Perhaps not many have seen the true form of Feng Wuchen, but his name is as legendary as thunder—a name no one among the major powers and top experts of the Seven Divine Realms fails to recognize.

"Are you Lord Feng?" Ning Hunsheng and Shuixian widened their eyes at Feng Wuchen.

"Indeed, I am." Feng Wuchen nodded.

"Haha!" Ning Chen immediately burst into laughter, tears welling up from his laughter.

"Lord Feng, is it? You’re the seventh ’Lord Feng’ I’ve met! Haha!" Ning Chen continued laughing, with mockery unmistakably clear.

"The seventh one?" Feng Wuchen was slightly taken aback, not expecting anyone would impersonate him.

Shuixian nodded awkwardly, "Yes, indeed the seventh one."

"Brother, the status of Lord Feng is transcendent, revered by the practitioners of the Seven Divine Realms. It’d be wise not to impersonate Lord Feng and invite trouble upon yourself," Ning Hunsheng smiled lightly, simply offering Feng Wuchen some advice.

"Very well." Feng Wuchen shrugged, looking indifferent. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Brother, if you must impersonate someone, it shouldn’t be Lord Feng. Do you know the consequences?" Ning Chen sneered, in his heart, Feng Wuchen was the hero he worshiped.

"Farewell." Ignoring Ning Chen’s presence, Feng Wuchen glanced at Ning Hunsheng and Shuixian, then flew away.

"Lord Feng? Pah!" Ning Chen expressed utter disdain.

Ning Hunsheng laughed, "He speaks like this perhaps for self-preservation; after all, this is Beast Soul Mountain, rife with danger, unlike others who come out to deceive. Alright, let’s find a place to heal."

"Hmph! Lucky for him, otherwise, if my Divine Element were not depleted, I’d certainly teach him a lesson! Impersonating Lord Feng, and yet he thinks he’s worthy?" Ning Chen sneered disdainfully.

What Ning Chen didn’t know was that this seventh ’Lord Feng’ was indeed the real one.

"Brother Ning, he went deeper into the mountain. We just escaped from there; will he encounter the Eight-Star God Venerate’s beast?" Watching Feng Wuchen’s retreat, Shuixian voiced her concern.

Ning Hunsheng frowned slightly, "This person conceals his strength very well, giving no clue of his true capabilities. His willingness to venture deeper suggests his strength might surpass ours; he likely won’t be in danger."

"Why should we care? What does it matter to us if he perishes? And is his strength really above ours?" Ning Chen dismissed the notion, having no regard for Feng Wuchen.

"Ning Chen, how many times must I tell you? Don’t underestimate anyone. Tone down your arrogance!" Ning Hunsheng reprimanded disapprovingly.

Ning Chen pouted and fell silent.

If Ning Chen knew that the person he disdains is truly his esteemed hero, one wonders what expression he would wear.

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Venturing deeper into Beast Soul Mountain, Feng Wuchen strove to suppress the aura of his ancient bloodline.

The deeper he went, the more formidable practitioners Feng Wuchen encountered, each beast possessing terrifying power.

The experts in the depths came in teams of two or three, given the terrifying strength of the beasts here.

Seeing Feng Wuchen enter alone, many experts cast surprised glances his way.

"Who is this kid? Daring to venture alone? Courting death?"

"Tsk tsk, such bravery is not common. I wonder, though, if he’ll regret it when facing a mighty beast."

"To dare venture into the depths, this kid must at least be at the Divine Venerable Realm; he surely carries many treasures."

"This kid looks familiar, as if I’ve seen him somewhere before."

Feng Wuchen’s appearance drew shaking heads and even greed-filled gazes from some experts.

Ignoring these unfriendly glances, Feng Wuchen swept towards an even deeper region.

"This kid’s quite arrogant, daring to ignore us," observed a displeased Three-Star God Venerable, resolved to give Feng Wuchen a lesson.

"Zhou Yan, don’t cause trouble!" a burly man chided, but it was too late to stop him.

"Whoosh!"

With a swift movement, Zhou Yan intercepted Feng Wuchen.

"What do you want?" Feng Wuchen asked blandly, showing no emotion in his gaze.

"Where is the young brother headed? Off to meet his death deeper within?" Zhou Yan inquired mockingly.

"And what does that have to do with you?" Feng Wuchen replied, amusedly watching Zhou Yan.

"Oh, feeling quite full of yourself, huh," Zhou Yan smirked coldly, "Since it’s none of my business, go on then, hand over your Storage Ring, and I’ll let you pass and meet your doom."

Zhou Yan’s words were clear; he held no regard for Feng Wuchen.

"Hey kid, you’re quite bold, eh? Venturing alone into the Beast Soul Mountain depths where beasts don’t leave bones," mocked another man.

"Brother, Junior Zhou Yan isn’t someone to mess with. I suggest obediently handing over the Storage Ring and retreating back the way you came," another man laughed maliciously.

"Have you not heard of the Sun and Moon Temple? One of the significant forces under Emperor Tianhun. Zhou Yan is a talented disciple there, crossing him won’t end well," added another man.

Given that Zhou Yan’s party was composed of Sun and Moon Temple disciples, many teams willingly ventured into Beast Soul Mountain’s depths alongside them.

"Sun and Moon Temple?" Feng Wuchen paused briefly, wasn’t this the Sun and Moon Temple of the Heavenly God Realm mentioned by Mu Honglian and the others?

For vengeance, Mu Honglian and her companions were currently training relentlessly.

"What’s wrong? Feeling scared now?" Seeing Feng Wuchen’s expression, Zhou Yan grew smug.

"Kneel and apologize now, I might spare your life," Feng Wuchen spoke flatly, as if sparing Zhou Yan was trivial.

"Kneel and apologize? Spare me?" Zhou Yan was taken aback, as were the nearby experts.

"Haha!" Zhou Yan laughed from anger, "You brat, acting all high and mighty? I was going to let you off, but I’ve changed my mind."

"Junior brother, let it go," the burly man advised, sensing Feng Wuchen wasn’t simple.

"Senior brother, what’s to fear? I was merely joking, who knew this kid wouldn’t take the cue," Zhou Yan sneered, convinced of Feng Wuchen’s impending downfall.

"I too have changed my mind, either I’ll kill you or you end yourself," Feng Wuchen declared expressionlessly.

"Is this kid brainsick? Daring to kill a Sun and Moon Temple disciple? Does he have the capability?"

"Oh dear, doesn’t this kid understand the situation? Didn’t he notice how many of us are siding with Zhou Yan?"

"Overestimating oneself, a path to self-destruction indeed."

The surrounding experts looked on with a theatrical mindset, curious to see if Feng Wuchen had the means to back his bold claims.

"Killing you will only take a single strike!" Zhou Yan’s smile faded to a chilling aura, the power of a Three-Star God Venerable erupting fiercely, the air filled with a sharp killing intent.

"The same applies to me," Feng Wuchen shrugged, Zhou Yan’s arrogance and disdain had stirred Feng Wuchen’s desire to kill.