The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 269: Bloodthirsty Plunder!

Chapter 269: Bloodthirsty Plunder!

"Filthy rascal, prepare to die!"

Lei Lingyun was brimming with confidence in his own abilities due to boasting forty-nine meridian gates. With the exception of those monstrous beings with fifty or more gates, the majority of sky-tier students stood little chance against him.

Despite repelling He Zhongjie, Lei Lingyun regarded Ling Feng as nothing more than trash.

With a mystical artifact-level treasured sword firmly grasped in one hand, Lei Lingyun let out a low growl and lunged toward Ling Feng like a ferocious beast.

In contrast, Ling Feng stood calmly with one of his hands behind his back, using only his left hand to face Lei Lingyun's furious charge.

"Youngster, don't underestimate me!"

A glint of killing intent flickered in Lei Lingyun's eyes. Just because you've unlocked a dozen or so meridian gates with the Purple Creation Fruit, do you truly believe you're invincible enough to face me bare-handed?

You're simply seeking death!

Lei Lingyun's expression twisted into a more menacing sneer. With a swift motion, he swung the longsword in his hand that was aglow with blue crackling lightning and bellowed, "Mystical Thunder Flash!"

Mystical Thunder Flash, infused with thunder attribute, was a mystical advanced sword technique.

The thunder attribute was renowned for its formidable destructiveness among the common attributes.

With all forty-nine of his meridian gates wide open, Lei Lingyun surged forth like an unstoppable force of nature.

He transformed into a blue streak of lightning, swirling the air around him with a rainbow of momentum, aimed directly at Ling Feng's chest.

One of them was wielding a high-grade mystical artifact, while the other fought bare-handed. Moreover, in terms of cultivation level, Lei Lingyun definitely had an edge.

"Hehe, how dare you underestimate Lei Lingyun? Smelly brat, you're dead for sure!"

He Zhongjie drew in a deep breath, calming his emotions. A faint smile appeared on his pale face as he observed the unfolding scene.

Lei Lingyun was a reserve member of the prestigious sword team of the West Court!

Closer! It's getting closer!

Lei Lingyun burst into uncontrollable laughter. Everything unfolded even smoother than he had imagined. Such an arrogant and confident fella. How dare he directly face my Mystical Thunder Flash head-on?

Foolish, utterly foolish!

Lei Lingyun licked his lips excitedly, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

Indeed, he truly intended to devour Ling Feng alive, and perhaps even absorb the medicinal power Ling Feng hadn't had time to fully digest.

The clash of fist and sword!

Lei Lingyun seemed to have foreseen his high-grade mystical artifact piercing through Ling Feng's chest and dealing a fatal blow!

Boom!

At last, the fist met the sword!

The collision was fierce and filled Lei Lingyun with delight as he explosively released the roiling true qi within him. With the exhilaration of victory coursing through him, he swiftly drove his high-grade mystical artifact forward and pierced ahead with lightning speed!

"Hahaha!"

Lei Lingyun struck the pose of a triumphant victor, laughing heartily toward the heavens.

He didn't need to look; he knew Ling Feng's feeble attempts would be severed by his sword. Ultimately, he would effortlessly pierce Ling Feng's heart, ending his life.

However, the shocked cries from behind made Lei Lingyun's eyes twitch uncontrollably.

"How... how is this possible!"

These were the words of He Zhongjie. His voice was fraught with immense panic as if it were trembling with a shiver that originated from deep within his soul.

Lei Lingyun's heart raced as he caught sight of a pair of chilling eyes, tinged with a hint of mockery, fixated on him.

"What?"

It was only then that Lei Lingyun sensed something was off. The piercing of the longsword had been far too effortless, lacking any resistance whatsoever.

As he stared ahead intently, a shiver ran down his spine.

Shattered!

His top-grade mystical artifact was broken into countless fragments and laid strewn across the ground!

It turned out that in the instant they clashed, Ling Feng's overpowering fist caused his mystical artifact to crumble inch by inch!

One punch was all it took to shatter a mystical artifact!

Is this guy really a human being?

Lei Lingyun's body trembled uncontrollably as Ling Feng's eyes, resembling soul-reaping agents from hell, filled him with dread, and sent involuntary shivers down his spine.

A top-grade mystical artifact that was so resilient was reduced to mere paper under this man's fist...

Terrifying! Unbelievably terrifying!

Lei Lingyun's pupils contracted, and his legs shook as a soul-deep shiver swept through him.

Without a moment's hesitation, he discarded the remaining hilt in his hand and prepared to turn and flee.

"You think you can run away?"

Ling Feng's voice echoed like the verdict of a death deity from hell—cold, merciless, and devoid of any emotion.

"No! Please don't kill me!"

Lei Lingyun's cry erupted out, barely allowing him time to react before he witnessed, in stark disbelief, a crimson vertical pupil opening on the forehead of the handsome youth before him!

That vertical pupil, eerie and malevolent, emitted a bloody glow and sent shivers down his soul.

What manner of power was this that could threaten to drain him of every ounce of his blood energy, soul, and true qi!?

In the next instant, he witnessed a ferocious demonic hand materialize in the empty space before him that directly targeted his head. With a swift motion, it seized him and pierced through his skull, draining him of all his life force.

"No... don—"

His voice abruptly ceased. Lei Lingyun's arms hung limply by his side, and his once youthful and vigorous body rapidly shriveled into a lifeless husk in the blink of an eye.

Eerie!

Malevolent!

He Zhongjie and his brother stood frozen in terror, rendered speechless by the horrifying spectacle before them. Trembling uncontrollably, they could do nothing but watch in disbelief.

Then He Zhonglei, even urinating and defecating from the terror, passed out.

"That demonic hand is truly terrifying!"

Zifeng, witnessing the scene, remembered how he had been intimidated by that same terrifying demonic hand which lead him to acknowledge Ling Feng as his master.

"Hmph!"

The ethereal Demonic Void Hand swiftly devoured all of Lei Lingyun's flesh and essence, replenishing Ling Feng's true qi and significantly boosting his condition.

Nonchalantly pushing aside the shriveled husk in front of him, Ling Feng's gaze fixed upon He Zhongjie, who had now collapsed in fear on the ground.

With a slight curve at the corners of his mouth, Ling Feng advanced towards He Zhongjie, step by step, slowly and deliberately.

Though He Zhongjie's true qi wasn't as pure as Lei Lingyun's, Ling Feng could still reluctantly accept it.

"No... no... please don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

As Ling Feng, this devilish figure, drew closer, He Zhongjie trembled even more violently. He even fell to the ground, incessantly begging for mercy. "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. Please don't kill me... don't kill me!"

"Spare you?"

Ling Feng's gaze remained icy. "Aren’t you the one repeatedly causing trouble?"

"I... I dare not... I... I won't dare anymore..."

He Zhongjie's mouth trembled violently, almost causing him to bite through his own tongue.

"Hehe! It was only three times, but that’s three times too many. Today, you'll meet your end!"

With a cold snort, Ling Feng stepped forward and with one swift kick, buried He Zhongjie's head deep into the soil...