Dragon God Supreme
Chapter 1142: Heavenly Monarch Strongman

Chapter 1142: Chapter 1142: Heavenly Monarch Strongman

"A disciple from the Glazed Light Sect, Dong Yunfei, has been murdered!"

"Dong Yunfei has been murdered! His throat pierced by a sword in an instant!"

"It was too fast! I couldn’t see anything and have no idea who did it."

People running out of the tavern began to shout in panic.

"Did I hear that right? That bastard got taken out?"

"Oh? Dong Yunfei is dead? That’s good news. At least the City Lord’s daughter won’t have to marry him, now we all have a chance."

"Serves him right! Bastards like him deserve to die!"

On the streets, nobody pitied Dong Yunfei; instead, they were overjoyed, and a chorus of cheers erupted along the bustling streets.

"A late-stage King Realm’s power is just this, with my current strength, I’m half a Heavenly Monarch. If I go all out, perhaps I could even contend with a true Heavenly Monarch powerhouse," said Feng Wuchen with a faint cold smile, as a glint of anticipation and excitement flashed through his dark eyes.

Sensing the disciples of the Glazed Light Sect pursuing him, Feng Wuchen’s lips curved into a slight cold smile.

His figure flickered in quick succession, and in the blink of an eye, he had vanished from the end of the street.

"Stop! Don’t run!"

"Brat! You won’t live to leave after killing a disciple of the Glazed Light Sect!"

"Block him! Don’t let him escape! I will send a message back immediately."

Several disciples from the Glazed Light Sect pursued him with speed, their anger boiling over and murder in their hearts.

Just moments ago, they were still contemplating the future, but none of them expected Dong Yunfei to be taken out by a stranger, shattering their beautiful dreams, and anger surged within them.

The disciples of the Glazed Light Sect chased all the way to the outskirts of the city, only to find Feng Wuchen waiting for them in the high skies not far away.

But Feng Wuchen had already transformed into Wind Shadow.

Back at the Pleasure Cloud Tower, no one paid attention to Feng Wuchen. The moment Feng Wuchen made his move, he was invisible to the eye, and by the time the people of the tavern reacted, Feng Wuchen had already disappeared without a trace.

"Do you have something to say?" Feng Wuchen asked with a mocking gaze sweeping over the five disciples, as he smirked coldly.

"Who are you? Why did you kill Elder Brother Dong?" one of the disciples shouted angrily, grinding his teeth, his face muscles twitching violently.

"Stop the nonsense and just kill this lad!" shouted another disciple with a particularly fiery temper, and he was the first to charge at Feng Wuchen.

"Killing a disciple of the Glazed Light Sect, you only have one path – death!"

Their anger seemed to take over their bodies and minds, completely forgetting how Dong Yunfei had died.

Dong Yunfei, being a late-stage King Realm, was above all five disciples in cultivation. Yet even with Dong Yunfei’s cultivation, he couldn’t escape the fate of the throat-piercing sword, let alone the five disciples.

Their attack was undoubtedly a path to their own demise.

Gazing coldly at the five disciples charging towards him, Feng Wuchen smirked, "You are no match for me, and you’re not my target either. Don’t come seeking your own death because I will show no mercy."

However, the disciples of the Glazed Light Sect did not heed Feng Wuchen’s threat at all.

"You’ve brought this upon yourselves." In Feng Wuchen’s hand, a dagger now mysteriously appeared, its glint fleeting, and an aura captivating enough to seize the soul swept forth.

"The Tianying Dagger! You are a man from the Tianying Pavilion!" Seeing the dagger around Feng Wuchen, one of the disciples exclaimed shockingly, terror flashing in his eyes.

The existence of the Tianying Pavilion was undoubtedly a nightmare for countless cultivators in the Heavenly Realm.

"What? An assassin from the Tianying Pavilion?" The other disciples also exclaimed in shock, their eyes bulging as they stared at Feng Wuchen, a hint of terror flashing through.

"Hmph! Too late to realize." A dangerous smile curved the corners of Feng Wuchen’s mouth, and then in an instant, he exploded forth with incredible speed, his presence overwhelming.

Feng Wuchen’s speed was terrifyingly fast, swift as lightning, a black streak that was there and gone in a flash.

"What... what kind of speed is this? An assassin of the Heavenly-grade?" asked a disciple with a pale, frightened face.

"Not good! Dodge quickly!" a Disciple suddenly shouted loudly.

"Too late." Feng Wuchen’s chilly voice suddenly rose.

"Ssst!"

The moment Feng Wuchen’s voice sounded, a strange flicker of cold light, a Disciple’s neck spurted a jet of fresh blood, and he fell to the ground on the spot.

"Disciple Zhang!" Four Disciples screamed in horror.

They began to panic, unable to avoid such terrifying speed.

Dong Yunfei’s cultivation was higher than theirs, and even he could not avoid it in time, let alone the four of them who were inferior to Dong Yunfei.

"Regretting now is already too late!" Feng Wuchen’s cold voice sounded again.

To the four of them, Feng Wuchen’s icy voice sounded like the death sentence from the Grim Reaper.

"Ssst!"

Another flash of cold light, another Disciple had his throat sealed by Feng Wuchen’s sword, Feng Wuchen moved like a ghost, undetected by them.

"Disciple Liu, we must escape! We’re no match for him, if we don’t leave now, we will..." one Disciple said in utter fear.

However, before he could finish, he would never speak again in this lifetime.

A bloodstain had somehow appeared on that Disciple’s neck, and with his hands clutching at his neck, he fell without uttering another word.

The last Disciple, his face pallid with fear, shook all over as he looked at Feng Wuchen like one would look at a demon, the breath of death so overwhelming that he struggled to breathe.

"Don’t... don’t kill me..." the Disciple pleaded in terror, his teeth chattering.

"That won’t do, now that you know my identity, how can I let you live?" Feng Wuchen said emotionlessly, his figure bursting forth as he spoke, as fast as lightning, with a wild aura.

"No... Please no..." the Disciple was extremely fearful, his soul already scattered.

"Stop!"

Just then, a deep and furious shout arose. Terrifying pressure descended from the sky, instantly covering the entire Proud Cloud City with an overwhelming force that caused many cultivators’ hearts to tremble, and their breathing became difficult, as if the entire sky was bearing down on them.

"This aura is... the Great Elder of Glazed Light Sect!"

"The Great Elder of Glazed Light Sect!"

"What’s happening? Why is the Great Elder of Glazed Light Sect so enraged?"

The sudden terrifying pressure and presence disturbed the major families of Proud Cloud City and the City Lord.

"The Heavenly Monarch Realm!" Feeling this terrifying presence, Feng Wuchen’s face suddenly turned pale.

"Whoosh!"

"Buzzing!"

An extremely terrifying pillar of green energy burst forth, its intense sonic boom deafening, the space and Proud Cloud City shaking violently as it passed.

"Dragon God Shadow!"

Feng Wuchen’s face changed once more, and with a low shout from his heart, he hastily used his skills to dodge.

"Boom!"

The terrible green light flashed by, striking a majestic mountain in the distance. With a thunderous rumble, the mountain instantly collapsed, its destructive power extremely terrifying.

"Great Elder! Save me quickly!" The terrified Disciple, hearing a familiar voice, suddenly cried out in ecstasy.

"With the initial stage of Heavenly Monarch Realm cultivation, such strength is truly terrifying." Feng Wuchen frowned deeply, looking solemnly towards the void.