The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 2: Extreme Slaughter, the Emperors Eye!

Chapter 2: Extreme Slaughter, the Emperor's Eye!

Woosh!

The pouring rain hammered down relentlessly on Ling Feng.

At his feet lay scattered corpses, flesh and blood flew, and under the downpour, the area within dozens of meters was stained red with blood!

Ling Feng gazed at his hands, now smeared with blood and shreds of flesh. The vertical eye on his forehead gradually closed, leaving behind a subtle crimson trail of blood.

"Not only have I survived, but I can also see now!"

A wave of shock surged through Ling Feng's heart, as the golden needle pierced his Baihui acupoint, he had embraced death, but never did he think he would go berserk and kill off so many people.

"Since the heavens won't let me die, it's your turn to face death!" Ling Feng's eyes blazed with burning rage, "Scum, your time to die has come!"

Removing the golden needle from atop his head, Ling Feng was hit by a wave of weakness. The vertical eye on his forehead vanished completely.

The only thing unchanged was that his eyes had recovered. Everything before him became clear and visible.

He harbored no interest in understanding why the eerie vertical eye suddenly opened, the raging anger within had transformed him into a furious beast.

The sinister and hideous nature of Su Lin and her father made him feel disgusted!

"Grandpa is still at the house of Su!"

As Ling Feng clenched his fist, he noticed the previously broken bones seemed completely healed. Despite enduring excruciating pain all over his body, it no longer impeded his movement.

Sprinting down the mountain, Ling Feng aimed to kill the wretched Su Lin. Following that, he planned to take his grandfather and leave Kaiyang City, vowing never to return again!

...

At the entrance of the Lord's mansion .

Several servants ruthlessly threw bundles and medicine boxes out of the main gate, soaking them in the pouring rain.

"Get lost, old geezer! Don't even think about freeloading off our Lord's mansion again!"

One of the muscular men ruthlessly shoved an elderly man with graying hair into the cascading rain.

"You dog lackeys have some nerve! I'm the grandfather of the Lord's future son-in-law. How dare you treat me like this! Oh no, it's wet! My medicine box is completely soaked!"

The old man yelled as he retrieved his soaked medicine box from the ground.

"Hahaha... Lord's future son-in-law? Stop dreaming, That irritating blind guy probably became the son-in-law of the King of Hell by now!"

The servants burst into mocking laughter one after another.

The steward of the Lord's mansion, a middle-aged man, retrieved a bag of silver with a cold demeanor. "Your grandson attempted to take advantage of our young lady and faced the rightful consequences. Acknowledging your aid in treating the young lady, this sum is the medical fee granted by the Lord. Take it and get lost!"

Left in shock, Ling Kun's mind went blank. "What are you saying? Feng'er... My grandson, Feng'er... What has happened to him?"

"Hehe, if you hurry to the mountains now, perhaps you can catch a final glimpse of him," the steward sneered. "This is the cost a toad incurs for attempting to reach for swan meat!"

"You people!" Ling Kun roared, pointing at the steward with violently trembling fingers. "You all... Feng'er sacrificed his sight to cure the young lady's Three Yin Death Pulse, and yet you treat him like this. Retribution will come for all of you!"

"Retribution?" The middle-aged steward picked up an iron rod and said fiercely, "Old geezer, if you don't get lost, I'll send you to meet the King of Hell right now!"

With that, he swung the iron rod heavily, emitting a resounding "buzzing" sound.

"Return my grandson to me!" Ling Kun wailed, charging toward the steward. "Where is your young lady? I demand to see her! I want to know if her heart is as dark as it seems. Feng'er treated her with such sincerity, unwavering sincerity!"

"Old thing, I think you're asking for death!"

The middle-aged steward looked at Ling Kun with disdain, and smashed the iron rod directly onto Ling Kun's head. "Go and die!"

Crack!

A resounding boom of thunder echoed!

The rain poured down violently, drenching not only the Lord's mansion but the entire Kaiyang City, as if it aimed to fully submerge everything.

"Grandpa!"

When Ling Feng arrived at the Lord's mansion, he witnessed the scene of his grandfather being knocked down by the middle-aged steward with an iron rod.

Anger surged through Ling Feng's entire body once again. Disregarding everything, he inserted all the golden needles into the crown of his head!

Weng!

His mind trembled, the vertical eye on his forehead opened again, emitting a terrifying aura akin to an Asura!

"You all will die!"

Ling Feng's eyes widened with an intense glare, as if they were blood springs, gleaming with eerie red light.

Swish!

Ling Feng's silhouette moved like a swift leopard. In a blink of an eye, he tackled a servant and, with a fierce swipe, tore the lackey's chest open.

"Feng'er!" Ling Kun, upon seeing Ling Feng's figure, felt tears welling up in his cloudy eyes. Then, with a loud cry, he exclaimed, "Feng'er, the Emperor's Eye! The Emperor's Eye!"

After shouting several times, his vision blurred, and eventually, he fainted.

"You all will die!"

Believing Ling Kun to be dead, Ling Feng was consumed by rage. He roared like a wild beast, uttering, "Die! Die! Die!"

Terrified by Ling Feng's fierce and menacing demeanor, the steward's legs went weak. Despite this, as a cultivator in the Condensation Realm, he mustered his true qi, brandishing the iron rod in his hand. Stuttering, he warned, "You... Don't come any closer, or death will be your only path!"

In Ling Feng's heart, only a lingering thirst for blood remained as he completely ignored the steward's threats. After tearing apart several servants consecutively, his figure flickered, and he lunged at the steward once again.

"This... This is bad!"

Sweeping his iron rod and unleashing true qi throughout his body, the steward compelled Ling Feng to retreat. Finally grasping the gravity of the situation, Ling Feng rushed into the Su family mansion, shouting and screaming like a madman.

"Trou—ble—!"

This roar immediately awakened all the slumbering members of the Su family.

With a hurried attire change, Su Shixiong's brows knitted intensely as he roared, "Who has the audacity to create chaos in my Mansion!"

Su Shixiong then grabbed a long spear and rushed out of his bedroom.

At the same time, Su family's elders, guardians, and the family's disciples all rushed out with their weapons drawn.

"Ling Feng!"

Su Shixiong contracted his eyes abruptly. Although Ling Feng was covered in blood at this moment, he still recognized him.

Wearing a coat, Su Lin also rushed out. Upon spotting Ling Feng, her legs weakened, and she nearly crumpled to the ground.

"You... How did you become like this?"

Trembling in fear, Su Lin observed the current Ling Feng, resembling an Asura emerging from hell. Covered in blood, he bore a ferocious vertical eye on his forehead. Just one glance felt as though countless malevolent spirits were entwining around her, causing her entire being to shudder.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Upon seeing Su Lin, Ling Feng's killing intent intensified. The blood-red eye displayed a yin-yang fish-shaped black spot, enhancing Ling Feng's aura, making it even more astonishing.

"What audacity!" Su Shixiong's spear quivered in his hand. "You are truly a monster. Today, I shall act on behalf of the heavens and exterminate you, little demon!"

Su Shixiong, holding the position of a city lord, naturally possesses considerable capabilities. His formidable cultivation has reached the tenth level of the Condensation Realm, establishing him as a powerful practitioner in the realm of Qi Mastery.

Lunging a low-grade mystic weapon, his long spear swept through the air, its cold gleam flickering as it thrust directly toward Ling Feng.

"Die! Die! Die!"

Ling Feng's mind was consumed solely by unending slaughter, unaware of the concept of retreat. His claws tore down fiercely, undaunted by the mystical long spear. Like divine weapons, his sharp claws clashed with the spear, creating sparks with each collision.

"All of you will die!—"

Ling Feng roared and charged forward like a wild beast, his immense strength pushing Su Shixiong back several steps. With a swift motion, he blinded him with a powerful swipe of his right hand.

"Ah! My eyes!"

Su Shixiong covered his eyes and retreated a few steps. Ling Feng's sharp claws fiercely lashed out, piercing through Su Shixiong's heart.

Bang!

Blood mist filled the air, and those around the Su family were all trembling in fear.

What... What kind of monster is he!

"Run!"

Shouts echoed through the night, even drowning out the explosive sounds of thunder.

Chaos engulfed the entire Su family, with even the lord falling victim to the monstrous force. It appeared that confronting this entity was a surefire path to death.

Ling Feng's blood-red eyes fixated on Su Lin's direction, "You deserve to die! You deserve to die!"

Amidst the roar, Ling Feng morphed into a blood shadow, relentlessly pouncing toward Su Lin. Despite his unclear consciousness, he retained his instincts.

This woman is the one he despises the most, the one he wants to kill above all!

"Die! Die! Die!"

In an instant, Su Lin found herself pinned down by Ling Feng. Subsequently, excruciating pain surged through her as she witnessed a pair of blood-red claws ruthlessly tearing at her flesh. With each shred, her vitality ebbed away, dissipating bit by bit.

In that brief moment, regret began to seep in. Had she not plotted against Ling Feng, perhaps the Su family wouldn't have faced such an outcome.

Unfortunately, everything was already too late!

This night was destined to be a bloody night of slaughter!