The Feng Zun Journey
As easy as Squeezing an Ant

When Fang Linghai and Gu Shangju heard Feng Zun's warning, they could only bitterly smile.

This was only one of their newly attacked opponents, and there were still so many experts ready and eager to go to battle by their side. 

Moreover, Holy Son Qing Guan from the God Blood Cave was still inside the carriage, he had yet to reveal his face.

How could they possibly succeed in killing their opponents under such circumstances?

It was no exaggeration to say that even though they were fighting against the curly-bearded elder, it had already seized most of their attention, naturally they could no longer prevent another enemy that might come.

“Backed! I see that you are really trying to seek death!"

Ghuo Meng's expression darkened, and he shouted, “Mo King, quickly kill that early immortal little boy. Everyone, close this place down. If anyone dares to attack, kill them on the spot!”

His voice spread throughout the area.

The soldiers took immediate action. 

The demon beast cultivators fully revealed their demon qi, and did not hold it back in the slightest.

Then, they formed a formation and sealed off all the escape paths in the entire Holy Mountain Peak. 

Their momentum was frightening and oppressive. 

Ghuo Meng carried a snow-white hammer and shot towards Gu Shangju in an instant.

Bang out!

Ghuo Mengs mighty body exploded with demonic qi, and his cultivation base surged from the early stage Immortal Realm all the way to the Immortal Peak Realm.

Undoubtedly, like a curly-bearded elder, he had suppressed his cultivation base. 

Now that the battle had begun in earnest, he no longer held anything back.

Fang Linghai and Gu Shangju's expressions instantly became serious, and they no longer dared to split their attention.

Bang out!

The air was immediately thrown into chaos, and the radiance of various divine powers surged one after another.

The four cultivators of the Peak Immortal Realm were locked in a fierce battle, their battle even made the sunlight lose its light, and dimmed the sky itself. 

The others on top of the Sacred Mountain Peak watched, their expressions changing erratically.

Who could not see, that the Blood God Cave faction had openly waged war?

"Little bastard, it's time to die!"

Meanwhile, the red-robed man, Mo King, demanded the murder of Feng Zun. 

His robe fluttered around him, and he threw a ruthless punch while he was still in the air.

Bang out!

The blood-colored fist imprint was the size of a millstone, filled with dense and imposing demon qi. As his fist flew through the air, the sky seemed to howl and wail.

Despite being at the intermediate stage Immortal Realm, but this was an attack from a demon beast cultivator, and its strength was naturally extremely overwhelming.

Clangs!

Fu Yunlong of the Star Sword Pavilion immediately took out his spiritual sword, and was just about to block that fist.

But Feng Zun shook his head, "No need."

When he had just said this, he swung his arm.

Bang out!

The traces of the blood-colored palm were like millstones, suddenly breaking apart as if they were made of fragile paper.

Mo King's red-robed brows narrowed, and his expression changed dramatically.

Was such strength perhaps even possessed by an early stage Immortal cultivator?

He had just thought of this, yet a slender white hand appeared right in front of him all of a sudden and out of nowhere.

Whahuh?

Damnit damnit! 

Cracks!

He felt excruciating pain in his right wrist. His flesh and bones were shattered followed by a burst of blood, his entire right arm had been destroyed.

Then a beautiful white hand gripped her neck!

It was then that Mo King saw clearly, that the white-robed young man he saw as a 'little bastard' had long since appeared right in front of him.

The young man's gaze was calm and deep.

Mo King could even see his frightened and pale face reflected in Feng Zun's eyeballs.

Cracks!

He felt a tremendous pain in his throat, his neck had been shattered. His gaze became blank, and all consciousness left him. His head was drowning to the side.

“Silver Rat Meat is not tasty..” Feng Zun muttered before throwing Mo King's corpse to the side.

Thump!

When it landed on the ground, Fu Yunlong, who had prepared to attack, could not help but laugh bitterly.

Had he fought, killing a demon beast cultivator of the Immortal Realm like that, it would definitely take a while.

Yet against Feng Zun, Mo King was as fragile as old paper!

The other experts present could not help but break out in cold sweat.

He's too strong!

Especially Hong Changhe, just by watching made his hair goosebumps. 

He increasingly realized how lucky he was, when he left his fight against Feng Zun alive. 

This was the first time Feng Zun had killed someone since arriving at the Misty Cloud Mountain.

He had destroyed a mid stage Immortal Realm demon beast cultivator, as easy as squeezing an ant. 

Seeing this, Tianba's eyes widened, and he was fixated on the spot. 

"It's…"

“Damn it! Looks like something is wrong with that young man!”

"How could Elder Mo King just die?"

….A series of shocked cries rang out in the surrounding area.

The demon beast cultivators had already formed a formation, but now, all of them were flabbergasted, astonished, and furious.

Although Ghuo Meng and the curly-bearded elder were locked in a fierce battle, with Fang Linghai and Gu Shangju, but their expressions also changed.

There was no doubt that they had previously misjudged!

That early immortal young cultivator was definitely an extremely hidden expert!

“An ordinary human cultivator is able to kill a mid-stage Immortal demonic beast expert? Since when did that heaven-defying figure exist in the Tang Dynasty?"

The Spiritual Golden Lion watched this scene not far away. He shook his head, his big eyes full of astonishment.

The immortal realms of a human and a demonic beast were two different Dao, their distance as far as mud and clouds. 

It was a barrier that was usually impossible to overcome.

This has been common knowledge since ancient times!

Now, however, in the tiny, small and remote Tang Dynasty, there was an early immortal stage human cultivator, capable of crossing the Dao difference and killing the existence of demonic beasts, The Intermediate-stage Immortal Realm was so easy!

Even though the Spiritual Golden Lion did not know about it, Feng Zun had actually possessed an Immortal God cultivation base.

If not for wanting to hide his existence from Demon Emperor Damballa, he might not have bothered to hide his cultivation base.

Meanwhile...

A hand gleamed like jade, quietly pulling the corner of the curtain of the ornate carriage.

There was no doubt that, the person inside the carriage seemed to be shocked as well!