Kneel and beg for mercy?

Die a swift death?

Are you sure Feng Wuchen’s brain hasn’t malfunctioned?

Doesn’t Feng Wuchen know who he’s talking to?

Lord Youming’s ghostly face sneered even more, dismissively saying, "Lord Feng, I am not an Alchemist. Even if you have certain tricks, they won’t affect me. Not even the ancient powerhouse Dantong frightens me. You can call him to try."

"Where does this old guy’s confidence come from? He definitely can’t be a match for Dantong," Feng Wuchen wondered.

Let alone one Youming ghost, even ten wouldn’t be a match for Dantong.

But this fearless, confident attitude of Lord Youming, what does it signify?

There’s only one answer: a stronger powerhouse is present!

"Could someone from the Holy Realm truly be here?" This thought flashed through Feng Wuchen’s mind, becoming more plausible the longer he pondered.

After all, aside from the Holy Realm, no one can stand against Dantong.

Only someone from the Holy Realm can instill such confidence in Lord Youming, prompting his immediate betrayal.

Thinking of this, Feng Wuchen grinned and said, "Interesting."

Even if he had guessed it, Feng Wuchen’s eyes remained calm as still water, undisturbed without a hint of fear.

"It is indeed interesting. Even I hadn’t expected that what you rely on is completely ineffective against me," Lord Youming continued sneering.

"Not necessarily," Feng Wuchen shook his head.

"Oh? Is that so? I am quite eager to see," Lord Youming said with a surprised tone, his face full of ridicule.

"Boom!"

As Feng Wuchen moved his thoughts, the Pure World Strange Soul Fire ignited in his palm, releasing a terrifying, oppressive aura.

"Pure World Strange Soul Fire!"

"Second on the Divine Flame List!"

"Rumor has it that Feng Wuchen possesses two kinds of Divine Fire!"

The emergence of the Pure World Strange Soul Fire shocked everyone at the Youming Demon Palace.

"Lord Feng, you don’t really think you can deal with me using Divine Fire, do you? Honestly, Divine Fire poses no threat to me," Lord Youming scoffed.

Upon seeing the Pure World Strange Soul Fire, Lord Youming realized just how foolish Feng Wuchen was.

Not to mention the second-ranked flame, even the first-ranked Divine Fire means nothing to Lord Youming.

"Feng Wuchen, oh Feng Wuchen. I never thought you were this foolish. Do you not understand the nature of your opponent?" Lord Youming shook his head, becoming more contemptuous.

"In my formation space, who do you think can rescue you? Before me, you’re merely an ant," Lord Youming dismissed.

A Transcendent Saint is an existence you can’t afford to provoke, Feng Wuchen.

"Lord Youming, do you know the Divine Skills of the Pure World Strange Soul Fire?" Feng Wuchen asked expressionlessly.

Lord Youming was momentarily stunned. The disciples of the Youming Demon Palace exchanged glances, ignorant of the Divine Skills of the Pure World Strange Soul Fire as they had never obtained it.

"No matter how strong the Divine Skills, they’re not skills before a Transcendent Saint," Lord Youming confidently declared.

"You’ve seen the Pure World Strange Soul Fire in action during that battle, haven’t you?" Feng Wuchen inquired.

Lord Youming frowned slightly, puzzled by what Feng Wuchen meant, but sensing it wasn’t simple.

"So what?" Lord Youming asked, baffled, looking at Feng Wuchen.

With a slight smile, Feng Wuchen exhaled gently onto the Pure World Strange Soul Fire, causing it to vanish.

But the next moment, Lord Youming’s expression changed drastically, suddenly realizing his arm was immobile, almost as if it didn’t exist.

Put plainly, that arm was controlled.

"W-what did you do to me?" Lord Youming asked in horror, his old face filled with shock and disbelief.

As a Transcendent Saint, he was unexpectedly controlled by a junior in an instant, enough to terrify Lord Youming.

For a powerhouse, an instant is as good as stretching your neck for the enemy to cut.

"What’s happening? Why is Lord Youming so terrified?"

"Impossible, I must be mistaken. How could Lord Youming fear a junior?"

"Indeed! I must have seen wrong!"

The Youming Demon Palace disciples discussed frantically, none willing to accept the truth.

Whereas the three Elders and the Main God powerhouses of the Youming Demon Palace exhibited serious expressions, acknowledging the reality.

What on earth is happening here?

An intense curiosity rose in their hearts; they couldn’t detect any clues, but Lord Youming’s terrified expression was undeniable.

With a slight cold grin, Feng Wuchen said, "Lord Youming, I told you before; that was your last chance. It’s a pity you didn’t cherish it. Do you genuinely believe having someone backing you means you’ve won against me, Feng Wuchen? Do you truly think I’m that foolish? Do you think you are clever?"

"I demand to know what you’ve done!" Lord Youming practically roared in anger, finding Feng Wuchen incredibly terrifying and completely unreadable.

A small Divine Venerate able to control him — a Transcendent Saint — how terrifying must that be?

"You are not qualified to know. From today onward, there is no necessity for the Youming Demon Palace to exist," Feng Wuchen said coldly, like a War God from the heavens, his words full of arrogance and dominance.

"Ignorant junior, you probably still don’t realize the danger you’re in!" the Elder roared furiously.

"You might as well know, the Holy Realm has already dispatched powerhouses. Killing you and Dantong is as easy as a snap!" the Second Elder shouted angrily.

"Is this your backup plan? I’ve already predicted it, but so what?" Feng Wuchen remained as steady as a mountain, without a trace of fear.

"Arrogant! Simply incurable!" the Elder shouted angrily, killing intent surging, acting without hesitation as he soared into the sky, gathering terrifying power in his palm, causing the formation space to vibrate violently with just the momentum.

Against such a terrifying strike, Feng Wuchen certainly couldn’t withstand it.

However, astonishingly, mere inches from Feng Wuchen’s head, the Elder abruptly halted.

He was unable to move, his face filled with horror.

At this moment, the Elder had figured out why Lord Youming was terrified.

His whole body was completely controlled!

This wasn’t the power of time. With Feng Wuchen’s One-star Divine Venerate realm, the power of time couldn’t confine a Great Main God powerhouse.

"How is this possible? What exactly is going on?" the Elder exclaimed in terror, unable to detect any energy aura.

At this moment, Lord Youming was bewildered, everyone in the Youming Demon Palace grew terrified.

Being able to control the Elder, what kind of Divine Skills is this?

Feng Wuchen’s methods this time truly shocked the Youming Demon Palace.

"Lord Youming, you’ve disappointed me greatly. When you attacked the Dragon God Palace, I should have eradicated you. But considering you surrendered at that moment, I intended to give you a chance. A pity, though, reflect upon that!" Feng Wuchen shook his head slightly.

As Feng Wuchen finished speaking, Lord Youming horrifyingly discovered his hands and feet were out of control, slowly losing consciousness and thoughts entirely.