Dragon God Supreme
Chapter 1192: Crushing All the Way

Chapter 1192: Chapter 1192: Crushing All the Way

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Bai Hun, Su Xuan, and the others immediately darted over to Feng Wuchen’s refinement furnace. Their gazes settled on the blue Immortal Sword, their expressions riddled with shock.

The artifact refiners in the square were similarly astounded, their eyes fixed on the sword hovering above the refinement furnace.

The fact that Bai Hun and the three elders had been drawn in was proof enough of the extraordinary power of the Immortal Sword Feng Wuchen had refined.

Bai Hun extended his hand, and the sword shot skyward, erupting with dazzling blue light.

Surging True Yuan energy poured into the sword, which instantly transformed into a colossal energy blade spanning ten thousand feet, exuding overwhelming might that shook the crowd.

"What a magnificent Premium Immortal Sword! It’s almost on par with a Heavenly Grade Immortal Sword!" Bai Hun exclaimed in admiration. With another wave of his hand, the sword flew back to him.

Gripping the sword tightly, Bai Hun unleashed a torrent of sword intent that burst outward, proud and commanding, his presence towering like a god.

"Gulp..."

Everyone present felt their souls tremble, utterly terrified by Bai Hun’s overwhelming sword aura.

Aside from being a Celestial Immortal Grade Artifact Refiner, Bai Hun was also a formidable expert in the Heavenly Deity Realm.

Even Chi Qingshan, reputed as the strongest Heavenly Deity Realm cultivator in the Ling Realm, dared not presume he could defeat Bai Hun.

Chi Qingshan might not fear other Heavenly Deity Realm powerhouses, but Bai Hun was someone who instilled deep apprehension.

"Such a powerful Immortal Grade Immortal Sword—I wouldn’t dare claim I could forge one like it. This blade is undoubtedly the pinnacle of its grade," Bai Hun praised, his assessment glowing with approval.

"President, you flatter me. While this sword is strong, it is still far from matching the Immortal Artifacts you forge. At the end of the day, it is just an Immortal Grade Immortal Sword," Feng Wuchen said with a humble smile.

"Brother Feng, you’re too modest," Bai Hun replied with a faint smile. "In all my years, this is the first time I’ve encountered an artifact refining genius like you. Even Ying’er is no match for you."

Bai Hun’s words sent a jolt through the hearts of the powerful figures from various factions. His address of Feng Wuchen had subtly changed to "Brother Feng."

Bai Hun, whose status in the Ling Realm—and even the entire Heavenly Realm—was paramount, rivaled only by Ying Hun. Even the eight Great Heavenly Emperors had to show him deference.

For someone of such transcendent standing to address Feng Wuchen as "Brother Feng" was a clear acknowledgment of him as a peer.

"Has Bai Hun decided to oppose Emperor Ling? Knowing full well that Emperor Ling seeks Feng Wuchen’s life, he still dares to try and form an alliance," Chi Qingshan thought darkly, his expression slightly grim.

Still, this was Bai Hun’s domain, and moreover, it was the Artifact Refining Tournament. Chi Qingshan dared not act against him outright but had already clandestinely sent a message to the Spirit Emperor Temple.

"Young Master Yun is the Heavenly Realm’s foremost artifact refining genius; he naturally has his exceptional merits. I am only at the Heavenly Grade Realm. President, your praise is unnecessary," Feng Wuchen said humbly, clearly not wanting to attract undue attention.

"Though I’ve broken through the Innate Grade Realm, I must admit I cannot forge such a powerful Immortal Grade Immortal Sword. Brother Feng, you need not downplay your abilities," Yun Wuying admitted, candidly acknowledging his inferiority to Feng Wuchen.

Feng Wuchen could only offer a helpless smile and chose to remain silent.

As time went on, many participants in the artifact refining competition completed their tasks, while others gradually failed and exited the stage.

Two hours later, the refining competition came to an end.

Out of 213 participants, 83 were eliminated.

Regardless of whether they were Immortal Grade or Heavenly Grade Artifact Refiners, most of them had only forged Spiritual Artifacts to secure their advancement.

From the second round onward, the competition shifted into a true artifact refining contest, with victories determining who advanced and who was eliminated.

Yet in the subsequent rounds, Feng Wuchen advanced effortlessly, crushing his opponents without even breaking a sweat.

The Immortal Artifacts Feng Wuchen refined were unmatched. Some opponents even chose to forfeit on the spot.

Feng Wuchen’s overwhelming refining prowess once again left the crowd in awe.

Immortal Grade Artifact Refiners such as Shi Potian and Liu Tianyu advanced smoothly as well.

The veteran Heavenly Grade refiners like Li Yun also made it to the next stage.

Ultimately, 16 artifact refiners entered the finals.

With only ten spots available, six of the sixteen would be eliminated.

"Up next is the final round. Six Heavenly Grade Artifact Refiners and ten Immortal Grade Artifact Refiners will compete. Everyone desires the qualifications to enter the Heavenly Tomb, so to ensure fairness, Heavenly Grade will compete against Heavenly Grade, and Immortal Grade against Immortal Grade. Opponents will be determined by drawing lots," the presiding elder announced.

"This is wonderful! Truly wonderful!"

"The heavens have opened their eyes! If we were up against the Heavenly Grade Refiners, especially Feng Wuchen, we’d stand no chance."

"With Heavenly Grade competing among themselves, three will be eliminated, leaving us Immortal Grade Refiners with five spots. We actually have a chance of securing a position!"

The Immortal Grade Artifact Refiners erupted with elated cheers. This new development was nothing short of a boon for them.

Even the previously eliminated Immortal Grade Refiners harbored some grievances but dared not voice them—it was, after all, the finals.

The sixteen refiners were split into two groups and drew lots.

The Heavenly Grade refiners were under immense pressure; none of them wanted to draw Feng Wuchen, as the result would be inevitable elimination.

"Please, let it not be Feng Wuchen!" the five remaining Heavenly Grade refiners silently prayed.

Feng Wuchen, on the other hand, remained composed. With his refining prowess, even the likes of Bai Hun posed no threat to him, let alone other Heavenly Grade refiners.

"Li Yun! Thankfully, it’s not Feng Wuchen! Excellent! There’s still hope!" an elderly refiner exclaimed in relief upon seeing Li Yun’s name.

"Phew! Thank the heavens! It’s not Feng Wuchen," another elder sighed, the burden lifting from his shoulders.

"Feng Wuchen!"

The moment an older refiner saw the name on his lot, his face turned ashen, his body trembling violently, despair written all over him.

Facing Feng Wuchen, victory was essentially impossible—unless Feng Wuchen failed to refine his artifact.

But that possibility was minuscule. Feng Wuchen had effortlessly triumphed in every round thus far, always producing Immortal Artifacts.

"Master, who did you draw?" Qiao Sanfeng eagerly asked as Feng Wuchen walked down.

"Zhou Hai—I’m up first," Feng Wuchen replied with a faint smile.

Once the drawing was complete, all eyes turned to the matchup board.

When Feng Wuchen’s name appeared, the crowd burst into an uproar.

"Feng Wuchen versus Zhou Hai! It’s over! Zhou Hai is doomed!"

"Going up against this monster, defeat is certain!"

"Finally making it into the finals, only to face Feng Wuchen. What rotten luck."

"Elder Zhou Hai must be absolutely devastated."

The onlookers buzzed with sympathy for Zhou Hai. No one believed he stood a chance against Feng Wuchen, whose refining prowess was simply terrifying.

Zhou Hai’s face was pale, and the pressure was immense, but he clung to a sliver of hope.

"Heavenly Grade Artifact Refiner Zhou Hai versus Feng Wuchen," the presiding elder’s voice echoed across the square.

The two contenders stepped onto the stage at the same time. The crowd erupted in excitement, every gaze locking onto Feng Wuchen, their enthusiasm palpable.

"Feng Wuchen! Feng Wuchen!" The frenzied crowd chanted Feng Wuchen’s name, their voices resonating throughout the entire guild.

Watching Feng Wuchen forge Immortal Artifacts was nothing short of a mesmerizing spectacle.

"Begin refining!" the presiding elder declared loudly.