Chapter 1184: Chapter 1184: The Conference Begins
“Wind Shadow’s aura!”
Chasing Moon’s heart trembled violently, his eyes widened to the extre.
It was Feng Wuchen who had arrived!
Feng Wuchen shot forward like a collision of teors, carrying fierce montum, and delivered a punch that shattered the colossal beast into countless fragnts.
Such a domineering punch, it filled one with terror.
“Whizz!”
“Boom!”
Feng Wuchen flashed again, in the blink of an eye appearing above another giant beast. With a vicious punch to the beast’s head, a deafening explosion echoed, and the massive creature instantly burst apart, disintegrating into powder.
Two fearso beasts, reduced to powder in re monts.
“Th-this… how is this possible…” Huang Qing was thoroughly stunned, his face filled with terror.
Huang Qing could hardly believe it—these imnsely powerful beasts were being taken down with just one punch each!
“Chasing Moon, I didn’t expect you to take on this mission.” Feng Wuchen said with a faint laugh, glancing at the injured Chasing Moon.
Upon seeing Feng Wuchen appear, Chasing Moon was completely at ease.
“I never imagined you’d co to assist .” Chasing Moon replied.
“Here’s a Healing Pill, treat your injuries first. Leave the rest to .” Feng Wuchen said with a calm smile, flicking his wrist to toss a Yin Yang Return to Origin Pill to Chasing Moon.
“Who are you?” Huang Qing asked darkly, his face grim, his fierce gaze fixed on Feng Wuchen.
The pressure from Feng Wuchen was overwhelming, creating a deep sense of helplessness in Huang Qing’s heart.
“Feng Wuchen.” Feng Wuchen answered with a slight sneer.
“What? Feng Wuchen? You… you’re Wind Shadow?” Upon hearing this, Huang Qing’s expression drastically changed, his whole body shuddered, and he was thrown into utter panic.
“So, you’ve heard of too.” Feng Wuchen said coldly, his lips curling into a smirk. In the next breath, his figure explosively shot forward, his aura surging.
“Whizz!”
Feng Wuchen’s speed was incredible, a streak of black flashed by in an instant, followed by the sharp, ear-piercing sound of a sonic boom.
“Hmph! Let’s see if you’re really as powerful as the rumors say!” Huang Qing gritted his teeth and roared angrily, channeling all his power as he surged forward, refusing to back down.
“Boom!”
“Crack!”
“Pfft!”
In the blink of an eye, their fists collided fiercely, resulting in a massive explosion. Huang Qing’s face twisted in pain, imdiately followed by the sound of bones shattering, and a mouthful of blood spewing forth as he was blasted backward.
“Ah!” Huang Qing scread in agony the mont his bones shattered.
“What kind of power is this?” Huang Qing’s heart was overwheld with terror.
Just one exchange, and Huang Qing’s entire arm had been shattered—the difference in strength was clear. He was no match for Feng Wuchen.
“Whizz!”
Before Huang Qing could steady himself, Feng Wuchen had already shot forward again, his speed far surpassing Huang Qing’s reaction ti.
“What?” Huang Qing’s face changed dramatically, his body awash with the stench of death.
“Boom!”
“Pfft!”
Faster than the blink of an eye, Feng Wuchen’s fist slamd into Huang Qing’s chest, erupting with a fierce explosion, forcing Huang Qing to spray blood. Feng Wuchen’s domineering power pierced straight through Huang Qing’s chest.
“Th-this… how is this possible…” Huang Qing was filled with terror, unable to comprehend why Feng Wuchen’s power was so overwhelming, despite both being at the early stage of Heavenly Monarch.
Moreover, Huang Qing possessed powerful defenses, yet he couldn’t withstand even a single punch from Feng Wuchen.
“Settled with one punch?” Chasing Moon stared at Feng Wuchen, his face filled with astonishnt.
“Hmph!” Feng Wuchen sneered disdainfully and slowly withdrew his fist.
Huang Qing died on the spot, his body falling lifelessly to the ground.
“Your defense is indeed quite strong, but unfortunately still insufficient.” Feng Wuchen sneered, shaking off the blood from his arm.
“Wind Shadow, how did you know I was here?” After recovering from his shock, Chasing Moon flew over and asked.
Hearing this, Feng Wuchen gave a faint smile and replied, “Actually, I didn’t know. I was just passing by and sensed your aura, so I decided to co and take a look. Luckily I arrived in ti, or you would’ve been in trouble.”
“Thank you, you’ve saved once again.” Chasing Moon said gratefully.
“Chasing Moon, your cultivation is still unsteady, yet you took on such a mission—that’s reckless. If you had stabilized your realm, with your strength, killing Huang Qing would be effortless.” Feng Wuchen said.
“I only wanted to solidify my cultivation through real combat, but I didn’t expect Huang Qing’s strength to be so formidable.” Chasing Moon shook his head slightly.
“I have matters to attend to; you should leave quickly before anyone from Qiankun Palace arrives.” Feng Wuchen said. Without waiting for further questions, Wuchen took off into the distance.
Feng Wuchen was pressed for ti and couldn’t afford any delays.
Outside the guild gates, everyone had already entered except for Qiao Sanfeng and the guards at the entrance.
“What’s wrong with ntor? He’s still not here, and the event is about to start. Could he have forgotten?” Qiao Sanfeng paced anxiously outside the gates.
“Elder Qiao, you’ve been waiting here for half an hour. Who are you waiting for?” A guard asked curiously.
“Soone very important.” Qiao Sanfeng replied.
“Is it soone participating in the Artifact Refining Competition?” Another guard inquired.
“Indeed. Otherwise, why would I be so impatient?” Qiao Sanfeng replied with a wry smile.
“The competition is about to start. Elder Qiao, take your ti waiting; we’re heading in first.” One guard said.
The Artifact Refiners Guild Plaza was packed with people. Besides the artifact refiners, most attendees were influential figures.
On the guild plaza, the president suddenly appeared, and the crowd quickly fell silent.
The president wore a white robe, his hair and beard entirely white, his wrinkled face exuding an aura of immortality and wisdom.
“First, thank you all for honoring us with your presence. For this year’s Artifact Refining Competition, we have a total of 213 participants.” The president said with a soft smile.
“President, one participant hasn’t arrived yet.” The chief elder transmitted to him telepathically.
“One hasn’t arrived?” The president paused in thought.
“Feng Wuchen hasn’t arrived—Elder Qiao’s ntor.” The chief elder transmitted.
“Feng Wuchen hasn’t arrived?” The president furrowed his brows, seemingly displeased.
“Elder Qiao is still waiting outside.” The chief elder transmitted.
After a brief pause, the president continued with a smile, “As you all know, the rules for the Artifact Refining Competition remain unchanged. However, there’s one difference this year: the rewards for the top ten contestants will no longer be Immortal Artifacts or Immortal Techniques. Those who rank in the top ten will gain the opportunity to enter the Heavenly Tomb, marking the first ti in the competition’s history.”
“Refiners who fail to enter the top ten will be evaluated by the guild based on their artifact refining talents and recruited accordingly. Without further ado, the Artifact Refining Competition officially begins.” The president announced.
As the competition began, Qiao Sanfeng stood at the guild’s gate, his face full of disappointnt.
Qiao Sanfeng had hoped to showcase Feng Wuchen’s profound refining skills and astonish everyone at the competition, but Wuchen hadn’t shown up.
“Sigh, perhaps ntor truly isn’t interested…” Qiao Sanfeng sighed in disappointnt before turning and walking into the guild.
“Third Elder.” Just as Qiao Sanfeng turned away, he suddenly heard Feng Wuchen’s voice behind him.
“ntor!” Upon hearing Feng Wuchen’s voice, Qiao Sanfeng froze, then whirled around in ecstatic surprise to see him.
Feng Wuchen was walking toward him step by step.
“ntor! You’ve finally arrived! Just in ti! The competition has just started!” Qiao Sanfeng exclaid joyfully as he rushed forward, almost overco with the urge to embrace Feng Wuchen.
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