Dragon God Supreme

"Ah..."

The scream of the Corpse King, like a pig being slaughtered, echoed throughout the Dragon God Palace.

Feng Wuchen forcibly extracted the Soul Body of the Corpse King.

That's right! Forcibly extracted! Ignoring the Corpse King's resistance!

The more he resisted, the more painful it was!

That kind of excruciating pain was simply inhumane, just thinking about it made one shudder with delight.

"Brother Feng! Well done! Killing him would be too easy on him!" Liu Qingyang shouted with satisfaction.

"Exactly! The Alliance Hierarch is ruthless! Torturing the body is too easy, torment his Soul Body bit by bit!"

"Alliance Hierarch! Seal his Soul Body with Wu Fire and burn him slowly!"

"Alliance Hierarch! Hang the Corpse King's Soul Body in the Dragon God Palace, I want to hear his screams every day!"

"Yes! Hearing his screams invigorates me endlessly! Makes my spirit a hundred times more alive!"

The people of the Dragon God Palace shouted with satisfaction, thinking of countless ways to torture the Corpse King, to them, his screams were nothing short of celestial music.

After the Corpse King's Soul Body was forcibly extracted, a faint, ghostly voice appeared beside his body.

"Boom!"

With a flick of Feng Wuchen's finger, the Corpse King's physical body instantly turned to ashes and dissipated.

"Gulp..."

The terrifying flames frightened the Corpse King so much that he constantly swallowed, or rather, his throat bobbed, as a Soul Body doesn't produce saliva.

"Wind Shadow, you... what do you want? If you dare to kill me, my master will never let you go; my master's corpse insects are ten thousand times more powerful than mine!" The Corpse King threatened in fear and despair, still trying to invoke the Ancestor Corpse.

"Is that so? If that's the case, go ahead and let your cowardly master show up." Feng Wuchen said icily, devoid of any human emotion.

In Feng Wuchen's eyes, the Corpse King was already a dead man, just dying slowly.

"Even if your master comes, or even the Heavenly King himself, there is no saving you!" Feng Wuchen added coldly, directly sentencing the Corpse King to death!

With terrifying Soul Power enveloping the Soul Body of the Corpse King, Feng Wuchen flicked a finger, infusing a thread of Wu Fire into him.

"Ah..."

The burning Wu Fire suddenly made the Corpse King let out an inhumane scream, his Soul Body struggling frantically.

"Simply killing you is too easy; I want you to pay a hundredfold! My true fire can burn your Soul Body until the day it completely disappears!" Feng Wuchen said viciously, then waved his hand, dispersing the Formation, causing the Corpse King's Soul Body to float into the air of the Dragon God Palace.

"Ah...!" The Corpse King continuously screamed in agony.

"Ancestor Corpse, your corpse insects are indeed extraordinary, but my true fire is their nemesis. Since you've meddled today, your fate is now in the palm of my hand. As long as you're in the Heavenly Realm, you can't escape my grasp!" Feng Wuchen declared ruthlessly, every word filled with sharp killing intent.

Feng Wuchen's domineering presence, controlling everything, was filled with intense pressure, making people feel the impulse to kneel.

Just as Feng Wuchen finished speaking, a withered figure appeared high above the Dragon God Palace.

The person was none other than the Ancestor Corpse.

"Master, save me! Quick, save me! It hurts so much! Ah!" The Corpse King cried out in fear, upon seeing the Ancestor Corpse, it was like discovering a new world's entrance.

The Ancestor Corpse was undeniably the Corpse King's lifeline.

However, since Feng Wuchen dared to hang the Corpse King in the air, how could he fear that the Ancestor Corpse would rescue him?

With blood-red eyes staring at the Ancestor Corpse, Feng Wuchen said coldly, "You old thing, you finally showed up!"

"Ancestor Corpse, kill Wind Shadow! I will help you ascend to the Almost Heavenly Venerate realm!" Zhuge Wuji's fierce voice came from the void.

"Ancestor Corpse, if you dare harm the Young Master, I'll definitely make you vanish into thin air!" Long Xing Chen roared angrily, glaring fiercely at the Ancestor Corpse.

"Long Tian Chou?" Shangguan Tiandou sneered, "Does that old thing dare to make a move?"

"Ancestor Corpse, don't forget your promise to me!" Zhuge Wuji roared again in fury.

"Zhuge Wuji, you bunch of undying old fools won't be rampant for long." Feng Wuchen's intimidating blood-red eyes swept across the void.

"Hmph! You? I could crush you with one finger!" Zhuge Wuji sneered, but as soon as he finished speaking, his old face froze.

Seeing Feng Wuchen's blood-red eyes, Zhuge Wuji and others couldn't help but be shocked.

In the heated battle, they had never paid attention to Feng Wuchen's transformation.

"The Young Master's eyes..." Long Yuan's old face froze on the spot.

"This is..." Long Xing Chen was also stunned, seeing for the first time Feng Wuchen's blood-red eyes and the blood energy surging all over him.

"The Young Master's aura has become very unfamiliar, what's happening? Are those blood-red eyes because of anger?" Lord Long watched Feng Wuchen with a puzzled expression.

No one knew what kind of transformation Feng Wuchen had undergone.

The Ancestor Corpse's old face was solemn, but he remained silent, his deep gaze fixed on the subtly changing Feng Wuchen.

"Want to save your disciple?" Feng Wuchen said coldly, "Your corpse insects are indeed the best in the Heavenly Realm, but my Soul Power is unmatched. Trying to save your disciple is simply a daydream!"

Feng Wuchen was completely confident, as his tyrannical and vast Soul Power trapped the Corpse King.

"Kill you, and your Soul Power will dissipate naturally." The Ancestor Corpse suddenly spoke, his tone icy, as a terrifying aura of malice erupted.

The Ancestor Corpse's aura was filled with eeriness, extremely bizarre and spine-chilling.

A terrifying aura surged wildly; from this sinister, bone-chilling aura, one could tell that the Ancestor Corpse's cultivation had reached the pinnacle of the Ninth Heavenly Emperor realm, just a half-step away from Almost Heavenly Venerate.

The Ancestor Corpse's combat power was indeed extremely terrifying.

"Oh? Really? I'd like to see how you plan to kill me!" Feng Wuchen showed no fear, as if everything was within his control.

"Chen Er, that old turtle's power is terrifying, you're not his match!" Xiao Qingqing quickly warned, her face full of worry and fear.

Old turtle?

Xiao Qingqing dared to compare the formidable Ancestor Corpse to an old turtle?

Bai Hun and Ye Wujing and other strong individuals couldn't help but cast admiring glances, mentally giving her a thumbs up.

"It seems Long Tian Chou indeed doesn't dare to act." The Ancestor Corpse said grimly, the chilling murderous intent growing stronger.

Long Tian Chou dared not act, the protectors of the Dragon God Clan and the three elders were restrained, Long Nitian and others were seriously injured, and no one could support Feng Wuchen at this moment.

In the late Heavenly Emperor stage, Feng Wuchen couldn't even catch the Ancestor Corpse's eye.

"Boom!"

"Buzz buzz!"

The Ancestor Corpse acted decisively, charging towards Feng Wuchen with a fierce roar, carrying a momentum that could crush everything in its path, enough to shake the void, an overwhelming force.

The terrifying speed was beyond words.

However, all this couldn't cause a single change in Feng Wuchen's expression.

"Zhuge Wuji! Don't forget your promise!" The Ancestor Corpse shouted.

"Rest assured, Ancestor Corpse, I will keep my word!" Zhuge Wuji's old face showed a cold smile.