Dragon God Supreme

Dantong’s appearance had no aura fluctuation, no energy fluctuation, just like an ordinary person.

Those who didn’t know Dantong’s identity would really think he was an ordinary person.

But the people of the Seven Divine Realms know exactly who Dantong is; he is the nightmare of everyone in the Seven Divine Realms.

Even without any imposing manner, Dantong standing there gave the strong men of the Demon Clan an unprecedented terrifying pressure, more frightening than the Five Fingers Mountain of Buddha.

The strong men of the Demon Clan looked at Dantong with fear in their eyes at this moment.

Even though they had just been resurrected and hadn’t seen Dantong’s power, Dantong could kill the strong men of the Holy Realm, which meant his power far exceeded theirs.

Dantong glanced at the more than a dozen Main God and Great Main God experts of the Demon Clan, scaring them into a terrified retreat, with a feeling that their souls were flying out of their bodies.

Dantong crooked his finger at a Seven Stars Great Main God, saying, ”Come over here.”

”Gulp...”

The Seven Stars Great Main God swallowed a mouthful of saliva in fear, trembling all over, but dared not disobey.

”Lord... Lord Dantong...” The Seven Stars Great Main God was both terrified and respectful.

”Don’t you know this is the Dragon God Palace? Did you get permission from the Dragon God Palace to come in?” Dantong asked seriously after patting the shoulder of the Seven Stars Great Main God, looking as if he had committed a great offense.

The Seven Stars Great Main God shook his head in fear, not daring to speak, almost crying from fear.

”It’s very rude to barge in without consent, understand?” Dantong said earnestly.

Everyone watched, not daring to interrupt or speak.

”Un...understood.” The man nodded in terror.

”Do you realize your mistake?” Dantong asked.

”I realize my mistake.” The man nodded in terror.

”Hmm, good, it’s good to know your mistakes and fix them. Right, are you hot?” Dantong asked again.

The Seven Stars Great Main God shook his head in terror, not knowing how to answer.

Am I hot? I’m drenched in cold sweat because of you!

”Why are you all soaked if you’re not hot? Also, why are you shaking?” Dantong looked puzzled.

How should he answer?

The Seven Stars Great Main God wished he could just die.

”Speak.” Seeing the man not responding, Dantong scolded.

”Lord... Lord Dantong, I realize my mistake, please... please spare me.” The Seven Stars Great Main God finally couldn’t take it, pleading with tears, kneeling directly.

”Hey, what’s this? Kneeling all of a sudden, you scared me. Alright, get up, get up, I’ll spare you.” Dantong looked soft-hearted, seemingly planning to spare the man.

”Thank you, Lord Dantong! Thank you, Lord Dantong!” The man was overjoyed, kowtowing repeatedly.

”Alright, go reunite with your family, don’t make the same mistake in the next life.” Dantong said lightly, patting the man’s shoulder gently.

Before the Seven Stars Great Main God could understand Dantong’s words, he vanished into thin air.

The space fell silent, everyone seemed petrified, with terror intensifying in their eyes.

Because they could no longer sense the presence of the Seven Stars Great Main God!

Dantong just lightly patted him, and he was gone.

The Seven Stars Great Main God didn’t even know how he died.

The more than a dozen strong men of the Demon Clan who had trapped the Dragon God Palace regretted it deeply, neither staying nor leaving was an option.

Zhulin and others were sweating profusely, even though they were Transcendent Saints, they couldn’t make someone vanish into thin air like Dantong.

At this moment, their fear of Dantong grew stronger.

”What about you? Do you realize your mistake?” Dantong asked the more than a dozen strong men of the Demon Clan.

”Spare us, Lord Dantong! We all realize our mistake! We realize our mistake!” More than a dozen strong men of the Demon Clan fearfully kneeled and kowtowed, begging for mercy.

”What’s wrong with you guys? A bunch of big men, either Main Gods or Great Main Gods, can’t you stop kneeling so easily?” Dantong scolded angrily.

”Yes, yes, yes!” The more than a dozen strong men of the Demon Clan immediately stood up.

”Who told you to stand up?” Dantong said again, frightening the more than a dozen strong men into kneeling again.

”Kneel at the entrance of the Dragon God Palace!” Dantong ordered angrily.

The strong men dared not disobey unless they had a death wish.

They were truly afraid of Dantong.

This scene filled everyone in the Dragon God Palace with immense satisfaction, making them want to shout to the sky.

”Did you just say you want to test my strength?” Dantong then looked at Zhulin, asking expressionlessly.

Zhulin was so scared that he couldn’t speak, not daring to answer.

”I’m asking you, didn’t you hear? Or are you deaf?” Dantong asked angrily, staring at Zhulin.

Zhulin turned pale, cold sweat pouring down his back, never having felt such suffocation.

Though there was no aura or pressure, it brought him great stress.

Too terrifying!

The other three Transcendent Saints were the same, not daring to speak.

In the next moment, Dantong abruptly appeared in front of Zhulin, with no sign at all, taking everyone by surprise.

This speed was terrifyingly fast.

”Hey! I’m talking to you! Say something!” Dantong shouted in Zhulin’s ear.

Dantong’s shout seemed to wake Zhulin up, who stumbled back a few steps in fear, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

”Qingyang, was he the one talking just now?” Dantong asked, looking at Liu Qingyang.

Liu Qingyang nodded like a pecking chick, not knowing what Dantong intended, not daring to imagine.

Even though they knew of Dantong’s existence and his reverence for Feng Wuchen, they still feared Dantong.

”Clap, clap!”

Dantong gently patted Zhulin’s face twice, saying, ”You’re not mute, so why aren’t you speaking? I heard you talking just now. Come, answer my question, do you want to test my strength?”

”No... I don’t...” Zhulin replied with extreme reluctance.

As a predecessor of the Demon Clan, Zhulin had never been cornered and oppressed like this by anyone before.

But in front of Dantong, he had no temper at all.

”So you’re not deaf, nor mute, huh.” Dantong grinned.

”Slap!”

As soon as the words fell, Dantong slapped him hard, making a crisp sound, Zhulin’s face immediately swelling red, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

A slap drawing blood from a Transcendent Saint, it was terrifying.

”If you’re not deaf, why didn’t you answer me? If you’re not mute, why didn’t you speak? Answer me!” Dantong said coldly, slapping again before Zhulin could speak.

”Slap!”

”Puff!”

This slap had even more force, making a crisp sound, Zhulin spitting out a mouthful of blood.

”Answer me, why are you silent again?” Dantong said impatiently, delivering another slap.

”Slap!”

Zhulin spat blood again.

Zhulin was about to go mad!