The Art of Chaotic Divinity

As Liu Quanhai left, the surrounding inner disciples couldn't help but feel both excited and shocked.

Their excitement came from Ling Feng's determination to eradicate the Iron Blood Alliance entirely, but there was also a subtle sense of apprehension.

The Iron Blood Alliance's leadership comprised not only mid-stage Pulse Formation Realm disciples but also formidable individuals in the late stages and even at the peak of the Pulse Formation Realm. Jing Wuxue was one of them.

At the peak of the Pulse Formation Realm, Jing Wuxue stood unrivaled among the inner disciples. Rumored to be the most exceptional talent among the sect leader's disciples, he had nearly seized the opportunity to enter the four major academies in the past. Unfortunately, he fell just short during the assessment. Otherwise, he would have been the first disciple from the Wenxian Sect to enter the four major academies. Despite this, his standing within the Wenxian Sect remained unaffected.

At just over thirty years old, Jing Wuxue possessed the formidable strength of the peak Pulse Formation Realm. Since the sect leader's daughter was largely unknown, everyone assumed Jing Wuxue was undoubtedly the heir apparent to the sect leader's position. For this reason, the Iron Blood Alliance, established solely by him, could assert itself so boldly within the Wenxian Sect that even the inner sect elders refrained from intervening. After all, this was the influence established single-handedly by the future sect leader!

"This is going to be interesting!" Unlike everyone else, Lin Xian'er watched everything as if it were a show.

Ling Feng is truly dominant! Lin Xian'er narrowed her eyes, realizing her interest in Ling Feng was growing. His audacity to challenge the heavens, coupled with possessing spirit-infused true qi that she herself had yet to attain, captivated her as a young maiden. In fact, many female disciples had stars shimmering in their eyes as they watched Ling Feng on the field. Such a man could only be described as perfect.

The news of Ling Feng's assault on the Iron Blood Alliance and his furious destruction of their signboard spread rapidly. More and more people gathered around. Some were merely spectators, but many others joined the ranks of those intent on taking down the Iron Blood Alliance. Normally, they would remain silent in their anger, but now, they were determined to voice their discontent. Even stewards and elders watched from afar, concealed in the shadows.

They didn't have much fondness for Ling Feng. This rising star had only recently arrived at the Wenxian Sect but had already stirred up a storm within the inner sect. However, compared to the malignant tumor that was the Iron Blood Alliance, Ling Feng seemed much more endearing. After all, he had never engaged in any selfish or harmful deeds. In contrast, the Iron Blood Alliance was entirely composed of troublemakers. Yet, because it involved Jing Wuxue's identity and even the interests of some high-ranking elders, these discontented elders dared not speak out.

Half an incense stick later, powerful and assertive auras emanated from the western main road.

"From where do these rabble emerge, daring to stir trouble on the territory of my Iron Blood Alliance? Are they seeking death?" A thunderous roar, audible from afar and approaching rapidly, echoed clearly in the ears of all those present.

Swish! In the next moment, a figure adorned with a faint golden aura surged forward with unmatched ferocity, akin to a soaring hawk, hurtling towards Ling Feng with lightning speed. This individual was evidently a formidable expert! As golden radiance surged, the person unleashed a fist, causing faint explosions to resonate in the air.

Everyone was aware of Ling Feng's ability to defeat mid-stage Pulse Formation Realm martial artists with a single punch. However, this adversary stood tall at the formidable seventh level of the Pulse Formation Realm! In this critical moment, confronted with the assault of a late-stage Pulse Formation Realm powerhouse, could Ling Feng effortlessly fend off the attack? Doubt crept into everyone's minds.

Even Lin Xian'er discreetly retrieved her concealed weapon. She didn't harbor much confidence in Ling Feng, not due to any lack of talent on his part, but because her own cultivation had reached the late stage of the Pulse Formation Realm. She understood well that practitioners at this level had already unlocked six or more meridian gates. With all six meridians interconnected, embodying immense strength, surpassing thousands of kilograms! Even though Ling Feng's spirit-infused true qi might dominate in terms of qi attributes, how could he contend with such formidable physical power?

However, Ling Feng's performance once again left everyone stunned.

Dodge! Sidestep! Then, a sharp and unmistakable slap rang out. Slap!

The Iron Blood Alliance expert at the seventh level of the Pulse Formation Realm immediately let out a wail, flying backward until he hit squarely against a stone pillar at the entrance of the Iron Blood Alliance. With a cracking sound, the stone pillar split open, and the expert's forehead was directly smashed into a bloody hole, blood gushing out as he immediately rolled his eyes, teetering on the edge of death.

Gasp! There was an incredulous gasp and a sharp intake of breath all around. This was a seventh-level Pulse Formation Realm martial artist, yet he was finished off with just one slap?

That fellow was also unlucky. Despite struggling with his body techniques, he happened to be practicing the Flashing Steps that Ling Feng originally chose. Therefore, Ling Feng didn't even need to activate his Heavenly Eye to see through the opponent's weaknesses; he already knew where the next move would land. His palm had been poised at the exact spot where the seventh level Pulse Formation Realm martial artist would land.

"Well done!" It remained uncertain who initially let out the roar, but the entire atmosphere suddenly erupted, instilling a newfound confidence in the ordinary disciples who had previously harbored some doubt. They observed the rookies standing beside Ling Feng, envy flickering in their eyes. Being able to stand beside Ling Feng at this moment was deemed the ultimate honor!

And now, the leader of the Iron Blood Alliance, the destined adversary of Ling Feng, had finally appeared. Arriving were over forty members of the Iron Blood Alliance, each emanating a formidable aura, fierce and wrathful. At the forefront was a figure clad in blood-red robes, emitting a dangerous presence that sent shivers down the spine.

This individual was none other than Jing Wuxue, renowned within the inner sect as the foremost expert, known as 'Bloodless Sword Strike'. The seventh-level Pulse Formation Realm disciple from earlier was merely a vanguard dispatched by him to test Ling Feng's strength. The crowd spontaneously parted, with even onlookers hastily retreating several dozen meters, fearing entanglement with Ling Feng and the troublemakers.

Within the Wenxian Sect, Jing Wuxue commanded significant respect and authority.

"J-Jing Wuxue has arrived!"

"Back in his youth, Jing Wuxue was quite the stalwart figure. However, after facing rejection from the esteemed academies, he took a dark path, turning the Iron Blood Alliance into an organization known for oppression, plunder, and heinous deeds. If Senior Uncle Ling Feng can truly dismantle the Iron Blood Alliance, it would rid us of a significant threat."

"Shh, keep it down. If Jing Wuxue overhears you, you're in trouble!"

"Ah, reminiscing about the former Jing Wuxue, who led us disciples of the Wenxian Sect to outshine even the geniuses of the Liuyun and Qiankun Sects, brings such fond memories!"

Amidst the crowd, discussions were lively, but as Jing Wuxue approached, they quickly quieted down. Most even lowered their heads, clearly filled with apprehension towards him.

"Hmph!" Feeling the fear emanating from the disciples around him, Jing Wuxue's eyes flashed with a hint of satisfaction. He took pleasure in the fear others held towards him. After being shut out by the Tianwei Academy, he grew resentful of the perceived injustice of fate, fostering a more sinister and even perverse demeanor.

"That's him, Leader!" With his hands incapacitated, Liu Quanhai could only gesture towards Ling Feng with his head, urging, "It's this wretched dog who smashed our Iron Blood Alliance's signboard. You must seek vengeance for our brothers!"

Liu Quanhai, evidently forgetting his prior display of fear, stood beside Jing Wuxue and spoke with newfound courage, directly hurling insults at Ling Feng.

In reality, even without Liu Quanhai's prompting, Jing Wuxue's gaze had already locked onto Ling Feng.

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