Dragon God Supreme

Chapter 64: Chapter 064: Thrilling
 

Wang He’s father, Wang Zhongxian, was a Fifth Grade minister of the Empire, holding a high and influential position.

In Feiyun City, the Wang family’s residence held the highest rank, and all officials below the Fifth Grade looked up to the Wang family as their leader.

This showed that Wang He had an extremely powerful background, making him the foremost young master of Feiyun City.

In Feiyun City, or even in the surrounding cities, no one dared to act recklessly towards Wang He. Even Fourth Rank officials had to show him some respect because his father was a Fifth Grade official!

Wang Zhongxian was notoriously protective of his kin. He appeared benevolent on the surface, but his heart was extremely cunning and venomous.

With such a strong background behind Wang He, if Feng Wuchen killed him, Feiyun City would definitely be thrown into chaos.

“You little punk! Who the hell are you?” Wang He asked, staring viciously at Feng Wuchen, unfazed even with the Fiery Blade pointed at his chest.

“The Feng family from Unmatched City in Tianzhou!” Feng Wuchen replied coldly.

“Very good! I will see your entire Feng family cut down!” Wang He roared ferociously.

Feng Wuchen frowned and said coldly, “Then I’ll just have to kill you!”

As he spoke, Feng Wuchen’s Fiery Blade slowly pierced into Wang He’s chest, blood flowing and staining the clothing red.

“Stop!” Suddenly, a cold shout came, followed by an overwhelming aura spreading out.

“Whiz!”

A purple light shot towards Feng Wuchen with a sonic boom, moving at a stunning speed.

“Eighthfold Transformative Realm!” Feng Wuchen’s expression shifted slightly, and he swiftly stepped back, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Feng Wuchen was already going all out against a Sixth Layer Transformative Realm opponent. Facing an Eightfold Transformative Realm opponent, he was simply no match.

“Young Master, are you all right?” The newcomer was a middle-aged man, tall and burly.

The newcomer was Zhao Fei, the head of the Wang family’s guards. Clearly, someone had already gone to inform the family.

No sooner had Zhao Fei arrived than a large contingent of the Empire’s soldiers was upon them, sealing off the streets around them. No one was allowed to leave; everyone had to squat on the ground, and no one dared to move.

Wang He’s face was extremely somber, his flesh twitching uncontrollably as he ground his teeth and shouted furiously, “Kill him for me!”

Zhao Fei glanced at Feng Wuchen and was also deeply shocked. He found it hard to believe that Wang He, with his Sixth Layer Transformative Realm cultivation, was no match for a youth in the Third Layer.

Zhao Fei did not think Wang He was weak, but rather that Feng Wuchen’s strength was excessively formidable.

After only a glance, Zhao Fei charged forward, his True Yuan surging through his body, unleashing a powerful force.

With Zhao Fei’s strength, both in power and speed, he surpassed Feng Wuchen.

“Third Layer Heaven’s Fury Palm!”

Feng Wuchen fully invoked the power of the Dragon God, his body gleaming with golden light. With a loud shout, he unleashed three consecutive palms.

A powerful golden palm print tore through the air, and with three palms overlapping, its force greatly increased.

“A Profound Grade martial skill, eh? Its power is immense! With such strength, it’s no wonder he defeated the young master. This kid is indeed no simple matter,” thought Zhao Fei, surprised. He did not, however, show any fear.

“Mid-level Yellow Grade martial skill! Vajra Palm!”

As Zhao Fei rushed forward, his right palm gathered a formidable force, and with a loud shout, he slammed it forward.

“Bang!”

“Puh!”

It had to be said that Zhao Fei’s strength was powerful; with one palm strike, he easily shattered Feng Wuchen’s palm print, sending Feng Wuchen spitting blood and his body sliding several meters along the street before finally propping himself up with the Fiery Blade.

To withstand an Eightfold Transformative Realm expert without falling was already quite impressive for Feng Wuchen.

“To take seven-tenths of my strength!” Zhao Fei was again astonished internally, growing curious about Feng Wuchen’s origins.

A sixteen- or seventeen-year-old youth, not only powerful in strength but also with such a high tolerance for pain, was bound to arouse curiosity.

Feng Wuchen quickly took out a Bone Healing Qi Pill and a Green Abyss Mystical Pill and swallowed them. The more critical the moment, the more potent the effect of the elixir.

Even if he couldn’t defeat an Eightfold Transformative Realm opponent, as long as he had some True Yuan left and his injuries were somewhat recovered, Feng Wuchen was confident he could escape.

But with the streets surrounded by a large group of soldiers, Feng Wuchen feared he wouldn’t be able to run away.

At that moment, Wang He took a knife from one of the soldiers and started walking towards Feng Wuchen, his face twisted with a vicious smirk.

“You little brat, before trying to kill me, didn’t you find out who I am? Today you won’t be able to fly away even if you had wings!” Wang He said coldly, intending to kill Feng Wuchen himself.

Hearing this, the expressionless Feng Wuchen replied ominously, “We’ll see about that!”

His icy gaze, laden with endless killing intent, was intimidating to behold.

“Hmph! You think you can run?” Wang He sneered contemptuously, slowly walking up to Feng Wuchen, lifting the cleaver in his hand without hesitation, and chopping towards Feng Wuchen’s head.

At that moment, a surge of extremely powerful Ice Attribute True Yuan burst forth from inside Feng Wuchen, Frost Sword at the ready, as the cold rapidly spread.

“Young Master, be careful!” Zhao Fei’s face changed dramatically as he hurriedly pulled Wang He back.

Zhao Fei himself was not afraid, but Wang He, severely wounded as he was, could not withstand the powerful cold.

As Zhao Fei pulled Wang He back, Feng Wuchen, holding the Fiery Blade, burst towards the other side of the street, attempting to carve out a bloody path for escape.

“Kill him! Don’t let him escape!” Wang He bellowed.

The soldiers blocking the streets charged forward, none daring to defy the orders.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”

“Hiss, hiss, hiss!”

With a swing of his Fiery Blade, Feng Wuchen unleashed dozens of powerful Frost Sword strikes, piercing the soldiers mercilessly like a torrential downpour of pear blossom needles, screams echoing unceasingly.

Feng Wuchen was decisive in his killing, without a trace of mercy. Wherever his Fiery Blade went, it sliced through iron like mud, and the soldiers fell into pools of blood one after another. No number of them were of any use—they couldn’t stop Feng Wuchen.

Feng Wuchen’s face was cold, without expression, like that of a cold-blooded assassin.

The ferocity of his actions turned the faces of the people on the streets pale with terror.

Zhao Fei’s face turned exceedingly grim. Under Wang He’s roaring anger, he charged forward again.

“All of you, back off!” Zhao Fei shouted.

As Zhao Fei rushed forward, Feng Wuchen detected him immediately and turned around to unleash a sweeping sword strike, a powerful golden sword light blasting forth.

At the same time, Feng Wuchen sprinted towards the city gate, mercilessly killing any soldier that tried to block his path.

“Block him for me! Zhao Fei! Chase him down!” Wang He continued to roar in rage. Unfortunately, those soldiers were no match for Feng Wuchen.

Dodging the sword light, Zhao Fei spurred his True Yuan and chased after him at high speed.

As Feng Wuchen cold-bloodedly killed the soldiers, he took out a Green Abyss Mystical Pill and swallowed it, planning to escape through the city gate and then flee via Sword Flight.

Unexpectedly, the city gate was also sealed by a large number of soldiers.

The Wang residence had deployed at least several hundred soldiers this time.

Feng Wuchen’s face darkened. He was out of options, and many more soldiers were catching up from behind.

Without the luxury of time to think, he needed to escape before Zhao Fei could catch up to him.

Injecting True Yuan into his Fiery Blade, Feng Wuchen prepared to execute Sword Flight.

But at that moment, the soldiers at the city gate were suddenly sent flying by a band of people charging in, forcibly clearing a path.

Feng Wuchen looked closely and was instantly stunned, exclaiming in astonishment, “Leng Mucheng! Chi Huang!”

“It’s the Black Flag Army and the Sky Shadow cavalry!” Many soldiers recognized them by their attire and started backing away.

The Wang residence’s soldiers didn’t dare to conflict with the Black Flag Army and the Sky Shadow Cavalry.

“Indeed, they are soldiers from the Black Flag Army and the Sky Shadow cavalry!”

“What are they doing in Feiyun City? Why would they injure the soldiers from the Wang residence?”

The onlookers, both puzzled and shocked, knew that the Black Flag Army and the Sky Shadow Cavalry generally stayed in the barracks and wouldn’t appear without a special situation.

“Master Feng! Are you alright? We came too late!” Chi Huang asked respectfully, his face somber and radiating a chilling, iron-blooded aura of a killer.

Such an icy aura that made one shudder could only belong to the true soldiers of the Empire.

“It’s nothing, but why are you here?” Feng Wuchen asked.

“Master Feng, as soon as we learned you had left, we immediately came to find you. We searched several cities before finding Feiyun City,” explained Leng Mucheng.

“Master Feng, what’s going on?” another man asked.

“Wang He! These are guards of the Wang residence! They are not Imperial soldiers!” Chi Huang spotted Wang He and his expression turned grave.

“Mu Cheng! Go back and report to the Great General at once!” Chi Huang whispered, fully aware of Wang He’s status. Even with Ye Cangqiong’s support, they wouldn’t dare to offend Wang He lightly.

Despite being part of the Black Flag Army and the Sky Shadow Calvary, they were still just soldiers without official ranks.

However, as soldiers of Ye Cangqiong, they were not afraid of the Wang residence, they just weren’t qualified to meddle in the affairs of high-ranking officials.

But Feng Wuchen was an honorable guest invited personally by Ye Cangqiong and was the chief instructor for the soldiers of the Black Flag Army and the Sky Shadow Cavalry! They would never stand idly by, even at the cost of their lives, they would not!

Without hesitation, Leng Mucheng swiftly returned to the barracks!

No one dared to stop the guards of the Wang residence!

“The Black Flag Army and the Sky Shadow Cavalry?” Seeing the attire of Chi Huang and his men, Zhao Fei, and Wang He furrowed their brows.

Who exactly was Feng Wuchen? Why would the Black Flag Army and the Sky Shadow Cavalry help him?

“You brat, didn’t expect the Black Flag Army and the Sky Shadow Cavalry to come to your aid,” Wang He shouted angrily, his face dark with fury.

His fierce gaze swept over to Chi Huang and the others, and Wang He admonished sternly, “This brat wants to kill me. If you harbor him, you share his guilt! Not even the Great General will be able to save you! Out of respect for the Great General, I won’t hold it against you, now get lost!”

“Wang He! Do you know who he is?” Chi Huang asked coldly.

“I don’t care who he is. If he wants to kill me, he must die!” Wang He roared back.

“He is Master Feng, whom the Great General personally went to Yunzhou to invite! He is our chief instructor for the Black Flag Army and the Sky Shadow Cavalry. You have shown disrespect to Master Feng and even injured him. Aren’t you afraid the Great General will punish you?” Chi Huang retorted strongly and decisively.

“Master Feng?” The faces of everyone present changed dramatically.

“The Artifact Refiner, Master Feng, who can create with a single thought?” Zhao Fei was frightened pale.

After two long months, Master Feng’s reputation had already spread throughout the Imperial Capital.

Situ Zhentian, a Fourth Rank Artifact Refiner, had been conferred the title of prince by the emperor! Let alone Feng Wuchen, who was the legendary Fifth Grade Artifact Refiner capable of Thought-Forming Instrumentation!

His status was extraordinary, far above Situ Zhentian!