Chapter 2644 - 2643: Is a True Immortal Really That Powerful?

"Kid Feng! Well done killing him!"

Long Shitian was the first to leap out laughing, he couldn’t be more satisfied.

"Exactly! Well killed! That old bastard was begging to die! Even dying ten thousand times wouldn’t be enough!"

"That was so damn satisfying! Really feels good! He deserved to die! Haha!"

"Even a True Immortal expert couldn’t stop him! What a disgrace! Zhu Tianmo, if I were you, I might as well just drop dead."

The Dragon God Clan people shouted excitedly, almost crazed, all the anger and frustration they’d been suppressing finally venting out.

That feeling was even more exhilarating than being reborn.

The dumbstruck Dragon God Holy Temple crowd and the seated powerhouses finally realized how terrifying Feng Wuchen really was, and excitement gradually surfaced on their faces.

Long Shihun Ce conferring Supreme, really wasn’t wrong!

Only now did they understand how stupid it had been to oppose Feng Wuchen.

Doubting Long Shi Hun was laughable, because they were the real frogs at the bottom of the well.

Who can kill someone right under a True Immortal expert’s nose?

Even Long Shi Hun doesn’t have that ability.

Yet Feng Wuchen did it with ease.

"Feng Wuchen! You actually dare kill a Demon Clan elder of mine!" Zhu Huang roared in fury, his face ferocious, killing intent soaring to the heavens.

Zhu E Hun clenched his teeth and bellowed, "Feng Wuchen! You’re courting death!"

Killing the Demon Clan Second Elder right in front of a True Immortal expert was basically asking to die.

Feng Wuchen grinned and said, "Sorry, my hand slipped."

Your hand slipped?

Heavens, can you come up with a more ridiculous excuse?

Crushing Zhu Chenxin’s throat, and you call that a hand slip?

As soon as Feng Wuchen said this, Zhu Tianmo and Elder Wuji and the others were completely blown up with rage, the skin on their old faces twitching violently, they all wished they could tear Feng Wuchen into pieces.

"Old Clan Leader! Kill this little beast!" Zhu E Hun roared in fury.

Zhu Tianmo’s old face showed an anger he’d never had before, and he lowered his voice with a growl: "Brat, do you have any idea what happens if you anger me?"

"The consequences?" Feng Wuchen was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhu Tianmo, and shook his head with a cold smile: "I honestly don’t. Is it you die and I live? Or I live and you die? Why don’t you tell me?"

Hearing this, Zhu Tianmo’s old face turned green with rage, an extremely terrifying killing intent erupted wildly, almost tangible, pressing down so hard people could barely breathe.

"Buzz buzz!"

The true power of the True Immortal Realm burst out, vast and immeasurable, a terrifying force surging like mountains collapsing and seas roaring, shaking every corner of the Holy Realm, its might towering to the sky.

This extremely destructive power was several times more terrifying than before.

"Zhu Tianmo’s power went up!" Long Shiyun’s old face changed.

"So this is his full strength?" Long Xiaoyang’s brows furrowed deeply, the terrifying power forcing him to feel fear he couldn’t suppress.

"So Zhu Tianmo really wasn’t using his full strength." Long Shi Hun felt extremely unwilling inside.

Zhu Tianmo erupting with even more terrifying power made everyone present feel fear once again.

Countless cultivators were once again caught up in the terrifying tremors, once again dominated by fear.

Only Feng Wuchen remained as indifferent as ever, with no change in his expression.

Zhu Tianmo gnashed his teeth and shrieked, "Brat! If I don’t kill you, I swear I’m not human!"

Ignoring Zhu Tianmo’s sky‑flooding killing intent and terrifying power, Feng Wuchen sneered again: "Anyone can flap their lips. Honestly, Zhu Chen dying is a good thing, that old bastard was no good person, and you lot are no good either, the entire Demon Clan is nothing but trash."

"Brother Feng, a million Demon Clan members have stepped into the Dragon God Realm, they’re planning to control all the subordinate powers under the Dragon God Holy Temple!" Long Xiaoyang shouted.

"Oh? A million clansmen stepping into the Dragon God Realm?" Feng Wuchen shot Long Xiaoyang a surprised look, then turned his gaze to Zhu Tianmo and the others, sneering: "Let me get this straight, sending a million clansmen over just to die, that’s not so great, right? You sure you don’t want to think it over?"

"What? You scared now?" Zhu Huang roared.

Feng Wuchen shrugged and laughed: "Just feels a bit too few."

"Feng Wuchen! Hand over your life!" Zhu Tianmo suddenly roared, stomping on the void as he shot out, like a streak of black lightning, his aura seizing people’s souls.

His speed was several times faster than before.

His offensive power was basically in an invincible posture.

In that instant, everyone in the Dragon God Holy Temple held their breath, staring unblinking at Feng Wuchen.

Elder Wuji and Zhu Hun and the others all tensed up as well.

Can Feng Wuchen really fight Zhu Tianmo?

Who’s stronger and who’s weaker between the two?

Everyone was full of anticipation.

"Boom!"

"Buzz buzz!"

In a flash, Zhu Tianmo arrived, his fist containing destructive power slamming fiercely into Feng Wuchen’s chest. With a heaven‑shaking boom, the destructive energy ripples spread, and with an overwhelming, unstoppable momentum, rolled wantonly in all directions.

Devouring everything.

In the blink of an eye, the space within a million zhang was completely covered by this power.

The Holy Realm’s space suffered an unprecedented terrifying impact, true doomsday had arrived.

Yet this terrifying, extremely destructive force blasting into Feng Wuchen made everyone present instantly petrified in shock, their eyeballs almost popping out.

Zhu Tianmo was dumbstruck too, his expression wide‑eyed and stupefied.

Faced with Zhu Tianmo’s terrifying power, Feng Wuchen didn’t move a single inch, not even furrowing his brows, his handsome face still wearing that faint, calm smile.

Feng Wuchen hadn’t defended at all, nor did he mobilize any power.

Feng Wuchen just stood there, letting Zhu Tianmo attack.

How terrifying was this level of strength?

"Th‑this... how is this possible..." Zhu Tianmo’s old face was written full of shock and disbelief.

As a True Immortal expert, bursting out with full strength, that world‑destroying power actually couldn’t shake Feng Wuchen in the slightest!

How could Zhu Tianmo possibly accept this?

Long Shi Hun and the others, along with Elder Wuji and his group, were all struck dumb at this moment, unable to utter a single word.

Everyone stood frozen, completely petrified.

This scene was too shocking, too terrifying.

"Zhu Tianmo, is being a True Immortal supposed to be impressive?" Feng Wuchen asked blandly.

When Feng Wuchen asked that earlier, Zhu Tianmo felt Feng Wuchen was extremely ignorant and stupid.

But when Feng Wuchen asked it again, Zhu Tianmo realized the truly ignorant and stupid one was himself.

Zhu Tianmo’s old face was already replaced by fear, and he shook his head, saying, "Impossible! Impossible! I am of the True Immortal Realm, you absolutely cannot be stronger than me, absolutely impossible!"

The more Zhu Tianmo spoke, the more worked up and furious he became.

He’d spent a hundred thousand years just to get a chance to step into the legendary True Immortal Realm.

Yet this terrifying realm’s power couldn’t shake Feng Wuchen in the slightest.

Zhu Tianmo could not accept this reality.

"Smack!"

Feng Wuchen swung a slap across, and asked coldly, "Is being a True Immortal really that great?"

That slap from Feng Wuchen stunned Zhu Tianmo once again.

The highest ruler of the Demon Clan, and a holder of the legendary True Immortal Realm, actually got slapped hard by a junior.