Dragon God Supreme

The people in the tavern were dumbfounded.

Lei Li also froze on the spot, disoriented by the wind.

"Did... did I hear that wrong? What did that kid just say?"

"Is this kid crazy? Did he... did he actually dare refuse Young Master Lei? Or did I hear it wrong?"

"I've seen plenty of arrogant and insolent people, but never someone as arrogant as this kid."

The cultivators in the tavern simply couldn't believe their ears, thinking they must have heard it wrong.

In their opinion, Feng Wuchen was already beyond saving by stupidity.

Lei Li was absolutely not someone to mess with; whoever offended Lei Li was dead meat.

A chilling aura spread from Lei Li's body, making everyone in the tavern shiver uncontrollably, fear instantly gripping their hearts.

The timid cultivators had already sneaked away from the tavern.

The bolder ones stayed, suppressing their fear to watch the spectacle.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive, everyone's hearts pounding wildly.

Yet, quite conveniently,

In such a situation, Feng Wuchen appeared completely unfazed, treating Lei Li and his entourage as mere air.

One must know, Lei Li had brought over a dozen experts at the Heavenly Deity Realm!

To everyone present, Feng Wuchen, at the age of twenty-seven or eight, could easily be wiped out by any Heavenly Deity.

Of course, the cultivators present weren't fools.

Facing such a terrifying existence, if Feng Wuchen could remain so calm, he either had strength or was a genuine fool.

Lei Li forcibly suppressed the overwhelming fury in his heart, obviously wary that Feng Wuchen's background might be more powerful than his own.

"What should I call you?" Lei Li asked as he sat down, with neither arrogance nor inferiority.

"Sorry, but this is my seat, and I didn't invite you to sit down," Feng Wuchen said bluntly, giving no face whatsoever.

Feng Wuchen clearly wasn't impressed with Lei Li, given the poor first impression.

As soon as these words were out, many of the cultivators in the tavern couldn't help but take a sharp breath, feeling cold sweat trickling down their backs.

Feng Wuchen's arrogance had exceeded their imagination.

Lei Li's face couldn't help but twitch, his anger almost bursting from his belly.

But without understanding Feng Wuchen's background, Lei Li just had to endure it, standing up embarrassingly in front of everyone in the tavern.

"Young Master!" Ming Shan, standing nearby, could no longer bear it, fists clenched tightly, itching to punch the show-off Feng Wuchen into the sky.

A dozen Heavenly Deity Realm experts were now staring at Feng Wuchen like venomous snakes.

But without Lei Li's command, none of them dared to act recklessly.

"I am Lei Li, the Young Master of the Thunder God Temple. I wonder what faction you belong to?" Lei Li asked with a forced smile, suppressing the anger in his heart.

Feng Wuchen acted as if he hadn't heard, disdaining to converse with someone as bullying as Lei Li.

Of course, it wasn't as though Feng Wuchen was just showing off; rather it was because Lei Li's high-and-mighty demeanor from the start had genuinely irritated him.

Feng Wuchen's not slapping him in front of everyone was already an act of great mercy.

Seeing Feng Wuchen not respond, Lei Li fumed inwardly, thinking, "Arrogant little bastard, daring to ignore this Young Master! This is utterly outrageous!"

Ming Shan and the others were on the verge of exploding, like man-eating tigers.

"Mind stepping a little away? I still want to eat, and I don't want my appetite ruined by certain people," Feng Wuchen said indifferently, not sparing Lei Li a glance, as if speaking to the air.

"You brat! How dare you ignore and insult the Young Master, I'll kill you!" Ming Shan could no longer hold back and roared at Feng Wuchen, unleashing a chilling murderous aura as he punched towards Feng Wuchen.

Ming Shan was utterly infuriated, deciding to act even without Lei Li's command.

However, Lei Li did not stop him, implicitly allowing Ming Shan to take action.

Feng Wuchen's arrogance had already crossed Lei Li's bottom line, his patience evaporating.

"Brat! This Young Master will see what you're made of!" Lei Li thought coldly as he narrowed his eyes.

"Ming Shan! Teach this presumptuous brat a lesson! Daring to provoke Young Master Lei is simply outrageous!"

"I've seen many who seek death, but this idiot's stupidity is genuinely refreshing."

"I've never seen such an idiotic kid who won't shed tears until he sees the coffin."

The cultivators in the tavern, trying to curry favor with Lei Li, mercilessly ridiculed and defamed Feng Wuchen.

However, in the next second, everyone in the tavern was dumbfounded.

"Boom!"

Ming Shan's punch, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, was immensely powerful, yet before reaching its target, he was sent flying by Feng Wuchen's faster and more terrifying punch.

The tall and strong Ming Shan flew out of the tavern's window, causing chaos among the passersby in the street.

Upon seeing this, everyone in the room was utterly shocked, their mouths agape wide enough to fit a fist.

Who would have thought that the young Feng Wuchen could send Ming Shan, at the mid-stage of the Heavenly Deity Realm, flying with a single punch?

Who could believe Feng Wuchen possessed such ferocious strength?

Even more unbelievable, Feng Wuchen had been drinking tea while throwing the punch, without even using any power from his Tianyuan technique, purely relying on physical strength.

"This kid is not simple," an old man in the corner remarked with a faint smile, watching Feng Wuchen with interest.

"Gulp..."

At that moment, the people in the tavern finally realized their mistake, and it was a grave one, scaring them out of their wits.

Those who had mocked and defamed Feng Wuchen outright were so frightened they slumped down, too terrified to utter a word.

"Brat, how dare you injure people of my Thunder God Temple, you're tired of living!" Lei Li snarled viciously, his oppressive aura spreading, the horrifying power of his late-stage Heavenly Deity cultivation exploding forth.

"Slap!"

Yet at that moment, Feng Wuchen suddenly swung his hand, delivering a fierce slap to Lei Li's face, sending him flying several meters, spitting blood from his mouth.

"Hiss..."

Seeing this, the people in the tavern were instantly scared out of their wits, gasping in terror.

The cultivators in the tavern didn't dare to breathe, trembling all over, as if scared senseless.

To send Lei Li, at the late-stage of the Heavenly Deity Realm, spitting blood with just a slap was terrifying!

Using no power, purely relying on physical prowess, this body was extremely terrifying!

That's not all, knowing Lei Li's complicated background, Feng Wuchen still dared to make a move, utterly disregarding the Thunder God Temple.

Lei Li was dumbfounded on the spot; he couldn't believe someone dared to slap him so fiercely!

"Brat! This Young Master will kill you today! In the Immortal Realm, no one has dared to slap me! You can forget about walking out alive!" Lei Li was utterly furious, his face twisted with rage, like a mad lion roaring as he charged at Feng Wuchen.

Lei Li's speed was terrifying, like a cheetah, reaching in the blink of an eye, a fist condensed with terrifying power smashing toward Feng Wuchen.

However, the next scene left everyone in the tavern dumbfounded once again.