"Boom!"
Yan Jun charged forward in fury, accompanied by a deafening roar, his presence overwhelming and suffocating.
"Watch out, Long Er!" Dragon Mother worried endlessly, her palms sweating.
"Has this kid broken through to Divine Venerate?" Feng Zhengxiong frowned and speculated.
Indeed.
Feng Wuchen slowly activated his bloodline power, the terrifying aura of a Two-star Divine Venerate spreading out, dazzling golden light flashing, a storm-like wave surging.
"Two-star Divine Venerate!" Long Tian Chou exclaid in shock.
"He truly broke through to Divine Venerate, and it’s even a Two-star!" Feng Zhengxiong’s eyes enlarged to the extre.
"Master actually surpassed the Divine Venerate competition!" Gu Yuan and Yu Yan were startled, the terrifying cultivation speed left them speechless.
"With Two-star Divine Venerate cultivation, bloodline power combined with ancient strength and the enhancent of the Divine Artifact and Sacred Sword, the Alliance Hierarch’s combat power is at best Five-star to Six-star. How can he resist Yan Jun?" Ling Muyun worried.
Mu Xuanshan and Tong Tian and others secretly shocked as well, Feng Wuchen’s growth speed is too frightening.
"So you’ve already stepped into Two-star Divine Venerate, no wonder you’re so confident. But alas, no matter how strong you are, you still aren’t my match!" Yan Jun sneered, as if stating a fact.
Ti power activated, Feng Wuchen waved his hand, the invisible force of ti spread forth with destructive might.
"Is this also ancient power?" Yan Jun slightly frowned.
When the ti force reached Yan Jun, his entire body paused fiercely, and then instantly resud after a montary stop.
Although it was only a second, Yan Jun vividly felt it.
"Whoosh!"
In that single second, Feng Wuchen had already flashed towards him, delivering a punch.
"What?" Yan Jun was shocked.
"Boom!"
His chest was slamd hard by Feng Wuchen, exploding like a bomb, his figure shot out like a cannonball, crashing into several mountains.
"Young Master!"
"How is this possible? Two-star Divine Venerates can’t possess such power!"
"No, this is Five-star Divine Venerate combat strength! Feng Wuchen activated ancient power and the Divine Artifact!"
Several Holy Soul Temple powerhouses exclaid.
"What happened just now?" Yan Jun was horrified, although Feng Wuchen’s power couldn’t harm him, being hit unaware was indeed shocking.
"Unscathed? Truly powerful." Feng Wuchen thought, not expecting this punch to harm Yan Jun.
"Whoosh!"
Yan Jun stepped into the void, flashing instantly, his cold gaze serpent-like targeting Feng Wuchen.
"You really do have so ans, I indeed underestimated you! But pity your strength is too weak, that punch felt like a mosquito bite." Yan Jun said coldly, his murderous aura palpable and stifling.
"Whoosh!"
In an instant, Feng Wuchen, holding the Dragon God Sword, stabbed at Yan Jun’s brow subtly, almost imperceptibly.
"Holy Artifact!" Yan Jun’s pupils shrank, shaken once more, clenching his fist unwillingly.
Recalling earlier claims of Feng Wuchen’s jealousy for his ancient Divine Artifact seed a slap to his own face.
What absurd ancient Divine Artifact, barely worthy in Feng Wuchen’s eyes.
"Get lost!"
Yan Jun’s expression shifted, roaring in fury, unleashing an unparalleled, overbearing Qi Force, forcibly blasting Feng Wuchen away.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Injecting terrifying power into the Shocking Swangod Sword, Yan Jun stepped into the void, his form flickered like blue lightning, rapidly approaching Feng Wuchen, swinging a fierce sword slash towards him, unstoppable.
"Suppressed by the Sacred Sword?" Yan Jun frowned during the strike, feeling the power of the Divine Sword evidently weakened, clearly affected.
With rapid attacks, Feng Wuchen couldn’t evade, forced to et the strike with his sword.
"Ding!"
"Buzz buzz!"
When the Sacred Sword clashed with the Divine Sword, a crisp tallic sound rang, terrifying collision energy rippling out, collapsing the surrounding void at a visible speed.
Facing Yan Jun’s savage power, Feng Wuchen struggled to withstand, sent flying, with violent turmoil in his Qi and blood, feeling a sting in his sword-holding hand.
If not for being a physical strength expert, this collision would likely injure Feng Wuchen.
After all, Yan Jun’s explosive force had reached the Seven-star Divine Venerate realm.
"Hmph! Is this all you have? That’s only seventy percent of my power." Yan Jun scoffed, once again employing movent techniques to pursue, transforming into blue lightning.
"Ancient Divine Art! Seven-Star Mysterious Shadow Sword!"
Yan Jun shouted, instantly conjuring seven terrifying energy swords, encircling Feng Wuchen, with the capability of forceful control, leaving him immobile.
"This sword technique can confine !" Feng Wuchen was shocked.
Feng Wuchen absolutely believed that if struck by these seven terrifying energy swords, he would suffer serious injuries.
"Amber Glaze Divine Armor!" Feng Wuchen quickly summoned his Divine Armor.
"Hmph! Feng Wuchen, no one has escaped my Seven-Star Mysterious Shadow Sword, you’re no exception!" Yan Jun declared coldly, the killing intent in his eyes fearso.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!"
The seven energy swords transford into blue lightning, ruthlessly swept over Feng Wuchen, even with two Divine Armors protecting him, he couldn’t withstand the domineering energy swords.
"Long Er!" Dragon Mother felt pain seeing the scene unfold.
"Alliance Hierarch!" The Dragon God Palace mbers were anxious.
"The disparity is too great! Even with the Divine Armor, the Alliance Hierarch can’t withstand Yan Jun’s power!" Ling Xuan was worried and frantic.
"Haha, Feng Wuchen, don’t forget our wager." Watching Feng Wuchen powerless to resist, Yan Jun grew more triumphant.
Conjuring a sword form with his left hand, under Yan Jun’s control, the frenzied attacking seven energy swords transford into a sword circle, exploding around Feng Wuchen.
"Boom boom boom!"
"Puff puff puff!"
The seven energy swords detonated, the terrifying force causing Feng Wuchen to continuously vomit blood, the injury rapidly worsening, even with Yan Sheng Decree aiding, recovery was slow.
"Chen Er!" Xiao Qingqing’s teary eyes already brimd forth.
"Master!"
"Alliance Hierarch!"
The Dragon God Palace mbers were extrely alard; if Feng Wuchen lost this battle, not only would the ancient power and Divine Fire be seized, but he’d also lose his life.
"Haha! Feng Wuchen, you lost!" Yan Jun laughed exuberantly.
"Too weak! Completely helpless! The Young Master could slay him with one sword!"
"Young Master is strongest! What nonsense Feng Wuchen, utterly unworthy to fight with the Young Master!"
"Haha! Truly believed so achievents in the Alchemist realm ant greatness? Little did he know strength is supre!"
Holy Soul Temple powerhouses mocked without restraint.
"Is that so?" Feng Wuchen’s icy voice emanated from the explosion’s center.
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