Dragon God Supreme

”Who dares to bully my nephew!”

An angry shout full of supreme authority echoed above Tianxuan City, and an overwhelming oppressive force covered the city, having an unmatched intimidating power.

”Uncle!” Upon hearing the enraged shout, Jiang Shuihan was overjoyed and viciously said, ”Feng Wuchen, today I will make sure you have no place to be buried! You will regret trampling on my dignity!”

”The Supreme Holy Temple has arrived!” Jiang Yihu immediately felt elated.

Even if that mysterious powerhouse appeared again, Jiang Yihu feared nothing at all.

With the Supreme Holy Temple people here, Jiang Yihu hoped that mysterious powerhouse would show up.

”A powerful figure from the Supreme Holy Temple!”

”The great power backing the Jiang family! The Hall Master of the Supreme Holy Temple is the young master Jiang’s grandfather!”

”That kid probably doesn’t know how terrifying the Supreme Holy Temple is, right? It’s probably too late for regrets now.”

The many cultivators in Tianxuan City were extremely terrified, their faces turning pale one after another.

”Here they come!”

At the same time, inside the Alchemist Holy Tower, Feng Wuchen and Soul Extinction could feel this surging might.

”Eight-star Saint Monarch, this person’s strength far exceeds that of Jiang Yihu,” Donghuang Wuji said with deep furrowed brows.

Soul Extinction nodded, saying solemnly, ”And this person is not even the Hall Master of the Supreme Holy Temple. It is said that the Hall Master of the Supreme Holy Temple is a formidable Saint Emperor, who is also a Saint Monarch Realm alchemist.”

”Senior Donghuang, Senior Soul Extinction, the Supreme Holy Temple isn’t as powerful as you say. It might only be able to involve great powers because it is a Saint Monarch Realm alchemist. Let’s go out and take a look.” Feng Wuchen said with a faint smile, without the slightest worry or fear.

Feng Wuchen had seen plenty of great powers, those like the Seven Clans and Saint Emperor Clan, each far stronger than the Supreme Holy Temple by a hundredfold!

A small force with merely a Saint Emperor in charge, Feng Wuchen had never feared.

”Whoosh!”

A figure flashed in the sky above Tianxuan City, revealing a middle-aged man.

This person was Dongfang Zhan, a powerhouse from the Supreme Holy Temple, and Jiang Shuihan’s uncle!

From Dongfang Zhan’s terrifying might, it was clear his cultivation had reached the Saint Monarch stage, being an Eight-star Saint Monarch with extremely dreadful strength.

”Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

Just as Dongfang Zhan appeared, five other figures also flashed in, with waves of fierce aura sweeping out, capturing the soul.

These were all Saint Monarch elites, and they were all at six or seven-star levels.

Jiang Yihu’s cultivation was just a Four-star Saint Monarch, showing the deep foundation of the Supreme Holy Temple.

It was said that the Hall Master of the Supreme Holy Temple had already reached the Saint Emperor level, entering the rank of top powerhouses in the Holy Realm.

Most fearsome was that the Hall Master of the Supreme Holy Temple was also a powerful alchemist.

Precisely because of this, the Supreme Holy Temple held a certain status in the Northern Profound Realm and even the entire North Domain.

Dongfang Zhan and the five Saint Monarchs descended.

”Uncle, you finally made it.” Jiang Shuihan said excitedly.

”Shuihan, are you okay?” Dongfang Zhan asked with concern.

”I’m fine.” Jiang Shuihan shook his head and quickly asked, ”What about Grandpa?”

”Don’t worry, your grandpa will be here shortly. No matter who it is,” seeing Jiang Shuihan was okay, Dongfang Zhan felt relieved.

”The Southern Profound Realm Underworld King?” Dongfang Zhan noticed the Underworld King.

But at that moment, the Underworld King’s face was full of terror, motionless.

”Hmph!” Dongfang Zhan thought the Underworld King was afraid of him and snorted dismissively, ignoring him.

Jiang Yihu and Dongfang Zhan nodded, then recounted the events in detail.

”Hmph! What an outrageous provocation! How dare they force my nephew to kneel and beg for mercy, and even send someone to threaten us! It’s an insult to the Supreme Holy Temple! Feng Wuchen, well done!” Dongfang Zhan said coldly, his gaze sweeping coldly towards the Alchemist Holy Tower.

”Uncle, that kid Feng Wuchen is nothing but a Five-star Holy Spirit. I will kill him myself!” Jiang Shuihan said viciously, his eyes narrowing with malice.

Upon Dongfang Zhan’s presence, Jiang Shuihan had no fear of that mysterious powerhouse anymore.

”Feng Wuchen! Get out here and face your death!” Dongfang Zhan shouted toward the Alchemist Holy Tower, radiating a terrifying and intimidating killing aura.

”Jiang Shuihan, it seems you’ve made your choice.” Feng Wuchen’s cold voice came, as he slowly walked out of the Alchemist Holy Tower.

”You are Feng Wuchen?” Dongfang Zhan coldly sized up Feng Wuchen, his eyes full of disdain.

Feng Wuchen directly ignored him as if Dongfang Zhan didn’t exist.

”Is this kid too arrogant? How dare he ignore a powerful figure from the Supreme Holy Temple! That’s an Eight-star Saint Monarch.”

The many watching cultivators were once again shocked.

Where did Feng Wuchen get the courage to challenge the Supreme Holy Temple?

Dongfang Zhan’s chilling killing aura instantly doubled, not expecting Feng Wuchen to be so arrogant.

”Feng Wuchen, you sent people to attack the Jiang family, to force my father; or did you really think you could make me kneel and beg for mercy? I don’t care who’s behind you; today you won’t leave Tianxuan City alive!” Jiang Shuihan shouted angrily, staring intently at Feng Wuchen.

Feng Wuchen shook his head, sneering coldly, ”Jiang Shuihan, if I were you, I’d think carefully before making a decision and investigate the opponent, rather than act as foolishly and ignorantly as you do, thinking that with the backing of the Supreme Holy Temple, you’re invincible.”

”To kill you is enough!” Jiang Shuihan said coldly. His grandfather would arrive soon, Jiang Shuihan feared no one.

”Jiang Yihu, as the Family Head of the Jiang family, you are also so ignorant. You’ve missed your chance.” Feng Wuchen shook his head, sneering coldly.

Jiang Yihu furrowed his brows deeply, saying nothing, having never seen anyone remain so calm and confident facing the Supreme Holy Temple.

He must either be an idiot, or the power behind him is scarier than the Supreme Holy Temple.

”Shuihan, kill him!” Dongfang Zhan said coldly.

”Feng Wuchen! I will repay the humiliation earlier tenfold! Prepare to die!” Jiang Shuihan made no hesitation, unleashing the power of a Six-Star Saint King, charging at Feng Wuchen.

”Feng Wuchen, watch out!” Qianhun shouted.

Just as Feng Wuchen intended to use teleportation to evade, a chilling shout filled with infinite killing intent rang out: ”Jiang Shuihan! How dare you!”

”Puff!”

A horrifying oppressive force descended, instantly causing Jiang Shuihan to spit blood and crash heavily to the ground from his charging posture.

Only with oppressive force was Jiang Shuihan heavily injured, unable to rise.

”A Saint Emperor!” Dongfang Zhan’s expression changed drastically.

”Shuihan!” Jiang Yihu panicked, immediately rushing over.

”My lord!” The Underworld King trembled all over, his pale face full of despair, directly kneeling powerlessly.

”Whoosh!”

A figure suddenly appeared as if by magic.

”Yi Qingyun of the Southern Profound Realm’s Heavenly Fight Holy Temple!” Dongfang Zhan’s expression turned extremely grim, shouting angrily, ”Yi Qingyun! How dare you meddle in the affairs of the Supreme Holy Temple, are you tired of living?”

The newcomer was a middle-aged man wearing gray brocade, exuding an imposing aura, commanding respect without anger.

”Him, none of you can touch!” Yi Qingyun declared forcefully, ignoring Dongfang Zhan’s threats, his aura overwhelming.