The power erupting from rage had already reached the level of a Nine-Star God Venerable Realm.

It must be admitted, Mo Qingshan’s strength is indeed quite formidable; otherwise, he wouldn’t be confident enough to capture Feng Wuchen alive.

"Master, be careful, this person’s strength is extremely terrifying," transmitted the Dragon God Sword, having already sensed a strong aura of danger.

"Master, hurry and leave, the source of the Divine Fire is consuming too much. A lot was already spent dealing with Ye Jun in Qizhou. If it continues, the Divine Fire will vanish. Without the strength of a Six-Star God Venerable, you can’t defeat him!" Even the God Eye sent out a warning.

Feng Wuchen’s original Divine Fire’s core was already greatly depleted. Coupled with handling Ye Jun in Qizhou, the Divine Fire became increasingly weak. At this rate, it would inevitably burn out and disappear.

"The Sun and Moon Temple is truly shameful, bullying with numbers is one thing, but to now oppress the weak with strength, what kind of pathetic Young Master do they have? Aren’t they ashamed?" Feng Wuchen scoffed.

"Is Lord Feng crazy? He still dares to provoke Mo Qingshan?" Ning Hunsheng truly didn’t know where Feng Wuchen got the guts.

"Feng Wuchen, your arrogance ends here!" Mo Qingshan said viciously.

"Slap!"

But just as Mo Qingshan spoke, a crisp slapping sound rang out, and a slap mark appeared on Mo Qingshan’s face.

This slap left Mo Qingshan stunned.

Zhang Mo’s three disciples were dumbfounded, their hearts racing wildly.

Feng Wuchen actually dared to slap Mo Qingshan!

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze, falling into absolute silence.

"Why aren’t you speaking?" Feng Wuchen sneered, looking disdainfully at Mo Qingshan whose head was slightly turned aside.

The next second, Mo Qingshan’s overwhelming murderous aura instantly doubled.

"Slap! Slap!"

Feng Wuchen’s figure vanished again, followed by two more slapping sounds as two more slaps landed on Mo Qingshan’s face.

The three around Zhang Mo felt almost out of breath; they knew Mo Qingshan’s temper better than anyone.

For Feng Wuchen to slap Mo Qingshan three times, he simply had a death wish!

"Your face is really thick! My hand’s hurting from the slaps." Feng Wuchen mocked, deliberately shaking his hand.

"Lord Feng, he’s... he’s truly lost it!" Ning Chen was dumbstruck.

"Feng! Wu! Chen!" Mo Qingshan roared word by word, his eyes instantly bloodshot, and a terrifying murderous aura erupted frantically.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the enraged Mo Qingshan rushed forward with overwhelming momentum, bringing a roaring sound as fast as lightning.

However, Mo Qingshan wasn’t so furious as to lose all reason; he wouldn’t truly kill Feng Wuchen since he needed Feng Wuchen alive to claim his reward.

But if he didn’t kill Feng Wuchen, he’d make sure Feng Wuchen wished for death instead, or else his hatred wouldn’t be appeased.

"Boom!"

"Buzz buzz!"

Mo Qingshan was instantaneously upon him, clawed hand viciously striking at Feng Wuchen, producing an earsplitting explosion. The void collapsed swiftly to the naked eye, the terrifying power turning the surroundings of Beast Spirit Mountain to flat ground.

"Young Master, watch out for Feng Wuchen’s sneak attack! He killed our men through a sneak attack!" Zhang Mo hurriedly shouted.

Clearly, Feng Wuchen had already used teleportation to evade.

"You’re mistaken, that wasn’t a sneak attack," Feng Wuchen’s cold voice rang in Zhang Mo’s ear just as he finished speaking.

"Not good!" Zhang Mo’s expression abruptly shook, feeling a chilling sensation all over his body.

Panicking, Zhang Mo hurriedly turned and struck out with his palm, but all he hit was air as Feng Wuchen disappeared like a specter.

And in the moment Feng Wuchen vanished, a shallow sword trace appeared on Zhang Mo’s face, blood oozing out.

"Six-Star God Venerable, nothing more than this." Feng Wuchen sneered, thinking that if he really wanted to kill Zhang Mo, that strike wouldn’t have been on his face but his neck.

"You brat! I won’t let you off!" Zhang Mo’s face contorted with rage.

"Feng Wuchen, come out!" Mo Qingshan angrily shouted, despite his formidable strength, unable to do anything against Feng Wuchen’s teleportation.

"Mo Qingshan, no need to hurry to kill me; there will come a day when I seek you out! That day won’t be far off!" Feng Wuchen’s ephemeral voice echoed.

Feng Wuchen, of course, wasn’t foolish enough to confront Mo Qingshan directly; besides Mo Qingshan, even Zhang Mo was beyond his capability.

"The Sun and Moon Temple will come to your Dragon God Palace personally!" Mo Qingshan roared fiercely, the killing intent sky-high, his face twisted with rage, wishing he could devour Feng Wuchen alive.

As the Young Master of Sun and Moon Temple, this was the first time Mo Qingshan felt so aggrieved and furious.

"Good, the Dragon God Palace has a grand gift waiting for your Sun and Moon Temple," Feng Wuchen’s elusive voice sounded again.

Mo Qingshan gritted his teeth, clenching his fists tightly, roaring, "Feng Wuchen, if I don’t kill you, I’m not Mo Qingshan!"

"Then be a dog!" Feng Wuchen’s mocking laughter rang out.

"Young Master, Zhou Yan has been killed, Feng Wuchen has fled, what now?" Zhang Mo asked urgently, shuddering at the thought of the Second Elder of Sun and Moon Temple.

"Humph! Useless waste!!" Mo Qingshan glared fiercely at Zhang Mo, then vanished.

"Roar roar!"

At this moment, a roar filled with overwhelming oppressive pressure of a ferocious beast rang out, its terrifying aura suffocating everyone.

"A mythical beast of the Main Divine Realm!" Kui Wu was utterly frightened.

"Quickly! Bring Zhou Yan’s body back!" Zhang Mo said grimly, his heart filled with extreme panic.

Facing a mythical beast of the Main Divine Realm, not to mention Zhang Mo, even Mo Qingshan would die.

"Quickly!" Ning Hunsheng shouted in fear, pulling Shuixian to quickly retrace their path, with Ning Chen following closely.

If one looked closely, atop the massive tiger-like ferocious beast’s head was a person.

This person was none other than Feng Wuchen.

"You’re lucky you ran fast," Feng Wuchen chuckled coldly, then commanded the beast to chase in the direction Ning Hunsheng and the others were fleeing.

"Roar!"

The beast roared again, terrifying Ning Hunsheng and his group out of their wits, chasing after them.

The beast appeared like a ferocious tiger, with purple and green flickering on its body and faint green flames burning. Its saber-tooth tiger-like teeth were terrifying to behold.

"No way? Why is it chasing us?" Ning Chen was so scared he almost lost control.

"Don’t worry, it’s me," Feng Wuchen quickly said, fearing he would scare them too much.

"Lord Feng?" Ning Hunsheng and the others’ expressions turned drastically.

Who would believe that Feng Wuchen came riding a mythical beast of the Main Divine Realm? Were mythical beasts of this realm controllable? What kind of Divine Skills could achieve this?

Ning Hunsheng and company seemed as if they had seen a ghost.

Ning Chen was so terrified that he knelt down, crying for mercy, "Lord Feng, spare me, I didn’t mean to insult you earlier, I was wrong, I was wrong, I didn’t mean to offend you. It was the Sun and Moon Temple who wanted to kill you; it has nothing to do with me, I don’t even know them, I swear I don’t know them. Please, Lord Feng, spare me this time. I’ll do anything you ask."