"For a One-Star God Venerate to instantaneously enhance their combat power by two stars, half of the geniuses cannot achieve this."

"Looking across the entire Seven Divine Realms, among the geniuses possessing Holy Artifacts and ancient power, besides the young lords of the seven major forces, only Feng Wuchen has such capabilities."

"Truly heaven-sent! If we can capture Feng Wuchen alive, it will be a great achievement for the Sun and Moon Temple. By then, the Great Main God will surely reward us handsomely, and thus, the Sun and Moon Temple will definitely be heavily utilized by the Great Main God."

"In the past, the Sun and Moon Temple really didn’t dare to provoke Feng Wuchen, but now with people from the Holy Realm visiting, it’s undoubtedly to deal with that ancient powerhouse."

Mo Qingshan waved his hand, and three corpses turned to ashes, as his figure vanished into thin air.

At this moment, the twelve Divine Venerate experts pursuing Feng Wuchen in the complex Beast Spirit Mountain have already been individually defeated and slain by Feng Wuchen.

With his powerful instantaneous movement, even Zhang Mo, though a Six-Star God Venerate, couldn’t manage to deal with Feng Wuchen.

"You brat, get out here now!" Zhang Mo, almost losing his sanity, roared madly within the mountains.

"If you have the guts, come out here! What kind of skill is hiding and sneaking around?" Zhou Yan was so furious that his internal organs were flipping, wishing to devour Feng Wuchen alive.

"Brat! Come out for a duel! I can crush you with one hand!" yelled a Five-Star God Venerate.

"Will that kid not come for us next?"

"Too terrifying! This kid is practically a demon! We don’t even know where he is."

"Should we just run? Otherwise, we’re definitely dying here."

A few Loose Cultivators were already scared out of their wits, now watching their surroundings warily, back to back. Their strength was no match for Zhang Mo and the others, and their fate would absolutely be instant death.

"So terrifying, already seven Divine Venerates have died at his hands. Compared to him, that kid offending Lord Feng is even more powerful than us." Ning Chen was horrified from a distance, recalling the words Feng Wuchen had said to him earlier, leaving him with goosebumps.

"Among the offenders of Lord Feng, his strength is the most terrifying. Thankfully, he bears no malice toward us, or we would surely die." Ning Hunsheng gravely said, secretly relieved he had not provoked Feng Wuchen.

"His movement technique is extremely impressive; his presence cannot be detected, nor can his attack positions be captured. In all my years in the Seven Divine Realms, I’ve never seen such a miraculous movement technique." Shuixian was both shocked and horrified, growing more frightened as she watched.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

Several golden sword lights flickered, and three Divine Venerate experts fell, once again sealed at the throat by a single sword strike, not knowing what had happened even in death.

Throughout, Feng Wuchen’s figure never once appeared.

Among the multiple Divine Venerate experts, only five remained.

"Sun Qian, where’s that brat?" Zhang Mo shouted angrily.

"I don’t know, I don’t know, I’m surrounded by his scent!" Sun Qian shook his head in terror, trembling all over.

They had been tracking Feng Wuchen’s position entirely by Sun Qian’s ability to discern Feng Wuchen’s scent.

Now, enveloped by Feng Wuchen’s scent all around, Sun Qian could no longer pinpoint Feng Wuchen’s exact location.

"Swoosh!"

As soon as Sun Qian finished speaking, suddenly a sword pierced through his heart, leaving Sun Qian in utter despair, blatantly feeling an overpowering force ruthlessly destroying the five viscera and six bowels within him.

"An... another one’s down..." Ning Chen became even more horrified, his voice trembling.

"So fast! Didn’t even see his figure." Ning Hunsheng sweated coldly, never having seen such a fearsome expert.

Instantaneous movement was indeed powerful.

"The eleventh one, after killing you, they won’t know my whereabouts anymore." Feng Wuchen chuckled coldly.

"Sun Qian!" Zhang Mo and his companions roared furiously, their four figures madly charging forth.

"You brat, I want to crush your bones to dust!" A Four-Star God Venerate roared like a madman.

Feng Wuchen slowly drew the Dragon God Sword, laughing coldly, "Is that so? You seem to think I’m easy to deal with?"

"Die!" Zhang Mo flickered forward, roaring angrily, unleashing a terrifying palm strike.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Buzz buzz!"

The position where Feng Wuchen stood suddenly exploded, creating an alarming deep pit, the mountain shaking violently.

"Vanished again! How could this be! This cunning little wretch!" The Four-Star God Venerate was infuriated.

Yet, in the next second, Zhou Yan suddenly shivered all over, an icy chill spreading through his body.

At his neck, suddenly there was a sword, terrifying Zhou Yan to the point of soul departure.

"You... what do you want? Don’t kill me, my... my grandfather is the Second Elder of the Sun and Moon Temple. If you kill me, you won’t survive either." Zhou Yan said in fear.

"What does that have to do with me? Even if your grandfather is the Heavenly King, it has nothing to do with me." Feng Wuchen chuckled coldly.

"Brat! Let him go!" Zhang Mo and his companions were shocked and screamed.

"What? Are you scared now?" Feng Wuchen teased Zhou Yan, completely ignoring Zhang Mo and the others.

"Don’t kill me, don’t kill me..." This time Zhou Yan was genuinely scared, Feng Wuchen’s Sacred Sword quietly pressed against his neck.

If Feng Wuchen made a move, Zhou Yan wouldn’t even know how he died.

"Initially, for the sake of your senior brother, I spared you. But you didn’t cherish it and insisted on provoking me. Do you really think I wouldn’t dare kill you?" Feng Wuchen said coldly, his voice icy and piercing, as if it came from Nine Serene Hell.

Zhou Yan, at this moment, genuinely believed that if he provoked Feng Wuchen just a bit more, Feng Wuchen would kill him without hesitation.

"No no no, you dare, you dare, I was wrong, please, my lord, spare my life, I’ll kneel and knock my head to you." Zhou Yan said in horror.

"I never show mercy to enemies, but there can be one opportunity; unfortunately, you missed it." Feng Wuchen said coldly.

Feng Wuchen indeed gave opportunities sometimes, but those were rare. If given a chance and it’s not treasured, then it’s a certain death.

"You brat, if you kill Junior Brother Zhou, the Sun and Moon Temple will absolutely hunt you down relentlessly!" Zhang Mo once again threatened with the authority of the Sun and Moon Temple.

Zhang Mo and his companions were genuinely panicking. If Zhou Yan was killed, after returning, they’d definitely face dire consequences, possibly even accompany Zhou Yan in death.

"Threaten me? You’re not qualified." Feng Wuchen said disdainfully.

"What if it’s me?" At this moment, a calm and indifferent voice emerged.

"Young lord!" Zhang Mo and his companions were overjoyed.

"Young lord, save me, save me!" Zhou Yan, as if seeing a lifeline, frantically shouted.

A voice appeared silently in mid-air, and the person was indeed Mo Qingshan, the Young Hall Master of the Sun and Moon Temple.

"Eight-Star God Venerate." Feng Wuchen observed Mo Qingshan.

Mo Qingshan said calmly, "With the cultivation of a One-Star God Venerate, alongside a Divine Artifact Sacred Sword and ancient power, you boosted your combat prowess to the apex of a Three-Star God Venerate, nearly surpassing a Four-Star God Venerate. Looking across the entire Seven Divine Realms, I’d say very few could achieve this, maybe none at all. Truly worthy of the legendary Feng, who shakes the Seven Divine Realms."