Dragon God Supreme Chapter 1778 - 1777: Wuqing’s Ruthless Retort

"You brat, if you can’t bring Duanmu Xuan back to life, I’ll definitely kill you! This is the consequence of insulting us! Wu Hao and the others won’t be able to protect you!"

Situ Hao snarled with a fierce face, yelling angrily at Feng Wuchen, exuding a murderous aura.

Although they fear the chamber of comrce, Feng Wuchen is not one of them. If Feng Wuchen fails to resurrect Duanmu Xuan after such an insult, they will definitely kill him.

Situ Hao and his two companions removed their Storage Rings and placed them on the table.

"You three fools are really asking for a scolding, aren’t you? With half your bodies in the coffin and only at the Divine Monarch level as alchemists, where on earth did you find the courage to shout and scream? Don’t you feel ashad?" Feng Wuchen ruthlessly mocked.

"You..." Situ Hao and his companions were flushed with anger, about to explode.

"What? You think being a Divine Monarch level alchemist is impressive? In my eyes, you’re nothing but waste! Garbage! I could randomly find so trash to surpass you with just a few pointers! Understand?" Feng Wuchen sneered contemptuously, showing no fear of angering Situ Hao and his companions.

"Outrageous! I’ll kill you!" The three Divine Monarch level alchemists were completely enraged, unable to endure any longer.

"Stop!" Duanmu Zhuiming yelled coldly, unleashing the powerful montum of a Seven-Star God Emperor, forcibly intimidating the three alchemists.

"If you can save my grandson, then hurry up," Duanmu Zhuiming said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Feng Wuchen coldly laughed, "You better prepare a hundred billion Supre Divine Spirit Stones, and stop using this overbearing attitude when speaking to . Be careful not to shoot yourself in the foot."

Duanmu Zhuiming’s old face darkened, like an enraged lion.

Arrogant! Incredibly arrogant!

Feng Wuchen dared to speak to the forr Hall Master of the Divine Palace with such disrespect.

The people in the hall were all terrified, fearing that Duanmu Zhuiming might erupt on the spot.

"I’ll keep the Storage Rings!" Feng Wuchen coldly chuckled, unhesitatingly taking the three Storage Rings and the Divine Ring back.

"Brat! You haven’t even saved anyone yet! How dare you take our Storage Rings!" one Divine Monarch level alchemist suddenly shouted angrily.

"Do you have a death wish?" Situ Hao growled through gritted teeth, his killing intent becoming even more terrifying.

"You’ve already lost!" Feng Wuchen sneered disdainfully, walking directly towards the already deceased Duanmu Xuan.

Upon seeing this, the entire hall was shocked. Just how confident was Feng Wuchen?

"Is Young Master Chen really this confident?" Gao Moyang was dumbfounded.

Duanmu Zhuiming and the high-ranking officials gathered around, all wanting to see firsthand how Feng Wuchen intended to bring Duanmu Xuan back to life.

"Open your dog eyes and watch how this fool saves a life," Feng Wuchen sneered, glancing at Situ Hao before unleashing his dominant and powerful Soul Power.

At the mont Soul Power erupted, Situ Hao, his two companions, Duanmu Zhuiming, and Gao Moyang all changed their expressions drastically.

"Divine Monarch level alchemist!" Duanmu Zhuiming and the others couldn’t help but exclaim in shock, eyes wide open, staring at Feng Wuchen.

They all felt the dominant and powerful Soul Power radiating from Feng Wuchen.

"This brat is actually a Divine Monarch level alchemist! And his Soul Power is so imposing!" Situ Hao’s heart was shaken to its core, his old eyes filled with fear.

"It’s unbelievable! Young Master Chen actually broke through to the Divine Monarch level as an alchemist! He truly is a genius among geniuses! No wonder the Divine Tower has enshrined him as an Honored Elder Delegate!" Gao Moyang was internally moved to an unimaginable degree.

"What? A Divine Monarch level alchemist?" The people in the hall were also taken aback.

Ignoring the shock of the others, Feng Wuchen directly injected his dominating and powerful Soul Power into Duanmu Xuan’s body, then forcibly extracted Duanmu Xuan’s Soul Body.

A faint, illusory figure appeared in the air of the hall, weakened and dormant due to exhaustion.

It was clearly Duanmu Xuan’s Soul Body.

"Xuan’er! That’s Xuan’er!" The beautiful woman rejoiced.

"How is this possible... to forcibly extract Xuan’er’s Soul Body!" Duanmu Xiong’s eyes widened in extre shock.

"That’s impossible! The person is dead; how can the Soul Body still be extracted? And it’s not even dispersed!" Situ Hao’s eyes were about to pop out.

"Am I seeing this right? This Soul Body was extracted like this, and the person is dead; where did the Soul Body co from?" a Divine Monarch level alchemist said in horror.

"How did Young Master Chen do it?" Gao Moyang looked bewildered, dumbfounded.

Even Duanmu Zhuiming, a Divine Emperor level alchemist, was stunned speechless at this mont.

"Who told you the dead have no Soul Body? But then again, with useless people like you, how could you know about such things? You’re just frogs at the bottom of a well," Feng Wuchen disdainfully remarked.

"..." Situ Hao and his two companions were red-faced again, feeling excruciating sha, yet dared not refute.

Feng Wuchen had humiliated them thoroughly, and Situ Hao and those high-ranking officials who had insulted Feng Wuchen from the Divine Palace now felt like they had been slapped dozens of tis across their faces.

"If it weren’t for you ignorant fools busy insulting , Duanmu Xuan wouldn’t have wasted his body. Of course, there’s a price for insulting , so you learn who is truly ignorant and foolish!" Feng Wuchen sneered.

"..." No one dared speak, and silence filled the hall.

"Didn’t you say forcibly extracting a Soul Body would cause it to dissipate? Why didn’t mine dissipate?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly.

"..." No one could answer, and Situ Hao’s trio felt utterly disgraced.

"Because you’re ignorant trash, with no skill yet arrogantly thinking you’re invincible!" Feng Wuchen harshly scolded.

"..." Situ Hao’s trio was berated harshly by Feng Wuchen.

"What? No one speaking anymore? Where’s all that bravado? Weren’t you impressive? Why not say sothing?" Feng Wuchen continued to press Situ Hao’s trio.

"..." Situ Hao’s trio wished they could crawl into a hole and disappear.

"A Divine Emperor level alchemist can’t even restore Duanmu Xuan’s Soul Body, right? That’s because you’re ignorant and incompetent. Open your eyes and see clearly; don’t think you’re so great, there’s much you don’t know!" Feng Wuchen taunted Duanmu Zhuiming again.

Duanmu Zhuiming’s old face was filled with sha, unable to lift his head.

Though a Divine Emperor level alchemist, he couldn’t forcibly extract a Soul Body without it dissipating.

He couldn’t retort a word under Feng Wuchen’s taunting, for what Feng Wuchen was saving was his own grandson.

With one hand, Feng Wuchen ford a profound seal, his dominating and powerful Soul Power surging into Duanmu Xuan’s Soul Body.

The previously weakened Soul Body, under the astonished gazes of everyone, began to strengthen at an observable speed, as if taking a miraculous elixir.

"This... how is this possible..." Everyone was bewildered again, shocked and horrified.