Chapter 2732 - 2731: The Power of a Single Punch

"Unfathomable?" Ghost Soul’s old face grew increasingly serious.

The Golden Crow Clan Leader continued, "Feng Wuchen’s speed seems only a bit faster than Young Master Tianxu, but in fact, it’s on par with mine, perhaps even more terrifying."

"The strength of Feng Wuchen is something that doesn’t give off any aura fluctuations, a power that this Clan Leader has never seen before. No one knows the extent of this power’s might, nor how much of his true strength he has used."

"Facing Young Master Tianxu, Feng Wuchen showed no signs of pressure, and his eyes remained calm. This clearly indicates that his strength surpasses that of Young Master Tianxu."

Listening to the Golden Crow Clan Leader’s analysis, the expressions of Ghost Soul and other top experts grew increasingly solemn.

"Clan Leader Golden Crow, are you confident?" Ghost Soul asked gravely.

"Hard to say." The Golden Crow Clan Leader shook his head slightly.

The more unfathomable Feng Wuchen appeared, the less confident they felt.

Who knows if Feng Wuchen’s power is an endless abyss?

"Is Feng Wuchen’s strength really that terrifying? It seems this power has indeed reached the level of the defeated. Even in soul state, the power is exceptionally strong," Ghost Soul muttered with a frown.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Buzz buzz!"

A high-intensity melee battle unfolded. Even with just fists and kicks, the power remained terrifying, the explosions deafening, shaking heaven and earth. Immeasurable energy ripples possessed a crushing force, devouring everything.

The fierce battle saw both sides evenly matched in strength.

"Hmm, not bad at all, using the opponent’s strength to temper the body is comparable to the Thunder Soul Pearl’s tempering," Emperor Yuanshi’s light laughter came.

"Emperor Yuanshi, you saw through it," Feng Wuchen transmitted with a smile.

Feng Wuchen had not unleashed his full strength to slay Wang Tianzhong, instead wanting to use the powerful battle to reinforce his own body.

However, as the melee dragged on, the high-intensity combat greatly drained strength, and Wang Tianzhong’s aura gradually weakened.

Slowly, Wang Tianzhong began to fall behind, unable to withstand Feng Wuchen’s fierce and domineering offense.

Several of Feng Wuchen’s attacks landed on Wang Tianzhong, forcing him to retreat step by step.

In desperation, Wang Tianzhong actively distanced himself, abandoning close combat.

"Young Master can’t hold on," Yuan Hong frowned.

Ghost Soul said gravely, "Feng Wuchen’s strength should easily defeat Zhong’er."

The Golden Crow Clan Leader said solemnly, "If it really comes to a fight, Feng Wuchen might defeat Young Master Tianxu in just one strike."

The Golden Crow Clan Leader wasn’t implying Wang Tianzhong was weak, but rather that Feng Wuchen’s strength was just too strong.

"Feng Wuchen’s strength and speed haven’t weakened at all, but my strength has greatly depleted. His body is frighteningly powerful, and my attacks have no effect on him. Close combat is extremely disadvantageous to me," Wang Tianzhong thought, increasingly shocked.

The high-intensity battle had already caused tingling in Wang Tianzhong’s limbs, while Feng Wuchen’s domineering attacks seemed capable of directly breaking through his defenses.

"Abandoning close combat is a wise choice," Feng Wuchen grinned, not even out of breath.

"Feng Wuchen, you haven’t used your full strength yet, have you?" Wang Tianzhong asked coldly.

Feng Wuchen shrugged, smiling, "You guessed it, didn’t you?"

"So it’s true," Wang Tianzhong thought with a frown, "I’ve already given my all, and he hasn’t used his full strength. His power is indeed above mine. Let me see your stronger power."

"Buzz buzz!"

Thinking of this, Wang Tianzhong’s eyes flashed viciously, and his hands quickly formed seals. He unleashed all his power, a vast and overwhelming aura piercing the sky, capturing the mind.

"Ancient Immortal Arts! Primordial Creation Slash!"

With a loud shout, Wang Tianzhong swung his giant hand.

"Swoosh!"

"Buzz buzz!"

A massive energy slash tens of thousands of feet in size burst forth with earth-shattering might. The power surged violently, accompanied by a sharp and ear-piercing sonic boom, the offensive extremely frightening, giving an impression of invincibility.

One must admit the power of Immortal Arts was terrifying.

"Feng Wuchen, let me see how much stronger your strength is than mine!" Wang Tianzhong’s eyes were fixed on Feng Wuchen, eager to know the gap between them.

"The Young Master is testing Feng Wuchen’s strength," Yuan Hong also focused his gaze on Feng Wuchen.

The Golden Crow Clan Leader, Ghost Soul, and others, their solemn gazes also turned to Feng Wuchen, equally eager to know the depth of Feng Wuchen’s power.

As the massive, destructive energy slash tens of thousands of feet wide shot towards him, Feng Wuchen’s expression remained unchanged and calm.

"Divine Art! Sky Dragon God Punch!"

As the energy slash drew within a few dozen meters, the Ancestor of All Fires was activated. Feng Wuchen spoke softly, his fist gathering terrifying power, burning with white flames.

"White flames?" Wang Tianzhong was amazed, looking in shock at the white flames covering Feng Wuchen’s fist.

"Such terrifying aura—what kind of flame is this?"

"The white flame’s aura is more frightening than the Ancient Divine Fire! It makes this Hall Master feel a strong sense of dread!"

"Even the clan flames of the Golden Crow aren’t this terrifying."

The appearance of the white flames filled the Golden Crow Clan Leader and Ghost Soul and others with great shock. The sheer terrifying aura was enough to instill a sense of severe danger.

"Rumble!"

"Buzz buzz!"

With a simple light strike, Feng Wuchen punched towards the incoming energy slash. With a booming earth-shattering sound, the Holy Realm’s space trembled violently.

As Feng Wuchen’s punch landed, in the extremely shocked gaze of the Golden Crow Clan Leader and others, Wang Tianzhong’s energy slash shattered and disintegrated.

The massive energy slash, tens of thousands of feet in size, was broken apart.

"What?" Wang Tianzhong’s eyes bulged in horror, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! He can shatter my Immortal Arts with just one punch? How can this be?"

"Such terrifying strength, the Young Master’s Immortal Art power has reached Eight-Star True Immortal, yet Feng Wuchen can destroy it with one punch!"

"I can’t believe it; this kid is simply a monster."

The Golden Crow Clan Leader and Ghost Soul and their group were utterly shocked; to shatter such a fearsome Immortal Art power with just a punch was beyond even the Golden Crow Clan Leader’s capabilities.

"Is Feng Wuchen’s strength truly this terrifying?" Ghost Soul was filled with disbelief, utterly terrified.

The Golden Crow Clan Leader took a deep breath and thought, "One-on-one, this Clan Leader is definitely not his match! Was the Great Power using Feng Wuchen to eliminate us?"

With the might of a single punch, the effect was profoundly intimidating.

What Feng Wuchen used was merely a Divine Art, only employing the Ancestor of All Fires, which allowed such unimaginable destructive power to explode forth.

"Do you have any more powerful Immortal Arts? Go ahead and use them. I can hardly wait to kill you," Feng Wuchen said with a faint cold smile.