The Art of Chaotic Divinity

As soon as Huang Gou and the formidable members of the Iron Blood Alliance emerged, the surrounding disciples instinctively took several steps back, creating a gap between them. In front of the Iron Blood Alliance's entrance, a vast expanse of open space suddenly cleared.

The presence of so many mid-stage Pulse Formation Realm cultivators had an immense impact. Ordinary elders typically remained in the mid-stage of the Pulse Formation Realm. It was only the peak leaders and high-ranking elders who had advanced to the late stage of the Pulse Formation Realm. As for the Transformation Realm, that was a realm beyond reach for many. Considering Wenxian Sect was merely a third-rate small sect, how broad could the perspectives of its disciples truly be?

On the other hand, Ling Feng was different. Having traveled to the Cangqiong Sect, he had encountered various experts of all kinds. Forget about the Pulse Formation Realm; even martial artists in the Transformation Realm were hardly worth mentioning within the Cangqiong Sect. Hence, as those disciples of the mid-stage Pulse Formation Realm advanced with intimidating vigor, they might have unsettled others, but Ling Feng remained undaunted.

"Brother Gou, calm down. Let me handle them!"

Liu Quanhai nodded and bowed to Huang Gou, then turned around. When he looked at Zhou Yan and the others, his demeanor completely changed, taking on an air of superiority.

Liu Quanhai snorted disdainfully, casting a brief glance at Ling Feng. Sensing Ling Feng might pose some difficulty, he decided to bypass him altogether and marched up to Zhou Yan. With a cold demeanor, he uttered, "You scoundrel. Still not satisfied after getting beaten last time? Do you need to be turned into trash like Luo Jianying before you're content?"

"Hahaha, a bunch of worthless scoundrels!" The members of the Iron Blood Alliance grinned menacingly, one by one. Here, there were more than a dozen individuals in the middle stage of the Pulse Formation Realm, while on Ling Feng's side, apart from Jiang Wanqing, who was at the Pulse Formation Realm, everyone else was uniformly at the Qi Formation Realm. Even if Ling Feng had the ability to fight beyond his level, could he really overturn the situation all by himself?

Zhou Yan clenched his fists, trembling all over. Liu Quanhai was just trying to set an example. He didn’t dare to offend Ling Feng too much due to Ling Feng’s special status, but Zhou Yan was different. He could beat or cripple an ordinary disciple with no special background like Zhou Yan, and the sect leader would cover for him!

"You useless thing, don't you know your own worth? Just because you're associated with Ling Feng, do you think you've climbed a big tree or reached high branches?" Liu Quanhai pointed at Zhou Yan's nose and launched into a fierce tirade, his aggressive posture making Zhou Yan lower his head further, too afraid to even meet Liu Quanhai's eyes.

"Hmph, some people overestimate themselves. They think they're someone just because they've disciplined a few useless individuals. They want to stand up for others? What a joke, it's truly laughable!" Liu Quanhai didn't name names, but anyone could tell he was referring to Ling Feng.

"I am going to beat you guys today. I want to see who can stop me!" Liu Quanhai said, then he swung his hand back and slapped fiercely. The force of this slap was accompanied by a surge of true qi, casting a faint yellow glow that shimmered as the wind whistled around it. If struck by it, not only Zhou Yan, but even a robust bull would likely be knocked unconscious, possibly losing half its life in an instant.

Liu Quanhai exhibited a subtle cunning. Throughout the confrontation, he paid no heed to Ling Feng. While it seemed he was admonishing Zhou Yan, every word was a veiled insult aimed at Ling Feng. Moreover, his slap served as a direct affront to Ling Feng's dignity. Those surrounding disciples turned their heads away with a hint of reluctance, some even puzzled in their hearts, wondering, Where is Ling Feng? Is he going to simply stand by silently at this moment? Or is he completely intimidated by the sight of those mid-stage Pulse Formation Realm experts?

"Ah! No—"

Su Hongxiu covered her eyes with her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks. Jiang Wanqing bit her lower lip, her gaze fixed firmly on Ling Feng's figure. She firmly believed that Ling Feng would never compromise. He even killed someone like Yan An, a member of the Yan family in the Eastern Capital, without hesitation. How can he possibly be intimidated by those mid-stage Pulse Formation Realm martial artists?

"It seems that this is all Ling Feng has. After all, he's only in the Qi Formation Realm. In front of a dozen or so cultivators in the Pulse Formation Realm, he's still too weak." Among the crowd, Lin Xian'er shook her head and reached out to take out a pebble, preparing to secretly intervene and rescue the unfortunate disciple.

However, just at this moment—

Bang!

A muffled sound rang out. It was not the sound of a slap as everyone had imagined. The disciples who had turned their heads looked back in astonishment to see a powerful hand firmly gripping Liu Quanhai's wrist. As the fierce wind assailed them, even Zhou Yan thought his end had come. Yet, in the blink of an eye, Ling Feng finally made his move.

"Ah!"

With a scream reminiscent of a pig being slaughtered, Liu Quanhai trembled. Cold sweat poured down his forehead. With a single grab from Ling Feng, his wrist was crushed, reducing the bones inside to powder in an instant. He was in so much pain that he could hardly speak. Pointing at Ling Feng with his other hand, he stuttered, "Y-You... rascal, how dare you break my hand!"

Crack! Crack...!

Ling Feng reached out again, crushing all the bones in his other palm with another grab, causing Liu Quanhai to let out another earth-shattering scream.

"H-How dare you..." Liu Quanhai was about to curse again when suddenly, there was a loud bang! Ling Feng mercilessly kicked him, sending him flying, and landing at the feet of Huang Gou. Still the same ruthless decisiveness, still the same cruelty and ruthlessness!

Seeing the miserable state of Liu Quanhai, those disciples who were watching couldn't help but feel both fear and a strange sense of satisfaction surging in their hearts.

Feels good!

In their hearts, they all secretly cheered in unison. That kick was so satisfying. This son of a bitch who relied on others' power deserved to be beaten to death!

Lin Xian'er also kept her hidden weapon, her eyes assessing Ling Feng, feeling slightly impressed. What fast reflexes! The agility Ling Feng displayed just now was so fast that even she felt a bit inadequate in comparison. She was a genius who was admitted to the prestigious Tianwei Academy. At the age of sixteen, she had already reached the seventh level of the Pulse Formation Realm.

"Within Daddy’s sect, there's actually such a talented individual?"

Lin Xian'er's gaze fixed on Ling Feng, becoming even more interested in him.

To the ordinary disciples, this scene was indeed satisfying, but the members of the Iron Blood Alliance were furious, their faces turning pale with anger.

"This Ling Feng really thinks highly of himself, daring to bring those ordinary disciples to challenge the dignity of the Iron Blood Alliance?"

“S-Senior Uncle Ling.”

Zhou Yan, still somewhat shaken, looked at Ling Feng with gratitude and with difficulty swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Ling Feng gently patted his shoulder, then turned around. With a cold gaze fixed directly on Huang Gou, he said word by word, "I will beat you like exactly how you beat Luo Jianying!"

"Ling Feng, you're really not afraid of death!" Huang Gou clenched his fists and glanced down at Liu Quanhai beneath his feet. His already ugly face, with a crooked nose and squinting eyes, twisted even more severely.

Since Ling Feng had already taken action, they were not afraid to escalate the situation.

"We, the Iron Blood Alliance, haven't even caused you trouble yet, you insignificant senior uncle. How dare you come looking for problems with us? You're really blind, aren't you? If I don't kill you today, I won't be called Huang Gou!"

Huang Gou stared coldly at Ling Feng, then casually picked three of the biggest thugs and roared, “You guys, get him! Beat him to death!”

Immediately, three burly members of the Iron Blood Alliance emerged from behind Huang Gou, each standing over two meters tall. They strode toward Ling Feng with powerful momentum, resembling three mobile mountains. These three individuals were much stronger than Liu Quanhai. With the three of them joining forces, Ling Feng had absolutely no room for resistance!

However...

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The crisp sound of three consecutive slaps resounded, and almost everyone failed to catch how Ling Feng made his move, only feeling a blur in front of their eyes. Then, those three imposing strong men followed in the footsteps of Liu Quanhai, being sent flying out like three balls. As the three men collided, their mouths were instantly skewed by the impact, blood mixed with teeth splattering in all directions. As they landed, the sound of bones snapping could be heard amidst the chaos.

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