Dragon God Supreme
Chapter 1060: Feng Wuchen Battles the Devil Monarch (3)

Chapter 1060: Chapter 1060: Feng Wuchen Battles the Devil Monarch (3)

"This is the most terrifying battle I’ve ever seen in my life."

"The strength of the Alliance Hierarch is on par with the Devil Monarch; this battle may not be so easy to end."

"I heard that the Devil Monarch possesses an immortal body. Can the Alliance Hierarch defeat him?"

The spectating crowd, in horror, discussed amongst themselves, their frightened gazes unwaveringly fixed on the deadly duel in the sky.

Feng Wuchen and the Devil Monarch moved incredibly fast, too fast for the naked eye to follow; the people could only feel the fierce collisions and the earth-shattering explosions in terror.

Even Long Tianzhan and Wild Panther couldn’t see their figures.

Their speed was too terrifying, unknowingly surpassing the speed of sound by many multiples.

"Boom!"

The intense close combat continued for a full five minutes, and after a final clash, they both backed off.

Despite the high intensity of the deadly duel and the massive energy expenditure, both Feng Wuchen and the Devil Monarch didn’t show any signs of panting, as if they had just been warming up.

"Feng Wuchen, this Devil Monarch has an immortal body, even if you exhaust your strength, you cannot defeat me," the Devil Monarch said with a slight arrogance.

"Then I’ll turn you into ash!" Feng Wuchen responded coldly.

"Let’s see your capabilities!" The Devil Monarch sneered, his hands condensing a terrifying black energy, his presence overwhelming.

"Rumble!"

The terrifying power even summoned thunder and lightning, with thunder resonating across the Mainland and lightning dragons flashing continuously.

The extreme destructive pressure forced many cultivators to fall, as if the gravity of the earth suddenly increased tens of times.

"Devil Decision! Seraphic Demon Palm!"

The Devil Monarch suddenly clapped his hands together, forcibly merging the two condensed black energies, refining them into an even more terrifying force, and finally, with a loud shout, struck down with a palm.

"Whoosh!"

"Buzz!"

As the Devil Monarch’s palm struck, a hundred-thousand-zhang massive black palm imprint descended from the sky, filled with mystery and terror, its sheer size already frightening, with destructive energy unstoppable.

The demon clan’s Devil Decision, comparable to the Immortal Decision in strength, absolutely not something Earth Grade Martial Skills or Heaven Grade Martial Skills could contend with.

Thus, the power of this palm strike from the Devil Monarch should absolutely not be underestimated by Feng Wuchen.

"Immortal Decision! Primeval Dragon God Fist!"

Feng Wuchen stimulated the Heavenly Dao Divine Power, radiating golden light, amassing a tyrannical and terrifying force in his fists, launching an attack on the hundred-thousand-zhang massive black palm imprint.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Buzz!"

With a barrage of rapid punches, he struck out thousands of punches in an instant, consecutively bombarding, totaling tens of thousands of punches. The descending black palm imprint was forcibly held off by Feng Wuchen, unable to advance even half an inch, and was even blasted back.

"My power is being devoured; his primordial power is devouring my power!" Feng Wuchen thought to himself, but showed no worry.

"Primeval Dragon God Fist, I’ve seen it before. Even if you display a power stronger than that of Long Tianzhan, you still cannot defeat me," the Devil Monarch disdainfully said.

"Oh? Is that so?" Feng Wuchen remained unfazed.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Buzz!"

As Feng Wuchen continued his frenzied bombardment, the hundred-thousand-zhang massive black palm imprint began to tear open cracks that rapidly spread, and the void vibrated and exploded continuously.

"His Divine Power is extremely domineering, the ruling power cannot suppress it at all," the Devil Monarch frowned and thought to himself, once again astounded by the terror of Divine Power.

"Boom!"

As the cracks rapidly spread, Feng Wuchen suddenly shot into the sky like a golden lightning bolt, his fist gathering terrifying energy, his aura overpowering.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

Shooting into the sky, Feng Wuchen carried the momentum of Thunderbolt Weight, his golden light fiercely piercing through the massive black palm print, exploding with a loud bang, shattering the Devil Monarch’s palm print.

"Hiss..."

Seeing this terrifying and spectacular scene, everyone couldn’t help but gasp in shock, their hearts filled with indescribable fear.

"Dragon God Fist Gloves!"

With a thought, Feng Wuchen summoned the Divine Artifact, the Dragon God Fist Gloves.

Once the Divine Artifact appeared, Feng Wuchen’s aura skyrocketed wildly, becoming even more terrifying.

"Ninth Order Forging Divine Artifact!" The Devil Monarch furrowed his brows and his expression deepened.

Feng Wuchen’s power was very domineering, and now with the Divine Artifact, the Devil Monarch did not dare to underestimate him.

"Ninth Order Forging! Has the Alliance Hierarch already broken through to the realm of a Ninth Order Forging Master?" Wang Jiuzhong was greatly shocked, utterly astonished.

"Is it actually a Ninth Order Forging Divine Artifact! How terrifying will its power be?" The crowd was in a state of panic.

Instantaneous movement.

With another thought, Feng Wuchen executed instantaneous movement, appearing in front of the Devil Monarch in an extremely weird and magical manner. His fist, containing domineering and terrifying power, mercilessly smashed down.

"Instantaneous movement!" The Devil Monarch felt a threat from this power.

"Boom!"

"Buzz!"

Feng Wuchen launched a punch, carrying a force that could destroy heaven and earth. The Devil Monarch instinctively blocked with his arms in front, and with a loud bang, the domineering and fierce power blasted the Devil Monarch away, the rolling power even exploding a void into nothingness.

"Lord Devil Monarch!" Blood Demon and Sanhun, among others, became even more alarmed. If the Devil Monarch were defeated, none of their Demon Clan could survive.

"Lord Devil Monarch actually can’t withstand Feng Wuchen’s power, what can we do?" A powerful demon exclaimed in terror.

"Shut up!" Mo Tianwang yelled at him, frightening the latter into immediately closing his mouth.

Even in a defensive state, the Devil Monarch was still blasted away, showing the formidable power of Feng Wuchen’s punch.

"Divine Power combined with the Divine Artifact indeed significantly enhanced the strength, but unfortunately, it still can’t hurt this Devil Monarch!" From afar, the Devil Monarch slowly lowered his hands, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

The Devil Monarch’s sinister smile was extremely unsettling.

"You talk too much." Feng Wuchen coldly spoke, then stretched out his finger, hooking at the Devil Monarch in provocation: "Summon your devil artifact, attack me with all your might. Your current power, I find it unimpressive."

Feng Wuchen’s provocation was quite effective. As the Supreme of the Demon Clan, the Devil Monarch had never encountered someone as arrogantly provoking him like Feng Wuchen; it was an insult to him.

"Is this guy too arrogant? To actually dare to belittle the Devil Monarch!" a three-eyed demon ape exclaimed in astonishment.

Wild Panther solemnly said: "It’s not arrogance, but deliberately trying to infuriate the Devil Monarch to expose his weaknesses."

A surge of anger erupted from inside the Devil Monarch, with a chilling murderous aura sweeping mercilessly.

"Serpaphic Demon Armor!" The Devil Monarch coldly shouted, summoning the Demon Clan’s Divine Artifact armor, its evil aura captivating, and the Devil Monarch’s power also increased.

The Divine Artifact armor’s defensive power was absolutely terrifying.

"Serpaphic Demon Pendant!"

As his aura skyrocketed again, the Devil Monarch coldly shouted once more, summoning another black-colored divine pendant. With both Divine Artifacts summoned, the Devil Monarch’s aura ascended to a more terrifying realm, causing all the spectators from afar to instinctively retreat in fear.