The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 152: A Sword That Brings Death, One Strike, No Head!

Chapter 152: A Sword That Brings Death, One Strike, No Head!

"Little Feng, the situation is dire. When the fighting erupts, seize the chance to flee. Live to fight another day! With your exceptional talent, you're sure to gain admission to the esteemed Tianwei Academy! Embark on your journey there, hone your skills, and when you've finally mastered them, purge these villains from the earth once and for all!"

Duanmu Qingshan lowered his voice. He was not anticipating the situation to escalate to such a degree, and was forced to prepare for the worst-case scenario.

Ling Feng simply smiled faintly, offering no response.

Flee? Why should I flee?

It's the perfect timing to test the power of the Scorching Sky Blaze on these guys!

With a flick of his robe, Ling Feng gripped the handle of the Eradicator of Realms, and stepped forward boldly. He raised his head high, fixing his cold gaze upon the Four Evils of the Bloody Night. "Whether you are the Four Evils of the Bloody Night or the Four Ghosts of Bloody Night, it does not matter. Nobody cares about Lin Canglang dying, but if anyone dares to harm even a single blade of grass belonging to the Wenxian Sect, there will be no mercy!"

His roar echoed through the heavens!

Upon hearing Ling Feng's earth-shattering statement, the elders of the Wenxian Sect initially felt a surge of joy, only to be swiftly overtaken by profound dismay.

Ling Feng was indeed a monstrous talent, capable of even swiftly dispatching Jing Wuxue, who was at the peak of the Pulse Formation Realm. However, the Pulse Formation Realm and the Transformation Realm were simply not on the same level of cultivation.

If Ling Feng were at the Transformation Realm like Duanmu Qingshan, perhaps they would still stand a chance against the Four Evils of the Bloody Night. However, he was only at the Pulse Formation Realm!

"Hahahaha!"

Upon hearing these words, the Four Evils of the Bloody Night, along with their subordinates, burst into laughter, clutching their stomachs.

How dare a mere early-stage Pulse Formation Realm kid boast here like this, even daring to utter ‘no mercy’ to Transformation Realm experts?

Ridiculous!

Absolutely ridiculous!

Yang Wei even went as far as to flatter Blood Red Garment, laughing heartily as he said, "Ling Feng, who do you think you are, daring to utter such arrogant words in front of Blood Boss?"

"In any case, at least I’m not someone like you!" Ling Feng raised an eyebrow, disdain flashing in his eyes.

What he despised most was people with no backbone.

Blood Red Garment narrowed his eyes, a cold smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Brat, what did you just say?"

"Are you all deaf?" Ling Feng locked eyes with Blood Red Garment, unflinching and fearless.

"Good lad!" A glint of coldness flashed in the Blood Red Garment's eyes. "I particularly enjoy the stubbornness of young ones like you. After I capture you later, I'll use the most terrifying poison in the world to torture you to death!"

"Are you kidding me? With your measly power, you think you're worthy?"

Ling Feng waved his longsword and said coldly, "I'll say it again, anyone who dares to harm a member of the Wenxian Sect will not leave here alive!"

"L-Ling Feng, it's not the time to play the hero!" Elder Yao trembled all over, straining his throat as he shouted, "Escape! Get out of here! Live to fight another day!"

"Hahaha, this old man speaks the truth." Blood Red Garment narrowed his eyes at Ling Feng, chuckling coldly. "Your talent is not bad, so I think you could be molded into something useful. Here's the deal: kneel down and kowtow to me and my dozen or so brothers here, ten times each. If I'm pleased enough, I might spare your life."

"Endure humiliation and work hard in cultivation. Perhaps in ten or twenty years, you’ll have the chance to avenge the Wenxian Sect."

Blood Red Garment chuckled sinisterly, like a demon from the depths of hell, its voice carrying an unsettling allure.

"Finished with the nonsense?" Ling Feng's eyes flashed with cold determination as he spoke icily, "If you want to fight, then fight. Spare me your empty words!"

"You!" Blood Red Garment's expression turned cold. He relished nothing more than tormenting captives to break their spirits bit by bit. Ling Feng's dismissal of his words infuriated him to no end.

"Little Feng, you mustn't!" Duanmu Qingshan grasped the Crimson Fire Golden Wind Sword, swiftly moving beside Ling Feng. He firmly pressed on Ling Feng’s shoulder, shaking his head. "Go back. Leave this to me!"

"Master, trust me!" Ling Feng's eyes flashed with determination as he spoke firmly, "I will protect the Wenxian Sect!"

"Y-You..." Duanmu Qingshan hesitated for a moment as he met Ling Feng's gaze.

I will protect the Wenxian Sect!

What determination, what grandeur!

The disciples of the Wenxian Sect around couldn't help but clench their fists, feeling tears welling up in their eyes.

Standing proudly, Ling Feng waved his sword and let out a resounding cry to the sky, "Who dares to come first?"

"Boss, let me teach this ignorant little brat a lesson!"

A burly man with a towering figure brandished a long blade with a sneer.

This individual was one of the Four Evils of the Bloody Night. He was considered the weakest among the four, but was still a formidable expert at the Transformation Realm.

"Good, leave him alive!" Blood Red Garment chuckled sinisterly. "I want to see just how tough this kid really is!"

"Yes, boss!" The burly man shook his long sword and grinned. "Kid, facing me, Luo Yan, will be the beginning of your nightmare!"

"Is a mere rodent like you daring to spout such grandiose words?"

Ling Feng gently caressed the blade of the Eradicator of Realms. A glint of determination flashed in his eyes as he coldly uttered, "Come at me."

"Seeking death!" Luo Yan's face twisted into a grimace as he shook his long blade, then lunged at Ling Feng with a fierce slash.

With this strike, he aimed to sever Ling Feng's right hand. Let's see how he'll resist after that!

"Hmph!" Ling Feng snorted disdainfully, unleashing the Boundless Sword Steps. In the blink of an eye, he closed in on Luo Yan, his long sword thrusting straight for Luo Yan's heart.

Luo Yan's eyes twitched violently. As a cultivator in the Transformation Realm, he quickly reacted, using his qi to deflect Ling Feng's blade, pushing it aside by a few inches to narrowly evade Ling Feng's strike.

"Little bastard!"

A flicker of anger flashed in Luo Yan's eyes. His momentary carelessness almost resulted in a severe blow from Ling Feng's sword, leaving him both surprised and infuriated.

A mere early-stage Pulse Formation Realm kid possessing such swift agility is unbelievable!

"Such fast footwork!" Blood Red Garment narrowed his eyes, saying coldly, "It seems this kid harbors many secrets. We must extract every last one of them, bit by bit!"

"Yes!"

Seeing Ling Feng gaining a slight advantage against the Transformation Realm cultivator, Duanmu Qingshan couldn't help but cheer. He hadn't expected his disciple to acquire such remarkable skill.

"Brat, just now was merely a moment of carelessness on my part. This time, I'll chop off one of your dog legs and we’ll see if you can still use your footwork!" With a snort of anger, Luo Yan's qi surged on his long blade, forming a half-inch thick augmented qi, before fiercely slashing towards Ling Feng.

"Hmph, this strike will be your end!"

With a cold glare, Ling Feng took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the sword in his hand, silently thinking: "Old friend, I'm counting on you!"

Clang!

The Eradicator of Realms slashed horizontally!

With a swing of his sword, Ling Feng seemed to enter a profound and mysterious state, his mind resonating with the will of heaven and earth. It was as if he could perceive all the mysteries of the world.

Scorching Sky Blaze!

Ling Feng's figure paused briefly, then he thrust his sword forward. A flash of fire streaked by as the sword qi swept through. It resembled a fleeting swan passing by, ethereal and ephemeral—it was truly a momentary beauty.

Swoosh!

In an instant, a head soared into the air, tracing an arc before tumbling to the ground. With residual momentum, it rolled along the ground, eventually coming to a stop at the feet of Blood Red Garment.

Luo Yan, dead!

Seeing that bloody head, Blood Red Garment’s heart felt as if it had been squeezed. Dumbfounded, he stared blankly at Ling Feng, doubting his vision.

Luo Yan was at the Transformation Realm!

A Transformation Realm cultivator could establish their own sects and dominate an area. Even in a county, they were experts who were looked up to by people.

An expert of this level died at the hands of a brat who had just broken through to the Pulse Formation Realm.

I-Is this even possible?

Not only Blood Red Garment, but the other members of the Four Evils of the Bloody Night also stared at Ling Feng with shock.

Some kid with a small frame holding a broken sword that looks like a piece of junk just killed a Transformation Realm cultivator!

Gulp...

Sounds of people swallowing saliva could be heard. There were even people rubbing their eyes, unable to believe what had just happened in front of them.