the other seventeen Alchemists were utterly hopeless, that intense fear, as if falling into a dark hell, filled with terror from all directions.

"Greetings, sir!" Wan Wufeng respectfully saluted Feng Wuchen.

During the Alchemist gathering, Wan Wufeng was also present, he naturally understood Feng Wuchen’s identity.

Wan Wufeng’s respect once again shocked everyone, leaving them speechless.

"Did either of you say, that low-level Alchemists establishing a Holy Tower is an insult to Alchemists?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly.

"No!" The two shook their heads simultaneously.

"Really no?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly.

"Report to sir, without a doubt, we dare not say such arrogant words." Wan Wufeng said respectfully.

Sweeping his icy gaze towards Gao Yuanxiu and the others, Feng Wuchen said, "Did you all hear?"

"..." The dozen Alchemists under Gao Yuanxiu dared not speak a word, nor lift their heads.

"Kill them!" Feng Wuchen’s voice turned icy.

"Yes!" Limoyang said respectfully, taking action without hesitation.

"Sir, spare us! Sir, spare us! We know we’re wrong!" Gao Yuanxiu and others pleaded in terror, frantically kowtowing.

"You are a disgrace to Alchemists! You shouldn’t live!" Limoyang said icily, exuding a fierce killing aura.

"No! Don’t kill me! Limoyang, don’t kill me! I beg you, I don’t want to die!" Gao Yuanxiu screamed in horror.

Limoyang said mercilessly, "Don’t you think it’s too late?"

"Whizz whizz whizz!"

"Slash slash slash!"

Limoyang swiftly flashed out, as eye-catching sword shadows flickered, Gao Yuanxiu and the seventeen Alchemists died instantly, their bodies falling to the ground.

Regret was of no use now.

"Gulp..."

Seeing the seventeen Alchemists instantly killed, the numerous onlookers swallowed hard, overwhelmed with fear.

No one dared provoke the Dragon God Holy Temple.

"Luckily I didn’t step forward, this guy’s identity is extraordinary, no wonder he’s so arrogant."

"Even Saint Emperor Realm Alchemists can’t do anything to him, not to mention Limoyang and others, luckily we didn’t offend the Holy Tower, otherwise we’d surely be dead today."

"Zhao Qing and Wan Wufeng are so respectful to him, even the Young Master of the Emperor Tongue must obey his orders, he must be the Dragon God Holy Temple’s Young Master!"

The crowd silently rejoiced that they didn’t offend the Holy Tower, nor Feng Wuchen.

Otherwise, they’d face the same fate as the seventeen Alchemists.

"Investigate the forces behind them, you resolve the remaining matters yourselves, act accordingly." Feng Wuchen looked at Limoyang and said.

"Yes, sir!" Limoyang replied respectfully.

"Senior Soul Extinction, Senior Donghuang, I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave for now." Feng Wuchen said to Soul Extinction with a smile.

"Thank you, Brother Feng, for your help." Soul Extinction thanked again.

"Senior Soul Extinction, you’re too kind, I’m the Honored Elder Delegate of the Holy Tower after all," Feng Wuchen said with a smile.

"Haha!" Soul Extinction laughed heartily, pleased.

"Brother Feng, we’ll go too!" Liu Qingyang hurriedly said, his face full of anticipation.

Feng Wuchen shook his head, solemnly saying, "You won’t be able to help if you go, I can’t interfere either, I’m just going to take a look."

Sweeping his gaze across the crowd, Feng Wuchen said, "If anyone still has opinions about the Holy Tower, you’re always welcome, I will certainly entertain you thoroughly."

The crowd shivered, the thought alone was terrifying.

"Wife, since you’ve just arrived in the Northern Profound Realm, stay here for the next few days, I’ll come to pick you up after I finish my business." Feng Wuchen looked at Ling Xiaoxiao and a few others with a smile.

"Mm, okay!" Ling Xiaoxiao nodded lightly, reminding, "Husband, you must be careful."

"Dantong, let’s go." Feng Wuchen smiled softly, then looked at Dantong.

Dantong waved his hand, immediately taking Feng Wuchen away in a flash.

As they reappeared, Feng Wuchen and Dantong had already arrived at the Saint Emperor Clan.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Buzz buzz!"

A fierce battle of life and death, earth-shattering, terrifying power recklessly surged, the space within tens of thousands of feet was vibrating, enveloped in darkness.

"The Demon Clan and Martial Soul Holy Palace sent their subordinate powerful forces, eighteen Saintly Honor, and over a hundred Saint Emperor powerhouses, Xuan Ying Protector and the others can’t handle this many people, the Dragon God Holy Temple’s subordinate powerful forces have also arrived, the battle has just started," Dantong said.

Looking at the fierce battlefield, Feng Wuchen said, "Fighting like this will only lead to mutual destruction, since their reinforcements have arrived, let’s eliminate them as quickly as possible."