Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 1582 - 1582 1572 Deliberate Provocation_1

1582: Chapter 1572: Deliberate Provocation_1 1582: Chapter 1572: Deliberate Provocation_1 “Quick, look!

That’s Han Feng who recently became a Dragon God Guard.

Who provoked him?”

“Who’s that guy in the golden armor?

He doesn’t seem to be from the Dragon God Ancient City.

I’ve never seen him before.”

“Have you noticed?

That guy in the golden armor doesn’t seem to be a Dragon Cultivator.”

…

In less than fifteen minutes, a good number of people arrived, clearly familiar with Han Feng.

More were eyeing War God Wushuang, and some detected no Dragon Breath in Wushuang’s aura, guessing that he was not a Dragon Cultivator.

Of course, some also noticed Long Yan and Long Chen, as well as Han Cuan’s corpse not far away.

With a bit of thought, the situation could be deciphered.

“War God’s Sixth Transformation, Wind and Cloud Immeasurable!”

Out of the blue, boundless light of the War God burst from Wushuang’s body.

Forming the Profound Mystic Seal with both hands, he activated the sixth transformation of War God’s Nine Transformations.

His terrifying aura suppresses the void, and above the Sky Dome, wind and cloud change colors.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen Wushuang perform the War God’s Nine Transformations.

The legacy of the War God Clan is indeed powerful.”

Long Yan’s gaze fluctuated.

The Nine Transformations of the War God was Wushuang’s true move.

Under this move, Han Feng was going to suffer.

In an instant, the Power of the War God evolved into a method.

Amid the stirring clouds, it looked like a dazzling sun suppressing from the sky – the sun falling to the world.

“Damn it!”

Han Feng’s complexion slightly changed.

Wushuang’s move put tremendous pressure on him.

All this happened in an instant.

The terrifying force shrouded from above, and Han Feng was immediately engulfed, the Power of the War God intending to shatter the Void itself.

Within the typhoon vortex, Han Feng endured the terrifying attack.

This time, many people sweated for Han Feng.

Such a strong attack, Han Feng probably won’t escape unscathed.

“Roar!”

The next moment, a dragon chant echoed from within the storm, followed by a gigantic flame dragon surging out, burning away the Power of the War God with ferocious flames.

As the Flame Dragon dissipated, Han Feng emerged, looking somewhat in disarray.

Wushuang’s move didn’t harm him, but it did have some impact.

“You’re not a Dragon Cultivator?”

Han Feng looked at Wushuang and asked.

Having fought Wushuang until now, he had figured out that Wushuang was not a Dragon Cultivator.

“Of course, I’m not a Dragon Cultivator.”

Wushuang did not deny this fact.

“You’re not a Dragon Cultivator yet dare to enter the Dragon God Ancient City.

All the more reason you should die.”

A murderous intent rose in Han Feng’s eyes.

The Divine Dragon itself was prideful, and Dragon Cultivators who inherited the Divine Dragon Legacy also inherited this trait.

Han Feng, a respectable Dragon Cultivator, was unable to gain any advantage against Wushuang, and even suffered a bit.

This aggravated his rage.

“Although you’re a Dragon Cultivator, you’re still a bit weak.

You can’t beat me.”

Wushuang declared.

He had pretty much assessed Han Feng’s strength and was confident that he could defeat him.

“Big talk!”

Han Feng sneered.

In an instant, he reached out and a long sword appeared in his hand.

It seemed to be an Emperor Weapon with a majestic dragon pattern flowing on the blade.

This Emperor Weapon, nurtured by Divine Dragon Power, was stronger than ordinary Emperor Weapons.

“Fire Dragon Swallowing the Sun!”

Overflowing power of the Laws burst out from Han Feng’s body, with the intimidating Dragon Might.

Flames seemed to burn in the surrounding Void, and the Emperor Weapon in his hand emitted the sound of wind and thunder.

“It’s that move.

That’s Han Feng’s killing move, he’s getting serious.”

Seeing this, the eyes of many lit up.

This was Han Feng’s killer move, which even equal level Dragon Cultivators dare not underestimate.

Han Feng was getting serious!

Gradually, a mighty flame dragon began to circle around Han Feng.

Its power rose to an unprecedented level, so high that not even those at the Silence Destroying Emperor Stage would dare to underestimate it.

“Die!”

All of a sudden, Han Feng’s foot flashed, and he directly stood on top of the flame dragon’s head.

Controlling the flame dragon, he lunged at Zhan Wushuang.

The Imperial weapon in his hand slashed down fiercely, and a horrific flame sword light burst forth, splitting the sky and the earth in two.

“This move has some power.”

Zhan Wushuang’s expression remained unchanged, acknowledging that Han Feng’s move was indeed a threat to him.

At the same time, Zhan Wushuang flipped his palm, bringing forth a bronze gate in his hand.

An ancient aura permeated the air, and the surrounding space seemed to be sealed and suppressed by a strange power.

“Seal God’s Door, break!”

The Seal God’s Door shot out, instantly expanding to several tens of feet in size.

A terrible force surged forth from the Seal God’s Door, suppressing the void.

“Boom!”

In an instant, the Seal God’s Door collided with Han Feng’s powerful attack, resulting in a monumental explosion.

The space collapsed immediately, and a rampant force of destruction unfurled.

Just at that moment, both the flame dragon and the dragon-shaped sword light were shattered by the Seal God’s Door and Han Feng was sent flying backward.

“Pfft”

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out and diffused into the air as a mist of blood.

Han Feng’s strongest move was undoubtedly defeated by Zhan Wushuang.

At this moment, the Seal God’s Door shrank in size and returned to Zhan Wushuang’s hand.

“So, that’s all a Dragon Cultivator can do?”

Zhan Wushuang looked at Han Feng and said slowly.

Upon hearing this, Long Yan could only muster a bitter smile.

Han Feng was already quite strong – it was just unfortunate that he was up against Zhan Wushuang.

However, the words of Zhan Wushuang were like needles to the ears of the other people.

It was quite clear that Zhan Wushuang was belittling the Dragon Cultivators and the entire Dragon God Ancient City!

“Such an arrogant jerk!

He’s daring to act recklessly in the Dragon God Ancient City.

He’s simply asking for trouble!”

Indeed, just after Zhan Wushuang’s words fell, a figure took flight, looking coldly at him.

This was a middle-aged man, somewhat thin, wearing a yellow robe and exuding a more substantial aura than Han Feng.

“And who might you be?”

Zhan Wushuang looked at the man in the yellow robe and asked.

“Dragon God Guard, Wang Mang!”

The man in the yellow robe uttered five words.

“Senior Brother Wang, these three men are not Dragon Cultivators, nor are they part of the Dragon God Ancient City.

They killed Han Cuan.”

Han Feng told Wang Mang.

“You three have committed a capital offense.

If you want to spare yourselves dismemberment, best take your own lives now.”

Wang Mang coldly stated.

In his eyes, the three of Long Yan were already dead.

“Seems like you’re a bit more potent than Han Feng, hence the confidence.”

Long Chen looked at Wang Mang, took a step, and arrived in mid-air.

He spoke to Zhan Wushuang, “Wushuang, I’ll handle this guy.

It’s been a long time since I’ve truly had a chance to exert my strength.”

Like Zhan Wushuang, he also broke through to the True Self Emperor Stage but hadn’t really unleashed his full power yet.

“Alright.”

Zhan Wushuang nodded and right now put away the Power of the War God.

He flew down from the sky and arrived beside Long Yan.

Meanwhile, Han Feng withdrew.

He had suffered a heavy blow from Zhan Wushuang and lost his ability to fight.