Seven people from the Sun and Moon Temple have arrived, plus Zhou Yan and the burly man, making a total of nine.

There are also six Divine Venerables traveling with Zhou Yan, making a total of fifteen people.

Among these fifteen powerful figures, Zhang Mo is the strongest, at the Six-Star Divine Venerate level.

"Hey, you little brat, your death is upon you! Today, no wings will save you!" Zhou Yan sneered viciously, glaring at Feng Wuchen.

Feng Wuchen slowly opened his eyes and stood up, casting a simple glance at Zhou Yan and the others.

The burly man slightly lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Feng Wuchen, as it was he who pleaded for mercy earlier, causing Feng Wuchen to spare Zhou Yan. Now they’ve come for revenge.

"What? You want to gang up on me?" Feng Wuchen asked with a cold sneer.

Zhou Yan sneered, "So what if we gang up on you today? Nobody can save you!"

"Is that the usual conduct of the Sun and Moon Temple?" Feng Wuchen mocked.

"Enough nonsense, brat. Prepare to die. Today, you’ll know the consequences of offending the Sun and Moon Temple!" a Four-Star Divine Venerate coldly said.

Zhang Mo sneered dismissively, "Wang Yan, you three, kill him!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

The three Divine Venerables shot out without hesitation, as fast as lightning and with overwhelming momentum.

"Heh heh, brat, accept your fate!"

"Offend our Sun and Moon Temple, and no matter who you are, you die!"

"Prepare to die!"

The three Divine Venerables completely underestimated Feng Wuchen, as if they could easily crush him.

Seeing the three charging unscrupulously, a dangerous smile curved at the corner of Feng Wuchen’s mouth.

"Buzz buzz!"

The power of a One-star Divine Venerate was unleashed, a golden glow enveloping his body, a domineering force spreading, violently shaking and tearing the surrounding void.

"One-star Divine Venerate?" Zhou Yan was suddenly dumbfounded; as a Three-Star God Venerable, being slapped by a One-star Divine Venerate was a severe insult.

"Junior Brother Zhou, are you sure it was him who hit you?" Zhang Mo looked at Zhou Yan in surprise, obviously unable to believe Feng Wuchen was just a One-star Divine Venerate.

"..." Zhou Yan’s face turned red with embarrassment, unable to respond.

"Is this kid out of his mind? How can a One-star Divine Venerate be so arrogant?"

"Did I see wrong? Is he a One-star Divine Venerate?"

"Senior Brother Zhou is a Three-Star God Venerable, dealing with this kid should be a piece of cake, right?"

The disciples of the Sun and Moon Temple were all stunned; no one could imagine Zhou Yan being no match for a One-star Divine Venerate.

Zhou Yan’s face turned red to his neck, furious with embarrassment!

As a Three-Star God Venerable, being scared by a One-star Divine Venerate without daring to strike back was a great humiliation!

"Brat, I, Zhou Yan, swear that I won’t be human if I don’t tear you to pieces!" Zhou Yan roared in anger; only by tearing Feng Wuchen to pieces could he quell his fury and shame.

The three Divine Venerables who had shot out expressed even more scorn and disdain in their eyes.

"Boy, we can kill you as easily as a dog!" a Three-Star Divine Venerate sneered.

Feng Wuchen remained motionless, ignoring their aggressive words.

"What’s the matter? Afraid to move now?"

"Brat, if you kneel down now and beg Senior Brother Zhou for mercy, you might live a little longer."

"It’s too late for regrets now."

The three Three-Star Divine Sovereigns mocked incessantly, as if they had Feng Wuchen at their mercy.

However, before they could rejoice, in the next second, they wouldn’t even know how they died.

As soon as the three entered Feng Wuchen’s attack range, he suddenly shot out, fully exerting the power of chaos, summoning four Divine Artifacts. The terrifying and overbearing power burst forth like a dragon out of the sea, captivating the heart.

The horrific wave of energy surged, and Feng Wuchen’s combat strength instantly soared to the level of a Three-Star Divine Venerate.

"What? Three-Star Divine Venerate!" The burly man’s face drastically changed.

"Two stars in an instant! How is this possible!" Zhou Yan’s eyes almost popped out.

"Not good! Wang Yan, retreat quickly!" Zhang Mo urgently shouted, simultaneously shooting out like lightning.

But it was too late.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

In an instant, Wang Yan and the others, who had been arrogantly mocking a moment ago, found their throats slashed by a single sword light, blood spraying from their necks.

A single sword to the throat.

The three Divine Venerables were instantly killed by Feng Wuchen in the blink of an eye!

Zhang Mo was utterly dumbfounded, staring blankly at the three falling junior brothers. He couldn’t believe Feng Wuchen could instantaneously kill three Divine Venerables.

"You really are stupid beyond measure. Even knowing Zhou Yan was beaten by me, you still dare to act arrogantly in front of me. Truly ignorant of life and death," Feng Wuchen sneered with disdain.

Looking at Zhou Yan like a fool, Feng Wuchen coldly laughed, "You’re even more foolish, beyond salvation!"

"Ancient power! It must be! And Divine Artifacts!"

"No, his sword is a Holy Artifact!"

"How is this possible? He actually has a Holy Artifact! And ancient power! Just who is he?"

The disciples of the Sun and Moon Temple and the six loose cultivator Divine Venerables were all shocked to the core.

"Brat, how dare you kill disciples of the Sun and Moon Temple! You must be tired of living!" Awakened from their shock, Zhang Mo roared furiously, his face twisted in rage as if he wanted to devour someone.

"Is the Sun and Moon Temple really that strong? So what if I killed them?" Feng Wuchen smirked slightly.

Even an Eight-Star Divine Venerate couldn’t handle Feng Wuchen, let alone Zhang Mo, who was just a Six-Star Divine Venerate.

In terms of combat power, Feng Wuchen might not rival Zhang Mo, but when it comes to tactics, Feng Wuchen surpassed Zhang Mo by miles.

"Kill him! Seize the Holy Artifact and Divine Artifacts, and his ancient power!" Zhang Mo yelled in rage, the veins on his face bulging.

Over a dozen Divine Venerables surged forward, releasing terrifying energy, full of murderous intent.

"Master, quickly run!" the Dragon God Sword transmitted its voice immediately.

"Come on!" Feng Wuchen sneered, then moved deeper into the area.

"Humph! You won’t get away!" Zhang Mo shouted angrily, and over a dozen Divine Venerables quickly gave chase.

"Brother Ning, that’s the impostor pretending to be Feng Wuchen!" Ning Hunsheng and the others had already arrived, and Shuixian recognized Feng Wuchen at a glance.

"This kid is really bold, daring to offend the Sun and Moon Temple and even kill people. Does he really think he’s Lord Feng?" Ning Chen taunted disdainfully towards Feng Wuchen.

"Ning Chen, shut up!" Ning Hunsheng rebuked softly, "This person is not simple; he possesses Divine Artifacts and a Holy Artifact. The power of this ancient aura is very overbearing. He is definitely not an ordinary person, otherwise, how could he dare to kill disciples of the Sun and Moon Temple? Let’s go see."

"Whoosh!"

As everyone pursued Feng Wuchen, a figure appeared beside the fallen disciples.

"This person’s movement technique is remarkable; he killed with a single sword to the throat instantly. The wound is precisely lethal, without the slightest error. This person’s control over strength—no, over the sword—is at an apex level. In the realm of Sword Dao, he is not below me," the man murmured to himself.

This person was none other than Mo Qingshan, the young Hall Master of the Sun and Moon Temple.