War Without Limits stared blankly at Feng Wuchen, he simply couldn’t believe it—Feng Wuchen had really slapped him just now!

The dignified leader of the Seven Divine Realms’ seven Great Main Gods, who dared to slap him?

Yet today, he was slapped publicly by a junior.

Indeed, Feng Wuchen had slapped War Without Limits!

A storm of anger erupted madly, and the terrifying aura of a one-star Great Main God surged forth intensely, capturing the soul. War Without Limits instantly went berserk, his eyes blood-red, filled with killing intent.

"Smack!"

But just then, Feng Wuchen slapped him hard once more, leaving War Without Limits dumbfounded again.

"What? Want to kill me? Who gave you the guts? Zhu Sha, or the strong ones from the Holy Realm?" Feng Wuchen said coldly.

"Smack!"

Feng Wuchen retaliated with yet another slap, leaving the befuddled War Without Limits without time to dodge.

"Feng! Wu! Chen!" War Without Limits completely lost it, roaring in rage.

"Try shouting again!"

"If you want something, you must have the right attitude. Not only do you not have it, you dare to order me. What do you take me, Feng Wuchen, for? Who do you think you are?"

"You can waste a bit more time if you wish; I don’t mind. But whether you can survive the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, I wouldn’t know."

Feng Wuchen said coldly, completely ignoring the towering anger of War Without Limits.

Feng Wuchen’s cold words instantly awakened the enraged War Without Limits, extinguishing his fury in an instant.

"Sir Feng, please!" War Without Limits gestured politely, not daring to show any more anger.

War Without Limits knew very well that Feng Wuchen was doing this intentionally, nitpicking on trivial matters.

"Smack!"

Feng Wuchen slapped again, leaving War Without Limits’ old face red and swollen.

"Apologize!" Feng Wuchen said coldly after the slap.

After slapping someone several times, he still demanded an apology?

What nonsense is this?

War Without Limits nearly spat out three liters of blood from anger; this was simply too much!

"I’m sorry, Sir Feng." War Without Limits swallowed his anger, apologizing with sincerity.

"Wouldn’t it have been easier if you’d done this earlier?" Feng Wuchen mocked. If Feng Wuchen wasn’t confident against War Without Limits, he definitely wouldn’t have dared to do this.

"Sir Feng, please return to the Seven Divine Realms." War Without Limits said politely, with a smile on his swollen face.

The people of the Dragon God Alliance were already dumbfounded.

"Everyone train hard. Strive to ascend to the Divine Realm early, Qing Liu, take care of Ling’er." Feng Wuchen smiled at everyone; then ascended high into the sky.

"Rest assured, Hierarch." Qing Liu said respectfully.

"See off the Hierarch!" The people of the Dragon God Alliance knelt down, excited and exhilarated.

Who else in the Heavenly Realm could make the leader of the Seven Divine Realms’ seven Great Main Gods beg to return, or slap him several times without retaliation?

It wasn’t until Feng Wuchen disappeared into the rift that Bright Moon emerged from the palace.

"He’s gone further and further away; I’m destined never to catch up with his pace. He and I are simply not of the same world." Bright Moon murmured softly, with complex emotions in her beautiful eyes.

"Not a different world, but the Hierarch is a monster. Train hard, and next time it’ll be our turn to ascend." Chasing Moon suddenly appeared beside Bright Moon, sensing the sadness in her heart.

"A monster?" Bright Moon smiled faintly.

Meanwhile, Feng Wuchen had already arrived at the Seven Divine Realms with War Without Limits.

This great Buddha was certainly hard to invite.

"Feng Wuchen, looks like even without me acting, someone will take you down for me." Zhu Sha mocked as he watched the indifferent Feng Wuchen.

"Oh? Is that so?" Feng Wuchen said indifferently.

"Feng Wuchen, I must admit, you have more guts than the average person. You’re already against us, and you even provoke Beast Spirit Mountain and the Temporal-Spatial Divine Realm." Bai Xiaotian sneered coldly.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Feng Wuchen replied coldly.

"Hmph! You’re on the brink of death and still so stubborn!" Xu Mie scoffed: "Whether you’ll survive today is still uncertain."

"Again, does it have anything to do with you?" Feng Wuchen scanned Xu Mie with disdain.

"Of course, it has nothing to do with me. I’m just here to watch." Xu Mie shrugged and sneered.

Feng Wuchen chuckled coldly: "Then open your dog eyes wide and watch closely."

"Feng Hun Shan, Green-Scaled Soaring Python, the person you seek is here, take him and leave." Zhu Sha said coldly.

"Send the order, all fierce beasts return to Beast Spirit Mountain!" Green-Scaled Soaring Python shouted, his voice echoing throughout the Seven Divine Realms.

After respectfully glancing at Feng Wuchen, the Green-Scaled Soaring Python left with dozens of terrifying fierce beasts.

Yes! They left.

Yet earlier, didn’t they boast they would tear Feng Wuchen to pieces?

Feng Wuchen came, but the Green-Scaled Soaring Python left—what’s happening?

The smiles on Xu Mie and others instantly froze on their faces, feeling as if they were slapped hard across the face, burning fiercely.

Zhu Sha’s old face turned a shade duller, even he couldn’t understand the situation.

"Hmph! Zhu Sha, you win this time. We’re leaving! Relay the order, everyone back to the Temporal-Spatial Divine Realm!" Feng Hun Shan snorted coldly.

Feng Hun Shan and hundreds of powerful ones really left.

"Feng Hun Shan! What do you mean by this?" Zhu Sha asked darkly.

Feng Hun Shan did not respond, as the hundreds of powerful ones had already left.

What’s going on this time?

What does this have anything to do with Zhu Sha?

Zhu Sha wished for Feng Wuchen’s death, what was Feng Hun Shan implying with those words?

Everything happened too suddenly for Zhu Sha and his ilk to react.

Previously, they were determined to force the handover of Feng Wuchen at any cost for revenge for their sons, but now that Feng Wuchen appeared, they fled as if they’d seen a ghost.

What’s all this about?

"Is it nice to watch? Why aren’t you laughing anymore? Weren’t you laughing so happily a moment ago?" Feng Wuchen asked Xu Mie and company with a smile.

Feng Wuchen’s words were like a sharp knife piercing Xu Mie’s heart.

"..." Xu Mie and others flushed with embarrassment, fists clenched, their lungs about to explode with anger, eager to tear Feng Wuchen to pieces.

Zhu Sha’s old face alternated between green and white, a strong sense of humiliation filling his being.

"Is it Dantong secretly threatening them?" Bai Xiaotian gritted his teeth in anger, dying to strike down Feng Wuchen, though he dared not act rashly.

"Impossible, how dare Dantong come to the Great Archon Temple?" Huitian said darkly with anger.

"We were played!" Ruo Wushuang said grimly.

"This old hag is smart; you’ve all been played." Feng Wuchen smiled faintly.

"What... what did you say? How dare you call me an old hag?" Ruo Wushuang fumed, trembling with anger.

"You’re quite old, calling you an old hag isn’t too much. Or do you want me to call you Granny? You don’t look the part either." Feng Wuchen shrugged and sneered.

"Outrageous! You’re seeking death!" Ruo Wushuang erupted in rage, unleashing the terrifying aura of the Seven Stars Great Main God.