Dragon God Supreme
Chapter 1076: Feng Wuchen, Help Me!

Chapter 1076: Chapter 1076: Feng Wuchen, Help Me!

"Damn it, you scared the hell out of me."

"Bastard! Who is it? Come out if you have the guts, I won’t beat you to death!"

"Using a dead man to scare people! If I catch you, I’ll chop you into minced meat!"

The guards at the auction were cursing furiously.

"Hey, he’s not dead, he’s still alive, but all the bones in his limbs have been crushed." A guard suddenly said, shivering from the sight of Mo Tian’s miserable condition.

"He’s really alive, that’s too cruel, right? What did he do, did he mess with someone’s wife to deserve such torture?" Another guard exclaimed in horror, looking at the pitiful scene of Mo Tian with cold sweat dripping down his back.

"The person who did this is too ruthless!" Another guard said tremblingly, looking at Mo Tian’s miserable state, as if it had happened to himself.

Mo Tian lay in agony at the entrance of the auction house, unable to move, his blood already staining the ground red.

The pain almost made Mo Tian pass out, but he forced himself to stay conscious.

With such severe injuries, once he passed out, he would never wake up again in this lifetime.

There’s a kind of pain that hurts just to look at.

"What’s all this noise?" At that moment, an elder came out and scolded the guards.

"Reporting to the Third Elder, we don’t know who did it, but someone threw a severely injured person at our auction house entrance, his limbs’ bones have all been crushed, it’s very tragic." A guard hurriedly reported respectfully.

"Oh? This happened?" Third Elder Nie Fengyun said in surprise, quickly stepping forward to take a look.

"He’s injured so badly, how did he survive? Wait a minute..." After seeing Mo Tian, Nie Fengyun’s aged face suddenly changed dramatically, his old eyes staring fixedly at Mo Tian.

"Third Elder, I feel like this guy looks somewhat familiar." A guard said, feeling more familiar the more he looked at Mo Tian.

"You... you are the Demon Clan young master, Mo Tian!" After a moment of shock, Nie Fengyun suddenly exclaimed.

"What? Mo Tian? He is Mo Tian?" Several guards were shocked and frightened.

"Right! It’s him! He is Mo Tian, I just said he looked familiar." One guard affirmed confidently.

Lying on the ground, Mo Tian’s pale face showed a hint of a tragic smile.

On the streets, the moving crowd was stirred and gathered around.

"It really is the Demon Clan young master!"

"Retribution! Retribution! The Demon Clan was annihilated, and he was the only one who escaped, but to end up like this!"

"Third Elder, kill him!"

The crowd kept shouting vengefully without stopping.

Hearing the crowd’s cursing, Mo Tian’s heart was filled with despair.

"Indeed, it’s retribution." Mo Tian thought to himself with a bleak smile.

The people of the Mainland view the Demon Clan with deep hatred, wishing to shatter them into pieces.

"Mo Tian, you brought this upon yourself." High above, the soul of Yin Yang Tian sneered coldly. After confirming Mo Tian’s fate, Yin Yang Tian’s soul flickered away.

"You beast! The Demon Clan killed my entire family, I’ll slaughter you! To avenge them!" Suddenly, a person roared in anger, about to strike Mo Tian with his palm.

"Stop!" Nie Fengyun quickly intervened, saying, "Although Mo Tian deserves his crimes and should die a thousand deaths, we cannot kill him now. The Alliance Hierarch has been searching for him, and although we don’t know who brought him here, now that we’ve found Mo Tian, we must report to the Alliance Hierarch."

"That makes sense, let’s leave him to the Alliance Hierarch to deal with!" The people agreed one after another.

Feng Wuchen saved countless lives in the Mainland, and he is regarded as the savior of the Mainland, almost revered like a god.

Now that Nie Fengyun has voiced his opinion, no one dares to object.

Nie Fengyun does not dare to delay, and immediately takes the severely injured Mo Tian to the Dragon God Palace.

"Who goes there?" a guard at the Dragon God Palace challenges.

"Auction house Nie Fengyun, requesting an immediate audience with the Alliance Hierarch, Demon Clan’s Young Master Mo Tian has been captured," Nie Fengyun respectfully reports.

"Please inform the Third Elder," the guard immediately steps aside.

"Reporting to the Hall Master, Mo Tian has been captured by the Third Elder of the auction house," another guard quickly moves to report in the grand hall.

"Mo Tian?" Feng Wuchen slightly startled, frowns and says, "Wasn’t Mo Tian with the souls of Yin Yang Tian? How did the Third Elder capture him?"

"Brother Feng, let’s go out and see," Liu Qingyang hurriedly says.

When Feng Wuchen and the rest arrive outside the grand hall, they are all shocked to see the disfigured Mo Tian next to Nie Fengyun.

"Alliance Hierarch, I have already administered a Healing Pill to him," Nie Fengyun respectfully reports.

"Who was so ruthless to have broken all the bones in this beast’s limbs!" Bai Mie is horrified.

"He’s turned into a cripple! Who exactly did this? I need to thank them properly!" Liu Qingyang says vindictively.

"Those who commit vile deeds meet similar fates,"

"If he died, he would deserve it!"

"Hall Master, kill him! Completely annihilate the Demon Clan!"

"Exactly! This beast deserves to die!"

The people of Dragon God Palace begin cursing in anger.

"It must have been the souls of Yin Yang Tian," Ling Xiaoxiao says, only glancing once before turning her head away, unable to bear looking at Mo Tian’s terrible state.

Feng Wuchen looks emotionlessly at Mo Tian, unaware of how much pain and torture Mo Tian has endured, and how he has managed to survive until now.

"Feng Wuchen, kill me or flay me, as you wish, I know I will not survive today, just kill me," Mo Tian says weakly, a pale smile on his face.

Today, Mo Tian is like a rat crossing the street, everyone shouting to beat and kill him.

"I will not kill you," Feng Wuchen says expressionlessly, his gaze fixated on the tragic figure of Mo Tian.

"Do I not even have the right to die by your hand?" Mo Tian says sarcastically.

"You are the Demon Clan’s Young Master, the strongest genius of the Demon Clan, of course, you have the right. I can’t comprehend the amount of pain and humiliation you’ve had to endure to survive until now, but your eyes tell me, you don’t want to die," Feng Wuchen says indifferently.

Hearing these words from Feng Wuchen, Mo Tian shudders, overwhelmed by intense grief.

In others’ mouths, all Mo Tian hears are curses and insults, calls for beatings and killings, driving him to despair.

But from Feng Wuchen’s mouth, Mo Tian hears pity.

Mo Tian’s eyes well up, tears shamefully fall down, his repressed sadness and grievances suddenly swelling in his heart.

"Feng Wuchen, help me!" Mo Tian sobs, his red eyes filled with hatred, he roars: "I want revenge! I want revenge! I can’t accept being humiliated by that despicable Yin Yang Tian soul, I want to tear his body apart and scatter his soul!"

In his mind, continuous images of Yin Yang Tian soul’s brutal torture appear, filling Mo Tian’s eyes with hatred as he madly vents his heart’s grief and fury.

Seeing this face of Mo Tian, Liu Qingyang and the others fall silent; they do not know the extent of pain and humiliation Mo Tian endured, but they can guess some of it.

Looking at the pleading Mo Tian, Feng Wuchen says, "I will help you."