Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven

Chapter 1895 - 1886: Nothing More Than This

"Hm?"

As soon as he spoke, everyone present couldn’t help but furrow their brows.

Song Hao let out a cold snort, then said disdainfully, "You don’t know life from death."

As his voice fell, a genius from some great clan flashed out, "Where did this no-name nobody crawl out from? You think you’re worthy of taking the Supreme Divine Weapon?"

"Buzz..."

As his voice fell, he stirred the cultivation in his body that hadn’t yet been suppressed; he actually still had the seventh level of the Ancient God Realm, clearly much higher than most people present.

"Swoosh!"

This young man was named Wan Sheng, from the Wan Family, son of the current Family Head.

His whole body turned into a streak of afterimage and, in the blink of an eye, appeared before Mo Wangchen, intending to blast him back with one palm and snatch away the Dragon and Phoenix Map.

"Overestimating yourself."

Mo Wangchen sneered. He neither dodged nor retreated; instead, his right fist clenched tight as he punched out to meet him.

"Bang!"

A dull thud rang out.

The next instant, Wan Sheng’s entire body was blasted flying by Mo Wangchen’s Fist Force.

"Ah!"

He let out a miserable cry, his face instantly turning pale. As he coughed up mouthfuls of blood, his body also crashed heavily onto the distant ground.

"What?!"

This scene shocked many of those present.

Obviously, everyone here had their cultivation suppressed. For Wan Sheng to still retain the strength of the seventh level of the Ancient God Realm was already very rare, far above most of the people in the field.

But now, in Mo Wangchen’s hands, he was actually so vulnerable, which was far too unexpected.

"Who are you?"

From the Wan Family’s side, an elder expert stepped out.

He frowned deeply, not making a rash move.

Clearly, being able to defeat Wan Sheng with one punch showed that this young man before them still retained extremely strong cultivation, most likely above Reverse Life.

In the field, leaving aside the older generation of experts, among the younger generation, those who could still maintain Reverse Life Realm strength were only two.

They were the Xuanling Saintess Ruan Xinyu, and the Cangli Saint Song Hao!

These two were top-tier prodigies in all of Lizhou, famous throughout the world.

But then who was this young man in front of them?

He was not a Saint Heir of any Sacred Land; in fact, to everyone here, he could be said to be utterly unknown.

Yet he could do the same as Ruan Xinyu and Song Hao, still retaining the strength of the Reverse Life Realm.

"You can call me Mo Wangchen." he said flatly.

"You think that just because you’ve taken the Dragon and Phoenix Map, you can easily walk out of here?"

Just then, Song Hao stepped out. He raised his head to look at Mo Wangchen, a proud expression on his face as he continued, "Hand over the Dragon and Phoenix Map. Perhaps I might spare your life."

"Just you?"

Mo Wangchen laughed. Outside, Song Hao’s true strength was likely at the Peak of the ninth level of the Reverse Life Realm, someone he definitely could not beat.

But here, with everyone’s cultivation equally suppressed, relying on his Divine King Body, Mo Wangchen had absolute confidence that he could overpower anyone.

"The Dragon and Phoenix Map is right here in my hand. If you think you’ve got the ability, you’re welcome to come try and snatch it." Mo Wangchen raised the Dragon and Phoenix Map in his hand, speaking in an utterly provocative tone.

"Courting death!"

A cold gleam flashed in Song Hao’s eyes. Looking across the world, among the current younger generation, no one had ever dared speak to him like this.

In his eyes, this Mo Wangchen was just a no-name nobody, yet he dared provoke him like this—simply seeking his own death.

"Buzz..."

As his words fell, a vast Reverse Power surged out from Song Hao’s body.

Now, although his cultivation was suppressed down to the first level of the Reverse Life Realm, the aura emanating from him still wasn’t something to be taken lightly.

"Swoosh!"

Under the gaze of everyone present, he brought two fingers together, then pointed from afar toward Mo Wangchen.

A streak of Sword Light flashed forth, illuminating all directions. It stabbed so painfully into everyone’s eyes that they couldn’t help but shut them.

The Sword Force filled the entire field, carrying an incomparably terrifying aura as it came crashing down toward Mo Wangchen.

"Extinguish!"

Mo Wangchen gave a cold snort; he had long since been prepared to strike.

Facing Song Hao’s incoming Sword Light, he neither dodged nor retreated. Instead, his palm reached forward and then clenched in the air.

"Crack!"

The Sword Light instantly shattered, without the slightest warning, exploding above Mo Wangchen’s head and dispersing into nothingness.

"Nothing more than that." Mo Wangchen smiled faintly.

"Kill!"

Song Hao was completely enraged, a shocking cold light in his eyes. Then his figure turned into an afterimage, charging toward where Mo Wangchen stood.

"Perfect timing."

Mo Wangchen laughed. In close combat, before his Divine King Body, anyone would be utterly vulnerable.

His right fist clenched tight as Reverse Power roared within his body, endlessly gathering onto his fist.

"Rumble!"

Finally, under the gaze of everyone present, he blasted out with a single punch.

The Fist Force was terrifying to the extreme, as if able to crush everything, and its speed was so fast that Song Hao had no time to react.

"Ah!"

He let out a miserable scream, his face instantly turning deathly pale. His entire body was directly smashed flying by that punch, spewing mouthfuls of blood, his eyes turning listless.

"Cangli Saint? That’s all you’ve got. With just you, you want to take the Dragon and Phoenix Map from my hands? Go back and cultivate for another hundred years."

Mo Wangchen laughed loudly, then unhesitatingly put the Dragon and Phoenix Map away.

His gaze swept across the field, passing one by one over the experts from the major powers.

Everyone’s brows were tightly furrowed; even Nangong Wushang and Liu Wuxiang had grave expressions.

Because they could clearly sense that Mo Wangchen’s current cultivation was definitely higher than that of all of them.

"This person must possess some kind of special physique. The Forbidden Power here hasn’t affected him much at all." Liu Wuxiang said.

"What do we do now?" Nangong Wushang asked with a frown.

A Jiang Family expert spoke, "Right now, if we force a fight with him, we’ll most likely be the ones to suffer."

"Then what harm is there in letting him leave for now? Once we’re outside, this kid can be crushed to death by my hand alone." Liu Wuxiang snorted coldly.

He still understood the principle that a wise man submits to circumstances.

He was just a bit unwilling in his heart: the Supreme Divine Weapon had been taken away right under his eyelids, and yet he was powerless.

"What? No one’s going to make a move?"

Mo Wangchen’s gaze swept around as he asked calmly.

In the end, his gaze paused, landing on the Xuanling Saintess.

"Swoosh!"

In an instant, his entire figure turned into an afterimage and rushed over.

Ruan Xinyu’s expression changed drastically as her body instinctively retreated.

But Mo Wangchen was simply too fast, arriving in front of her in the blink of an eye.

"Xuanling Saintess?"

He reached out, lifting her chin with his hand, and said with a smile, "Interested in becoming my hostage?"

"You!"

Ruan Xinyu’s expression changed at his words.

And being teased like this by Mo Wangchen in front of so many people made her feel extremely humiliated.

"Looks like you’re not interested. In that case, forget it. I also feel I don’t really need a hostage."

He laughed heartily, then withdrew his hand and, without looking back, walked straight out of the palace.