Feng Wuchen flashed to the Wushuang Divine Palace's plaza; the crowd was still in extreme panic, their gaze fixed on the void.
Seeing the frightened crowd, Feng Wuchen shook his head helplessly.
"Feeling much better; it's indeed a fine thing," Feng Wuchen muttered. Having taken a drop of Cangqiong Bodhi Liquid, he had now mostly recovered.
"Young Master Chen, are you... are you a Divine Monarch or a Divine Emperor?" Upon hearing Feng Wuchen's voice, Duanmu Xuan was the first to snap out of it, quickly asking, gazing at Feng Wuchen with confusion.
Feng Wuchen shrugged and said, "Divine Monarch."
"Divine Monarch? Then what was that power just now?" Duanmu Xuan questioned incredulously.
Xiaoyao Aotian also asked, "Young Master Chen, how can your body withstand Divine Emperor's power? Aren't you afraid of your body exploding?"
"Secret," Feng Wuchen shrugged again.
"..." Duanmu Xuan and Xiaoyao Aotian looked frustrated.
