Chapter 2435 - 2433: Release Them If You Don’t Want to Die

Yun Xue Peak.

Located within the Wuji Snow Mountain in the northern part of the Dragon God Realm.

The Wuji Snow Mountain is vast and endless.

The secluded cultivation place of Protector Yang Zilan.

Ling Xiaoxiao and Miao Qingqing, the four women, are cultivating here.

"Whoosh!"

Feng Wuchen’s figure appeared on a snowy mountain.

The winds on Cloud Snow Mountain were raging and extremely cold. Those with weak cultivation could not endure such terrifying cold.

Fortunately, Feng Wuchen possessed the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Flames and the Ancestor of Ice Souls within his body; otherwise, he couldn’t bear it.

"An Ice Attribute attack formation, Protector Yang’s knowledge in the field of formations is extraordinarily high, otherwise he couldn’t have created such a vast snow mountain," Feng Wuchen secretly marveled.

"Hmm? Is this a barrier?" Just after his astonishment, Feng Wuchen sensed something amiss.

Feng Wuchen found that the massive Wuji Snow Mountain was locked by an enormous and terrifying barrier, and as an array master, Feng Wuchen recognized it at a glance.

A transparent barrier!

"The entire Wuji Snow Mountain is sealed. Without the Divine Power of Time and Space, I wouldn’t have been able to enter. Apart from the breath of wind and snow, I can’t sense anything." Feng Wuchen frowned slightly.

With a thought, Feng Wuchen’s figure vanished into thin air and appeared outside the barrier.

"As expected, the aura of the barrier is completely concealed, the soul power cannot extend out, something must have happened to Protector Yang and the others." Feng Wuchen frowned again.

A strong premonition of ominousness surged in his heart.

Who in the Dragon God Realm is bold enough to make a move against Yang Zilan?

Do they not know the consequences of offending the Dragon God Holy Temple?

Feng Wuchen left a Primordial Spirit Avatar, and with a thought, Feng Wuchen entered the barrier again.

The Ice Attribute power was too strong, and Feng Wuchen couldn’t sense Yang Zilan and Ling Xiaoxiao’s aura.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Hundreds of black shadows suddenly shot out from Feng Wuchen’s Divine Ring, exactly the same as the hundreds of soul puppets from Dragon Venerable and others.

Hundreds of figures swiftly rushed towards all directions of the snowy mountain.

Unable to sense, they had to rely on their eyes to find them.

After more than ten minutes, a puppet discovered the fighting commotion.

Feng Wuchen rushed over at the first moment.

At this moment, Protector Yang Zilan was engaged in an intense battle with a middle-aged man.

The reason why the power of the battle had not spread was due to another Ice Attribute barrier sealing it.

"Zilan, you are not my opponent, stop resisting and come back with me. Do you know what it means for you to stay in the Dragon God Holy Temple?" The middle-aged man said coldly, exuding an air of supremacy over all things.

Yang Zilan, being at the Saint Emperor Realm, had reached the level of a Seven-Star Saint Emperor, with absolutely terrifying strength.

But facing the middle-aged man, none of Yang Zilan’s attacks, including various powerful spells, worked.

She couldn’t harm the man in the slightest.

Instead, Yang Zilan was already seriously injured.

The man’s cultivation was far above Yang Zilan, with powerful aura strong enough to rival Long Qianye.

"Where I stay is none of your business, even if you kill me, I won’t go back with you. The Yang Zilan of that year is already dead!" Yang Zilan said coldly.

"Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink punishment!" The middle-aged man’s eyes turned cold.

"Whoosh!"

"Boom!"

"Pfft!"

In a flash, the man suddenly appeared behind Yang Zilan, palm striking out, causing her to spurt blood and her figure to shoot out, piercing through several mountains.

"Your presence in the Dragon God Holy Temple is an insult to the Martial Soul Holy Palace. If you don’t want to go back, then I will kill you!" The middle-aged man said coldly, a chilling murderous aura emanating.

"Go ahead and kill me, I’ve already been killed by you once." Yang Zilan retorted coldly, her severely injured body unable to rise.

The man frowned slightly, his eyes flashing fiercely, and said coldly, "Do you really think I don’t dare? Killing you, Long Shi Hun and the others will never know it’s me."

"An Eight-Star Saint Emperor bullying a woman, do you have any shame?"

Just as the man finished speaking, Feng Wuchen’s cold and disdainful voice arrived.

At this moment, Feng Wuchen had already entered the barrier set by the man.

"Supreme?" Yang Zilan’s face suddenly changed.

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man frowned slightly, looking at Feng Wuchen in surprise.

Feng Wuchen could enter his barrier silently, which shocked the man.

Not only that, but Feng Wuchen could also endure his Ice Attribute power.

"Supreme?" Hearing Yang Zilan’s exclamation, the man said coldly, "Brat, are you the Supreme of the Dragon God Holy Temple?"

"Is there a problem?" Feng Wuchen shrugged, not even glancing at the middle-aged man.

"Protector Yang, are you alright?" Feng Wuchen asked Yang Zilan.

But just one glance at her gave Feng Wuchen a big shock.

"You... are you Protector Yang?" Feng Wuchen asked, eyes wide with disbelief.

At this moment, Yang Zilan was not some old hag but a young beauty like a celestial maiden.

Yang Zilan’s beauty was not inferior to Ling Xiaoxiao and Miao Qingqing.

"Supreme, you must leave quickly, he will kill you!" Yang Zilan shouted urgently without time to explain.

The middle-aged man sneered coldly, "Since you’ve come, don’t leave."

"You really are Protector Yang?" Feng Wuchen asked in disbelief, ignoring the middle-aged man altogether.

The middle-aged man’s face darkened, unexpectedly encountering an ignorant junior who dared to disregard his presence.

Feng Wuchen took a deep breath and said, "This is too unexpected."

"Supreme, leave quickly, he is from the Martial Soul Holy Palace, he will kill you!" Yang Zilan said anxiously.

"He cannot kill me, don’t worry." Feng Wuchen showed no fear and looked around, asking, "Protector Yang, where are Xiao Xiao and the others?"

Feng Wuchen was trying to find traces of Ling Xiaoxiao and the others.

Yang Zilan hurriedly said, "Xiao Xiao and the others were sealed by him."

"Release them if you don’t want to die!" Feng Wuchen said coldly, with supreme authority in his words.

It was practically an order!

"You’re courting death!" The middle-aged man grew furious, his killing intent soaring into the sky as his face turned ferocious. He flicked his fingers, sending a terrifying Ice Attribute power shooting out.

"Whoosh!"

The terrifying Ice Attribute power, like a lightning bolt, carried a sharp and piercing sonic boom, extremely domineering.

"Supreme, be careful!" Yang Zilan’s face changed drastically, crying out in panic.

But just as that terrifying Ice Attribute power hit Feng Wuchen, it dispersed instantly.

Eerie! Extremely eerie!

"What?" The middle-aged man’s face changed drastically, looking like he had seen a ghost.

"How is this possible?" Yang Zilan was also stunned.

Although Feng Wuchen had hidden his cultivation, Yang Zilan knew of his strength and knew he was no match for the middle-aged man.

But why did such terrifying power disperse in front of Feng Wuchen?

"Martial Soul Holy Palace, huh? I’ll count to three; if you don’t release them, I’ll kill you. If my beloved is even slightly injured, I will make your life a living hell!" Feng Wuchen said coldly, his chilling killing intent locking onto the middle-aged man.