Chapter 715

Whoosh!

Feng Wuchen appeared out of thin air to Rakshasa Wu Qing's left and flicked his finger through the air.

Buzz!

A metallic, ear-piercing hum emanated from Feng Wuchen's index fingertip, while a wisp of green smoke drifted away.

"Rakshasa Wu Qing, my patience is limited. You'd better think this through," Feng Wuchen said calmly, his icy gaze fixed on Rakshasa Wu Qing.

"You dare kill them? I guarantee that none of the cultivators of the Rakshasa Holy Temple will forgive you!" Rakshasa Wu Qing said gloomily, both frightened and worried inside.

Feng Wuchen spread his hands and smiled faintly. "You're right. I can't bear to kill them. If you don't believe me, feel free to test it."

"Feng Wuchen!" Seeing Feng Wuchen's seemingly amused and mocking expression, Rakshasa Wu Qing grew even more flustered.

Feng Wuchen grinned. "Whether you agree or not, all of you will die tonight."

Whoosh!

The instant Feng Wuchen finished speaking, he stomped his right foot fiercely against the floor. With a thunderous boom, the entire ruin shook violently as his body shot out like a black streak.

Feng Wuchen was terrifyingly fast. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Kṣetra Qing Cang.

"Qing Cang, watch out!" Kṣetra Qing Tian roared.

Yet Feng Wuchen threw a plain, unadorned punch straight into Kṣetra Qing Cang's chest.

Crack!

Bang!

The domineering and mighty force of the punch landed with a crisp crack. The sound of shattering bones rang clearly as a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Eastern Emperor Qing Cang's injuries worsened.

"How can he be this terrifying?" Eastern Emperor Qing Cang's eyes widened in horror. He could not withstand the power of Feng Wuchen's punch at all. His body flew backward, smashing a hole through the wall before he fainted outright.

"Eastern Emperor Qing