Dragon God Supreme
Chapter 1217: Revenge

"Buzz buzz!"

At the instant Feng Wuchen vanished, Jiang Shuihan’s punch exploded forward, blasting through the void with a thunderous roar.

But he was still half a step too late; Feng Wuchen had already disappeared.

"Impossible! There’s no way he escaped the barrier!" Jiang Shuihan snarled through gritted teeth, his face twisted in rage.

Dozens of Heavenly Monarch experts searched frantically but couldn’t spot Feng Wuchen’s figure. He had vanished into thin air.

"Wind Shadow... he... disappeared..."

"What kind of movement technique is this? How could he possibly escape the barrier?"

"Did he use teleportation to conceal himself? In such a powerful barrier, it shouldn’t be possible to escape."

Dozens of Heavenly Monarchs were dumbfounded, unable to believe that Feng Wuchen simply disappeared like that.

"Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!" Jiang Shuihan roared in fury, his anger erupting uncontrollably.

Feng Wuchen was gravely injured, completely unable to fight anymore.

By all appearances, Feng Wuchen was doomed to die today.

But no one expected... the cooked duck flew away!

Indeed, a cooked duck, if you’re not careful, can really fly!

"Chase him down immediately! Wind Shadow is severely injured; he won’t get far! Chase him now!" Jiang Shuihan roared angrily, his expression terrifying.

Dozens of Heavenly Monarchs promptly spread out to track him.

Jiang Shuihan was so furious he could hardly breathe. As the Grand Commander of Moon God Palace and the strongest Heavenly Monarch in the Ling Realm, not only had he failed to kill Feng Wuchen, but he had also let the gravely injured Feng Wuchen flee. This was undoubtedly a disgrace.

Unable to capture a heavily injured Feng Wuchen—it would be humiliating for Jiang Shuihan to show his face again.

"Wind Shadow! I, the Grand Commander, will never forgive you!" Jiang Shuihan screamed through gritted teeth, venting his fury in madness.

After unleashing his anger, Jiang Shuihan took out an elixir and swallowed it, sitting cross-legged in the void to heal.

Having escaped the barrier, Feng Wuchen had already reached a secluded part of the mountains. He found a hidden spot and directly entered the Seventh Layer of the Nine Layers Qiankun Tower to heal.

This battle had drained Feng Wuchen of all his strength. Even with five Divine Artifacts, he still couldn’t overpower Jiang Shuihan.

Exhausted, Feng Wuchen took out the Blood Spirit Reincarnation Pill and Yin Yang Return to Origin Pill, swallowing them and entering a healing state.

"That was way too close; I almost lost my life!" Feng Wuchen thought to himself, breathing a deep sigh of relief.

"The Moon God Palace Grand Commander truly deserves the title of Ling Realm’s strongest Heavenly Monarch, but that’s only temporary. Once I break through to mid-level Heavenly Monarch, that throne will belong to me," Feng Wuchen mused, a cold smile curling on his lips.

"Master, they’re closing in!" the Qiankun Tower’s voice warned.

"Hide my aura; they won’t find me," Feng Wuchen transmitted, his confidence unwavering.

True to his word, Feng Wuchen hadn’t fled far—he was still in the nearby mountains.

"Once I’ve fully recovered, it will be their doom!" Feng Wuchen vowed viciously in his heart.

The dozens of Heavenly Monarch experts were carefully tracking him across the surrounding mountain range but were growing increasingly discouraged—they simply couldn’t sense Feng Wuchen’s presence.

"Wind Shadow’s movement technique is truly terrifying; we can’t find a trace nearby."

"Under the Heavenly Deity Realm, only the Grand Commander stands a chance against him."

"Stop wasting time! Find him quickly! If he escapes, we’ll be in trouble later!"

Even recalling the earlier battle filled the Heavenly Monarch cultivators with lingering terror.

Several hours later, inside the Ninth Level of the Qiankun Tower, Feng Wuchen’s injuries and energy had recovered astonishingly fast, and his pale face was starting to regain its color.

"Give me a few more hours, and my injuries will mostly heal," Feng Wuchen thought.

In the Seventh Layer of the Qiankun Tower, several hours had passed, but only half an hour had elapsed in the outside world.

"Master, there are six Heavenly Monarchs nearby," came the voice once more from the Qiankun Tower.

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen’s lips curled into a smirk, his chilling laugh resonating: "If they want to kill me, they shouldn’t blame me for being ruthless."

Time flew by, and after a few more hours, Feng Wuchen’s injuries had recovered significantly.

"After that battle, now that my injuries are healed, I feel my cultivation level has risen a bit," Feng Wuchen muttered to himself.

Clenching his fist tightly, his eyes flashed with lethal intent as he declared: "Jiang Shuihan’s injuries won’t heal for three or five days—this is the perfect chance to eliminate Moon God Palace’s Heavenly Monarchs, and if Jiang Shuihan is still around... heh!"

With that, Feng Wuchen exited the Nine Layers Qiankun Tower.

The total time taken was six hours, while in the external world, just over one hour had passed.

Meanwhile, the Moon God Palace’s Heavenly Monarch experts were still combing the mountains for Feng Wuchen.

"We’ve searched everywhere nearby; Wind Shadow must have returned to Tianying Pavilion. Let’s head back."

"Could he really have escaped while gravely injured? Even with the artifact spirit’s help, it doesn’t seem possible."

The Heavenly Monarch cultivators discussed amongst themselves.

"Are you looking for me?"

Suddenly, amidst their conversation, a chilling voice echoed from behind them, sending shivers down their spines.

"Wind Shadow!" The five Heavenly Monarchs turned pale with fear, spinning around to face the speaker.

Feng Wuchen’s voice was etched into their memories permanently.

But the moment they turned and saw Feng Wuchen, despair overwhelmed them.

"This... how is this possible? How could your injuries recover so quickly?"

"This must be an illusion! With such severe injuries, recovery should take at least half a month! This can’t be real!"

"A demon! He’s a demon!"

The five Heavenly Monarchs were utterly terrified, refusing to believe that Feng Wuchen had healed so quickly.

"You shall all perish!" Feng Wuchen declared coldly, his piercing killing intent surging like a storm. A dagger materialized in his hand.

The assassin’s dagger of Tianying Pavilion!

"Be careful!" the five Heavenly Monarchs cried out in alarm, unleashing their power in a desperate attempt to resist.

But it was too late.

"Swish swish swish!"

"Slash slash slash!"

Feng Wuchen’s figure blurred as he shot forward, flashes of cold light slicing through the air. One by one, the five Heavenly Monarchs were silenced with fatal slashes to their throats.

Against Feng Wuchen’s terrifying speed, they never stood a chance.

"You failed to kill me; now, it’s my turn to kill you!" Feng Wuchen growled, his gaze swiftly locking onto the original battlefield in the mountains.

"So Jiang Shuihan really is there. Your death is imminent!" Feng Wuchen uttered before vanishing in a flash.

Each time Feng Wuchen reappeared, it heralded death for several Heavenly Monarchs, their lives ending amidst sheer terror.

His presence alone was their nightmare!

Meditating and healing, Jiang Shuihan suddenly sensed something amiss; his tightly shut eyes snapped open.

"They’re all dead! What’s happening?" Jiang Shuihan frowned, his face clouded with confusion as he could no longer sense the life forces of his subordinates. His unease grew.

It baffled him—who could possibly eliminate dozens of Heavenly Monarch experts in such a short span?

"Jiang Shuihan." Amid his confusion, Feng Wuchen’s chilling voice suddenly echoed in his ears.

"Wind Shadow!" Jiang Shuihan’s expression shifted dramatically.