Dragon God Supreme-Chapter 1942 - 1941: Miraculous Methods

Upon hearing Feng Wuchen’s outrageously arrogant voice, everyone’s shocked gaze was fixed unblinkingly on the center of the explosion.

As the energy ripples gradually dissipated, the figure of Feng Wuchen appeared in everyone’s eyes.

Feng Wuchen appeared in front of everyone unscathed.

"Unscathed!" Jiang Shaozhu’s expression drastically changed, his heart nearly leaping out, exclaiming in shock, "With such terrifying power, how could he possibly be unscathed?"

"Impossible!" Zhou Shaozhu’s eyes almost fell out, stupified, "Directly bearing my power, not even dodging, there’s no way he could be unscathed! Absolutely impossible!"

"How did Chen Shao do it?" Ye Ming stared at Feng Wuchen in shock, completely puzzled.

The dozen or so Divine Emperor powerhouses were petrified in terror, unable to utter a word, looking at Feng Wuchen as if he were a monster.

It was too astonishing!

Facing such terrifying power, not even a Nine-Star Divine Emperor, perhaps even a One-Star Divine Sovereign, would dare claim to be unscathed.

Of course, Feng Wuchen wasn’t that monstrous.

Even though Feng Wuchen’s Undying Golden Body realm had improved, it couldn’t outright ignore the terrifying power of Zhou Shaozhu.

Feng Wuchen was unharmed because of the Divine Power of Time and Space; at the moment of the energy explosion, Feng Wuchen had already transferred most of the power to another time and space.

The remaining power, with Feng Wuchen’s Undying Golden Body and two pieces of armor, was entirely bearable.

If Feng Wuchen had solely relied on his flesh and the two pieces of armor to withstand Zhou Shaozhu’s power, he would likely be severely injured if not dead.

"Swish!"

While Zhou Shaozhu was in shock and daze, a figure abruptly flashed into appearance—it was Feng Wuchen.

"So fast! What movement technique is this?" Zhou Shaozhu’s face changed drastically again, his eyes widened once more at the sight of Feng Wuchen before him.

"I couldn’t detect it." Jiang Shaozhu’s heart was also once again greatly shaken.

Looking down at the shocked Zhou Shaozhu with a blank expression, Feng Wuchen said loftily, "Refusing a toast, only to drink a forfeit!"

"Boom!"

"Puff!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Wuchen punched Zhou Shaozhu in the chest, a thunderous explosion echoed, and the overbearing power instantly caused Zhou Shaozhu to spit blood, his body shooting out like a cannonball.

"What kind of power is this? One punch dealt me such a severe blow!" Zhou Shaozhu was utterly terrified, feeling as if his chest was about to explode.

Taking Feng Wuchen’s punch head-on, Zhou Shaozhu finally realized just how domineering Feng Wuchen’s power was.

"Young Master!" The dozen Divine Emperor powerhouses were aghast.

"I’ve never seen someone so strong, what exactly is this power the boy is using?" Jiang Shaozhu frowned deeply, looking at Feng Wuchen with a hint of dread.

Zhou Shaozhu was sent flying thousands of meters away, finally stopping, his expression a bit pale.

With a fierce gaze fixed on Feng Wuchen, Zhou Shaozhu muttered to himself, "What just happened? There’s no reason my power couldn’t harm him, not even a Divine Artifact should be able to completely block my power."

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the tumbling qi and blood in his body, clenching his fists, Zhou Shaozhu flew back and angrily said through gritted teeth, "I refuse to believe he can’t be harmed!"

"Zhou Shaozhu, are you alright?" Jiang Shaozhu asked casually.

"Hmph! This bit of power is far from defeating me!" Zhou Shaozhu coldly replied, his hand clawing, gathering terrible power.

With murderous eyes on Feng Wuchen, Zhou Shaozhu coldly said, "Brat, I refuse to believe you can truly ignore this young master’s power. The Immortal Decision couldn’t harm you, but this young master refuses to believe the Divine Art can’t either!"

"You can try," Feng Wuchen replied without a change in expression.

"Divine Art! Death Soul-Crushing Slash!"

Zhou Shaozhu roared angrily, his right hand gathering horrific power, but he didn’t immediately attack. Instead, he used a movement technique, his figure instantly transforming into a cyan halo and disappearing.

The next second, Zhou Shaozhu abruptly appeared behind Feng Wuchen, mercilessly sweeping his large hand.

"Chen Shao, be careful!" Ye Ming was astounded, hastily shouting.

However, whether Zhou Shaozhu was too fast or Feng Wuchen didn’t react, Zhou Shaozhu’s terrifyingly powered arm directly sliced through Feng Wuchen.

"Heh heh! I refuse to believe you can remain unscathed!" Zhou Shaozhu sneered viciously.

However, just as Zhou Shaozhu finished speaking, the following scene nearly scared him to death.

Zhou Shaozhu’s arm, filled with terrifying power, sliced through Feng Wuchen’s body, yet it penetrated without causing any harm to Feng Wuchen.

"What?" Zhou Shaozhu’s expression changed dramatically; he could clearly see his arm passing through Feng Wuchen’s upper body.

At that moment, it was as if time slowed down.

"What’s happening? Didn’t it hit? No, Zhou Shaozhu’s attack actually passed through him, it’s too bizarre, completely inexplicable," Jiang Shaozhu was stunned on the spot.

Zhou Shaozhu was already baffled, staring dazedly at his right arm, the gathered power still present, but unable to hit Feng Wuchen.

"..." The dozen Divine Emperor powerhouses widened their eyes, mouths agape.

Feng Wuchen’s ability to achieve such marvels was naturally due to the Divine Power of Time and Space.

"The Divine Art isn’t all it’s cracked up to be," Feng Wuchen coldly stated, like a sovereign dominating the world, his imposing aura heavily suppressing Zhou Shaozhu.

Upon hearing Feng Wuchen’s words, Zhou Shaozhu couldn’t help but tremble, a strong fear surging in his heart.

"Impossible! My attack can’t possibly fail to harm you! Are you human or ghost?" Zhou Shaozhu exclaimed in terror, turning toward Feng Wuchen.

"Boom!"

"Puff!"

As he looked over, Feng Wuchen’s fist already arrived, with a thunderous explosion, the domineering power once again caused Zhou Shaozhu to spit blood, unable to withstand Feng Wuchen’s mighty power.

"Young Master!" The dozen Divine Emperor powerhouses were panic-stricken.

"Swish!"

"Swoosh!"

Feng Wuchen slowly raised his right hand, pointing his index finger at Zhou Shaozhu, a dazzling golden light suddenly shot out, mercilessly piercing Zhou Shaozhu’s right shoulder.

"Swish swish swish!"

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

"Ah..."

Feng Wuchen repeatedly struck, his domineering power piercing through Zhou Shaozhu’s left shoulder, then his knee, the intense piercing pain causing Zhou Shaozhu to scream in agony.

"You bastard! You dare to destroy my limbs!" Zhou Shaozhu cursed angrily through gritted teeth.

"Young Master!"

"Brat! Stop at once! You dare injure our Young Master, you’re courting death!"

"Brat! Shenwu Peak will never spare you! Prepare to die!" the dozen Divine Emperor powerhouses shouted in anger, both panic-stricken and terrified.

"Is that so? I just want to find out exactly how I offended Shenwu Peak," Feng Wuchen said expressionlessly, evidently unwilling to let the matter rest.