Chapter 2647 - 2646: Beating Up Zhu Tianmo

"What’s this? The dignified leader of the Demon Clan, who has stepped into the legendary True Immortal Realm, is afraid of death?"

Seeing Zhu Tianmo’s terrified appearance, Feng Wuchen mocked with a smile.

Zhu Tianmo was furious internally but dared not act out.

In front of an absolute powerhouse, Zhu Tianmo simply couldn’t muster the courage.

"Feng Wuchen, I know this is not your power. Though this strength is greater than mine, I’m not someone you can insult as you please," Zhu Tianmo snarled through gritted teeth.

"Slap!"

As soon as Zhu Tianmo finished his words, Feng Wuchen slapped over, so fast that Zhu Tianmo couldn’t react at all.

Being slapped by Feng Wuchen once again, Zhu Tianmo’s anger surged to the sky.

How could the proud leader of the Demon Clan tolerate such humiliation from a junior?

"So what if I insult you? I didn’t just insult you; I even slapped you in the face," Feng Wuchen said coldly.

"Feng Wuchen!" Zhu Tianmo’s old face was ferocious, wishing to tear Feng Wuchen apart, but he forced himself to hold his anger.

Right now, Zhu Tianmo didn’t dare to make a move.

Because Feng Wuchen might kill him at any moment.

After cultivating for a hundred thousand years to reach the True Immortal Realm, it’s hard to imagine, Zhu Tianmo is more afraid of death than anyone.

"Boom!"

"Puff!"

As Zhu Tianmo roared, Feng Wuchen punched, with a loud explosion, and Zhu Tianmo in the True Immortal Realm spat out fresh blood, his figure shot out like a black lightning bolt.

"Old Clan Leader!" Elder Wuji and others were horrified.

"Hiss..."

Everyone in the Dragon God Holy Temple, including the three ancestors of Long Shi Hun, gasped with fear and their expressions grew more intense.

A single punch could make a True Immortal vomit blood.

What kind of terrifying power is this?

"How is it possible? Such tyrannical power, a single punch can hurt me, what kind of power is this?" Zhu Tianmo was immensely shocked, unable to believe that Feng Wuchen possessed such terrifying power.

As a True Immortal, Zhu Tianmo’s power could absolutely crush countless masters in the Holy Realm. He couldn’t believe that Feng Wuchen could make him vomit blood with a punch.

But amidst Zhu Tianmo’s shock and fear, he suddenly felt a terrifying suction pulling him back forcibly.

This terrifying suction, Zhu Tianmo still couldn’t resist.

At this moment, Zhu Tianmo felt like an ant in front of Feng Wuchen.

"There must be casualties in a battle, otherwise how can it be called a battle? Isn’t that right, old Clan Leader Zhu Tianmo?" Feng Wuchen’s face brimmed with a chilling wicked smile.

Being forcibly pulled back, Zhu Tianmo was immensely terrified, feeling helpless, as if he had fallen into the eighteenth level of hell, making him extremely scared, even desperate.

Unable to break free from this terrifying force, Zhu Tianmo snarled through clenched teeth: "Feng Wuchen, should you kill me, even as a ghost, I will not spare you!"

"Slap!"

"Puff!"

Feng Wuchen slapped viciously again, the force so strong that Zhu Tianmo spat blood, his old face was deformed.

"Good slap!" Long Shitian shouted excitedly, and everyone in the Dragon God Holy Temple began to get excited.

"Being a ghost? Do you have the qualifications?" Feng Wuchen mocked coldly: "With your abilities, even as a ghost, what then? You’d still be beneath my feet! Don’t say you’re just in the True Immortal Realm now, even if you were stronger than True Immortal, I would still crush you beneath my feet."

Zhu Tianmo’s face turned green from anger, feeling aggrieved but dared not and couldn’t do anything.

Who made Feng Wuchen stronger than him?

"Slap!"

"Puff!"

With those words, Feng Wuchen slapped again, the force so great that Zhu Tianmo spat blood once more, losing several teeth.

This slap worsened Zhu Tianmo’s injuries considerably.

His old face was already swollen, and a scorching pain spread across Zhu Tianmo’s entire body.

This was the greatest humiliation for Zhu Tianmo.

Elder Wuji and others watching from afar dared not intervene, terrified to the extreme.

"Zhu Tianmo, so many in the Dragon God Holy Temple are seriously injured, this is your doing, right? If I don’t let you shed some blood, how am I supposed to answer to them? Don’t you agree?" Feng Wuchen smiled brightly at Zhu Tianmo.

Seeing Feng Wuchen’s smile, Zhu Tianmo panicked.

"Hand over the Dragon God Totem, and perhaps I could spare your life," Feng Wuchen smiled brightly.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Tianmo’s old face changed drastically, his heart pounded wildly.

How should he say this? To expose the mysterious True Immortal behind him? Wouldn’t that be suicide?

But if he didn’t reveal it, Feng Wuchen wouldn’t spare him either.

"That True Immortal should not leave me to die, right?" Zhu Tianmo thought to himself, now he could only gamble.

"Dragon God Totem? I didn’t seize the Dragon God Totem, how can I hand it over?" Zhu Tianmo said coldly, pretending ignorance.

The Dragon God Totem was indeed not taken by Zhu Tianmo.

Staring at Zhu Tianmo, Feng Wuchen smiled faintly: "Even if you didn’t take the Dragon God Totem, surely with your cultivation, you know who did, am I right?"

Zhu Tianmo said coldly: "I don’t know."

"Are you sure you won’t say? Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you? Hope you won’t regret it." Feng Wuchen sneered.

"Feng Wuchen, however much you threaten me, I simply don’t know." Zhu Tianmo asserted sternly, that mysterious True Immortal’s power was terrifying, Zhu Tianmo dared not betray him.

Besides, Zhu Tianmo still needed the mysterious True Immortal to help him enhance his cultivation.

"Boom!"

"Puff!"

As Zhu Tianmo finished speaking, Feng Wuchen punched, tyrannical force shaking Zhu Tianmo so that he spat blood, feeling as if his internal organs were about to be vomited.

The force was even more terrifying than before.

"Damn it! How strong has this little beast Feng Wuchen become?" Zhu Tianmo was angry yet terrified.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Puff puff puff!"

Feng Wuchen unleashed a frenzied assault, using both fists and kicks, heedless of life and death, continuous explosions, beating Zhu Tianmo into spitting blood continuously, a cacophony of screams.

"Will you speak? Will you speak? Will you speak?"

"Who took the Dragon God Totem?"

Feng Wuchen coldly demanded while inflicting aggressive attacks, ruthless to the extreme.

"Old Clan Leader..." Elder Wuji and others were utterly terrified, dared not interfere, simply watching with eyes wide open.

Regret consumed them completely.

The entire Dragon God Holy Temple was now a cacophony of excited cheers.

"Is a True Immortal impressive? Daring to act recklessly in the Dragon God Holy Temple, even daring arrogance before me? What are you?" Feng Wuchen cursed while brutally attacking, slapping incessantly.

After several minutes, Zhu Tianmo was extremely injured, hands and feet broken, body deformed, with only half a breath left.

Weakly and fearfully, Zhu Tianmo pleaded: "Please...stop hitting, stop hitting..."

"Zhu Tianmo, I thought you had more backbone, tell me, who took the Dragon God Totem." Feng Wuchen sneered.

Zhu Tianmo said: "Ancient Profound Venerable."