"What? Lord Feng?"

As Mo Qingshan finished speaking, Zhou Yan’s, Zhang Mo’s, and Ning Hunsheng’s faces changed drastically.

"You...you are Lord...Lord Feng?" Zhou Yan’s trembling intensified, overwhelmed by a fear that permeated his entire being, even his Soul Body was shivering.

"He is Lord Feng?" Zhang Mo was stupefied, his eyes almost popping out.

"Brother Ning, did you...did you hear that? The young master of the Sun and Moon Temple called him Lord Feng!" Shuixian’s mouth seemed capable of fitting a goose egg at that moment.

"Impossible! How could this be? He’s really Lord Feng!" Ning Chen was dazedly shaking his head like a fool.

Ning Chen couldn’t accept that the person he had looked down upon, even insulted, was the very person he admired in his heart—Lord Feng!

"He is truly Lord Feng." Ning Hunsheng was dumbfounded.

After all, they had encountered too many people pretending to be Feng Wuchen, so even when confronted with the real Feng Wuchen, they naturally wouldn’t believe it, never having seen Feng Wuchen’s true face.

"How did you know it was me?" Feng Wuchen asked in surprise.

"I guessed, but it seems I guessed right." Mo Qingshan said with a faint smile.

"Knowing my identity, you still want to stop me?" Feng Wuchen asked with a cold smile, looking amused.

Mo Qingshan said indifferently, "Perhaps I wouldn’t have dared before, but things are different now. Even forces weaker than the Sun and Moon Temple might no longer fear you."

Mo Qingshan’s words clearly pointed to strong individuals coming from the Holy Realm!

"Then you can try." Feng Wuchen said fearlessly.

"Zhou Yan’s life or death seems to have nothing to do with my capturing you." Mo Qingshan said plainly, as if Zhou Yan’s fate had nothing to do with him.

"What? Young Master, what are you..." Zhou Yan was suddenly frightened, unable to comprehend what Mo Qingshan was doing.

"What is the Young Master doing?" Zhang Mo and Kui Wu were dumbfounded, looking at Mo Qingshan in confusion.

Zhou Yan is the Second Elder’s grandson, and Mo Qingshan is not saving him?

"So it was to capture me." Feng Wuchen nodded, then sneered, "So, this piece of trash’s life or death is irrelevant to you?"

"Young Master! I’m Zhou Yan! Zhou Yan!" Zhou Yan suddenly shouted loudly.

"I know." Mo Qingshan replied indifferently.

"Your Young Master is eager to capture me for a reward." Feng Wuchen mocked.

"Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! Lord Feng, I know I was wrong, have mercy!" Zhou Yan pleaded in panic, immediately kneeling.

"Now you know to beg for mercy? What were you doing earlier? Also, do you think you’re qualified to plead with me now?" Feng Wuchen said coldly.

With a single glance, Feng Wuchen scared Zhou Yan so much his soul seemed to flee from his body.

"Young Master, save me! Save me!" Zhou Yan shouted desperately, the fear all-consuming, the presence of death stronger than ever.

Mo Qingshan remained expressionless, seeming truly unwilling to save anyone.

"He doesn’t care if you live or die. If I say you must die today, then die you must, and that includes your grandfather!" Feng Wuchen declared arrogantly, the Dragon God Sword in his hand poised to slice Zhou Yan’s throat.

Mo Qingshan’s brows furrowed slightly, a murderous look flashed through his eyes, his figure instantly disappearing—in the very moment of Feng Wuchen’s distraction.

This was a stealth attack!

But just as Mo Qingshan made his move, Feng Wuchen’s lips curled into a mysterious cold smile.

"Boom!"

"Buzz buzz!"

In the blink of an eye, the place where Feng Wuchen stood suddenly exploded, an incredibly terrifying force sweeping wildly, the pitch-black cracks stretched and tore crazily.

Yet sadly, it still failed to hit Feng Wuchen.

"He actually sensed it! And in the instant I struck, he dodged! He deliberately led me to attack!" Mo Qingshan’s face turned extremely unsightly. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

In terms of cultivation, Mo Qingshan completely overwhelmed Feng Wuchen, and confident in his speed, he thought he could capture Feng Wuchen in one move—underestimating Feng Wuchen proved costly.

"A sneaky attack! Truly despicable and shameless! And him, an Eight-Star God Venerate, who failed in a stealth attack and now disgraces himself!" Ning Chen quietly cursed, immediately deeming Mo Qingshan an unworthy villain!

"This Lord Feng is truly formidable, even an Eight-Star God Venerate’s surprise attack couldn’t touch him!" Shuixian exclaimed.

"Stay quiet, we can’t afford to offend the Sun and Moon Temple! Nor can we afford to offend Lord Feng, just watch." Ning Hunsheng whispered.

Anyone would choose to remain a spectator; intervening would invite retaliation from either Feng Wuchen or the Sun and Moon Temple, a reprisal beyond their capacity to bear.

"Eight-Star God Venerate’s speed is truly terrifying!" Feng Wuchen said with a cold smile, the mockery unmistakable.

Mo Qingshan’s face was chillingly cold, a sight so terrifying it made one’s heart tremble.

"Weren’t you just saying his life or death had nothing to do with you? As young master of the Sun and Moon Temple, you would still resort to falsehoods? Yet your tricks here are useless against me." Feng Wuchen sneered, having already seen through Mo Qingshan’s intentions.

Mo Qingshan’s expression turned completely ferocious, an icy killing intent spreading.

"Young Master! Quick, save me!" Zhou Yan screamed in terror.

"Shut up!" Mo Qingshan barked coldly, silencing Zhou Yan with a glance.

"Young Master, Feng Wuchen’s movement technique is extremely strange, be very careful!" Zhang Mo shouted in reminder.

"Lord Feng, I know I was wrong, please spare me this time, I swear on my life I will never offend you again." Zhou Yan pleaded fearfully.

"Swearing on your life? Does a piece of trash like you deserve that? Off you go!" Feng Wuchen scorned.

"Feng Wuchen! How dare you!" Zhang Mo shouted angrily.

Mo Qingshan said coldly, "Even if you kill him, you won’t escape my grasp, spare him if you’re sensible."

"Slash!"

The Dragon God Sword mercilessly cut through Zhou Yan’s throat, spraying blood.

Feng Wuchen not only didn’t spare anyone, he even killed Zhou Yan in front of Mo Qingshan, completely reckless of the consequences.

"Spared." Feng Wuchen said with a slight cold smile, watching Zhou Yan’s corpse fall.

"Feng Wuchen! You’re courting death!" Mo Qingshan raged, his violent aura exploding.

"Courting death? You’re far from qualified to dictate my life and death! My life is only under my own control!" Feng Wuchen scorned.

"Junior Zhou has...been killed!" Kui Wu couldn’t believe it.

"Junior Zhou!" Zhang Mo was extremely panicked, cold sweat pouring from his body.

"Lord Feng truly dared to kill!" Ning Chen opened his eyes wide again.

"If he angers the Eight-Star God Venerate, isn’t Lord Feng digging his own grave? This is Beast Spirit Mountain, after all." Shuixian expressed both shock and worry.

"Buzz buzz!"

The terrifying power of the Eight-Star God Venerate burst forth in an explosion, brilliant cyan light shot straight into the sky, forming an enormous energy vortex tens of thousands of feet wide, forcefully dispelling the Yunhai, darkening the space in an instant.

The terrifying force seemed to threaten to destroy the heavens and the earth.

Overwhelming killing intent swept wildly.

Known for his composure, Mo Qingshan was thoroughly enraged.

"It’s over! Lord Feng has provoked Mo Qingshan!" Ning Hunsheng’s face changed drastically.