Dragon God Supreme

Chapter 811: Chapter 811: Extremely Frustrated Chapter 811: Chapter 811: Extremely Frustrated “You’re just a bully preying on the weak, so why can’t I use numbers to my advantage?”

Feng Wuchen was full of disdain. Without those soul puppets, their fate would have been obvious.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

“Pfft! Pfft!”

Three soul puppets launched an inhumane ferocious attack on Yin Yang Shifeng, serving him with six punches and six kicks from all angles. Yin Yang Shifeng, unable to resist, kept vomiting blood.

Even summoning his true form had proved futile.

“Well done! Well done!”

“Beat him to death! Don’t you dare stop!”

“Hit him! Keep hitting! Hit him until even his parents wouldn’t recognize him!”

Liu Qingyang and Zhang Junlan cheered excitedly as Yin Yang Shifeng, being brutally beaten, became furiously inflamed from within.

It must be said that Yin Yang Shifeng was strong enough to withstand hundreds of punches and kicks from the three soul puppets before finally collapsing from severe injuries.

With a wave of his hand, Feng Wuchen made the soul puppets obediently stop their attack; another blow, and Yin Yang Shifeng would have been dead.

With another wave, the soul puppets disappeared, and the Nine Layers Qiankun Tower retracted into his body.

Yin Yang Shifeng’s injuries were extremely gruelling, looking very formidable a moment before, and now utterly embarrassed, his feelings of frustration could be guessed without effort.

Yin Yang Shifeng never anticipated meeting such a fate, especially not that swiftly.

Feng Wuchen flew towards him slowly and mocked with a chilly laugh, “With injuries so severe, you probably can’t summon anyone from the Yin Yang family, right? Looks like it’s just you here.”

“What happened to all your earlier grandeur? Why do you seem like a mere bystander now?” Liu Qingyang sneered.

Nangong Zhan sneered, “Does it feel particularly good?”

“Scum!” The severely injured Yin Yang Shifeng glared at Feng Wuchen and his group, roaring furiously.

“Bang!”

A stream of black flames suddenly appeared in the palm of Feng Wuchen’s hand, emanating an extremely terrifying chill, ice-cold and overwhelmingly dominant.

“This is… Primordial Wu Fire!” Yin Yang Shifeng’s heart trembled, panic flashing in his eyes.

Feng Wuchen sneered, “You guessed right. If you don’t want to be burnt alive by the Wu Fire, you’d better honestly answer my questions. I’m not afraid of killing members of your Yin Yang family.”

“You!” Yin Yang Shifeng raged, knowing full well that Feng Wuchen was threatening him, but he was powerless to counter.

Yin Yang Shifeng, gravely wounded, could barely keep floating. His strength was completely drained.

“Feeling uncooperative? Let’s give you a taste.” Feng Wuchen sneered and flicked his finger, instantly enveloping Yin Yang Shifeng in black flames.

“Ah!”

In just a moment, Yin Yang Shifeng screamed painfully, terrified.

“Stop! Stop! I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Just stop!” Yin Yang Shifeng shouted in panic.

“Wouldn’t it have been easier just to agree earlier? You had to be stubborn and suffer. You really are despicable,” Liu Qingyang sneered.

“…” Yin Yang Shifeng’s face was pale, looking extremely unsightly.

Feng Wuchen waved his hand, and the Wu Fire instantly disappeared.

“Are you after the Primordial Ancient power?” Feng Wuchen asked, his icy gaze pinning down Yin Yang Shifeng.

Yin Yang Shifeng did not answer for a long time, clearly reluctant.

“Hmm?” Feng Wuchen frowned slightly, glaring at Yin Yang Shifeng.

Sensing Feng Wuchen’s gaze, Yin Yang Shifeng was startled and quickly responded, “Yes, searching for the Primordial Ancient power.”

“Did you find it?” Liu Qingyang asked.

“No.”

“Any clues?” Zhang Junlan continued.

“Nothing!”

“Discovered anything suspicious?” Bei Dou Yan followed.

“Nothing!”

Anyone could guess that Yin Yang Shifeng was playing them.

“Bang!”

Liu Qingyang punched Yin Yang Shifeng in the face and rebuked, “Bastard! You’re playing us, aren’t you?”

“It looks like you really want to die!” Feng Wuchen said coldly, his hand suddenly reaching out to grab Yin Yang Shifeng by the neck, lifting him up, and gripping him tightly, making it impossible for Yin Yang Shifeng to breathe.

Yin Yang Shifeng struggled in pain but was unable to break free.

“Bang!”

“Crack!”

His left fist slammed into Yin Yang Shifeng’s arm. With a muffled sound, his overwhelming power shattered the bones in the arm.

“Ah!”

Yin Yang Shifeng suddenly screamed in agony as the broken bones dug into his flesh–a pain no ordinary person could endure.

“Hmph! If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll shatter all the bones in your body!” Feng Wuchen threatened fiercely.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” Yin Yang Shifeng now knew fear.

Feng Wuchen demanded sharply, “Answer the previous questions! Speak!”

Enduring intense pain from his shattered bones, Yin Yang Shifeng answered in terror, “This place was originally overseen by a high commander, but due to other matters, he sent me to take over. There are too many suspicious aspects to the Primordial Ancient power; it’s still uncertain.”

“Any clues to find?” Zhang Junlan asked.

“This… This is the only clue, but I don’t understand it. It’s left by the high commander, and he said it’s very important.” Yin Yang Shifeng fearfully pulled out a piece of torn cloth.

Upon seeing this cloth, Feng Wuchen and his companions were instantly shocked.

It was identical to the piece of cloth Lu Jie had given them, both bearing special and mysterious runes.

“There’s indeed another piece!” Yi Tianqing exclaimed joyfully, quickly snatching the torn cloth.

“Any other clues?” Liu Qingyang asked.

“That’s all! That’s all I know! I’ve told you everything!” Yin Yang Shifeng answered in terror, feeling as though he wanted to die.

As a powerhouse of the Divinity Transformation Realm from the Yin Yang family, how could Yin Yang Shifeng tolerate such humiliation by a group of juniors?

But he was powerless, who could defeat Feng Wuchen’s terrifying soul puppet?

“Tianwei, take his Storage Ring and see if there are any other clues,” Feng Wuchen said.

“What?” Yin Yang Shifeng’s face changed drastically, shouting outrageously, “Feng Wuchen, you dare covet my treasure!”

“Oh? You have a treasure? That’s even better! I won’t be polite with you,” Feng Wuchen said, slightly surprised, looking at Yin Yang Shifeng as if he were an idiot.

“You!” Yin Yang Shifeng’s pale face twisted grotesquely, his skin twitching violently, the rage in his heart nearly bursting from his eyes.

“Hmph! A Divinity Transformation Realm powerhouse’s Storage Ring, that must contain many treasures, and you’re from the Yin Yang family too!” Ye Tianwei scoffed proudly, unhesitatingly removing Yin Yang Shifeng’s Storage Ring.

“Feng, should we kill him?” Liu Qingyang asked.

“He’s our lifeline, besides, we still need him to take us to the suspicious place. Keeping him is useful, and if we meet other powerhouses from the Yin Yang family, then we’ll see how much this life is worth,” Feng Wuchen said. He then took the other piece of torn cloth.

“Feng Wuchen! I will never forgive you!” Yin Yang Shifeng screamed gruesomely, both furious and suffocated, nearly exploding with anger.