The Art of Chaotic Divinity

As Jing Wuxue uttered these words, a wave of commotion swept through the crowd.

Surprisingly, even someone as ruthless as Jing Wuxue had moments of compromise.

In the end, he didn't dare to make a big fuss out of it.

While minor scuffles within the sect were tolerable, involving hundreds of people would undoubtedly draw the attention of the sect leader.

Even with Lin Canglang as his master, he would never show favoritism when such a situation arises.

Over the years, the newly recruited disciples had been too submissive, but when everyone finally rose up in resistance, they realized that it was nothing more than a paper tiger.

At last, Ling Feng halted his advance, standing a mere ten paces from Jing Wuxue.

Observing Jing Wuxue's act of concession, the stewards and elders who had been observing from a distance speculated that Ling Feng might opt to deescalate the situation. After all, engaging in a full-blown conflict with the Iron Blood Alliance would mean facing formidable odds, with the Alliance's skilled fighters holding at least a seventy percent chance of victory.

Behind Ling Feng, despite the multitude of people, the majority are newly admitted disciples of the inner sect, possessing only Qi Formation Realm cultivation. They are simply incomparable to the Pulse Formation realm experts.

Moreover, the elites behind Jing Wuxue are all experts at the sixth level of the Pulse Formation realm or above, placing them in an entirely different league from the Iron Blood League members they had previously encountered.

Under the watchful gaze of everyone, Ling Feng's mouth curved with a disdainful smile.

"If the Iron Blood League refuses to disband, I'll just kill you instead!"

Ling Feng slowly withdrew his Crimson-Fire Golden Wind Sword, unleashing a faint red glow imbued with a commanding and scorching heat that gradually swept forth.

The Earth-Fire true qi, infused into the Crimson-Fire Golden Wind Sword, surged with intense heat, instantly enveloping the surrounding disciples in a sensation akin to being in a magma-filled inferno, causing them to sweat profusely.

The Earth-Fire true qi, activated by the Earth-Fire Crystal's enchantment, naturally embodies the essence of fiery flames. Even before the sword is drawn, the searing heat radiates from Ling Feng at its core, swiftly dispersing outward.

As the hot air mingled with the gentle atmosphere, it appeared as though the very air transformed into a fluid, obscuring his figure. Like a silent crimson flame dancing around him, it instilled an unparalleled sense of dread.

Amidst the crowd, Lin Xian'er was once again deeply shocked and utterly astonished.

She had initially assumed that Ling Feng's achievements were limited to obtaining some spiritual object for his spirit infusion. However, judging from the aura emanating from his true qi, it was undoubtedly from an upper-grade fire attribute spiritual object!

"You!" Jing Wuxue's expression changed slightly. Despite being a formidable expert at the tenth level of the Pulse Formation Realm, he felt his true qi completely suppressed in Ling Feng's presence.

Regardless of the level of refinement or the quality of his true qi, he found himself completely outmatched by Ling Feng.

It's understandable, considering the cultivation technique he practices is the Wenxian Qi-Refining Sutra passed down by the Wenxian Sect, barely qualifying as a yellow-tier art. Compared to Ling Feng's cultivation of the True Art of Xuanyuan, it's simply incomparable.

As a result, despite Jing Wuxue's status as a top talent within the Wenxian Sect, he lacks the qualifications to enter a prestigious academy.

While his mastery at the tenth level of the Pulse Formation Realm might be commendable within a third-rate sect like the Wenxian Sect, it pales in comparison to true geniuses.

With a glint of coldness in his eyes, Ling Feng executed a decisive strike.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion reverberated through the air.

Ling Feng's sword cleaved forward, its blade seemingly ablaze with a roaring fire, resembling a fiery whip as it viciously lashed towards Jing Wuxue's neck.

It was at this moment that everyone truly comprehended the extent of Ling Feng's power, far surpassing their imaginations.

He didn't even regard Jing Wuxue as the top expert of the inner sect.

Such dominance!

A dominance that seems to scorn the world!

Clang!

As the Wenxian Sect's foremost swordsman, Jing Wuxue swiftly unsheathed his long sword, effortlessly deflecting Ling Feng's blade with a single stroke, his expression instantly turning serious.

With a swift turn of his sword, Ling Feng unleashed another assault using the Sunset Sword Art, leaving Jing Wuxue no breathing space.

"Kid, don't overestimate yourself!"

Jing Wuxue bellowed, swiftly channeling his energy and striking back!

Clang!

Their swords clashed without any embellishments.

In the next moment, a formidable surge of energy erupted from the clash, accompanied by a searing heat, sweeping uncontrollably around.

Caught off guard, the nearby elite members of the Iron Blood Alliance were nearly tossed aside like straw in a tempest.

All gazes immediately converged on the swords engaged in the duel.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Jing Wuxue staggered back three steps, each one leaving deep imprints on the cobblestone floor, a testament to the terrifying force of the impact.

Meanwhile, Ling Feng's body swayed ever so slightly in place, effortlessly dissipating the momentum. His expression remained unchanged, calm and composed.

With just one stroke of his sword, the outcome was clear!

Hmm...

Everyone was in disbelief. Jing Wuxue, a peak Pulse Formation Realm, was no match for Ling Feng, who was merely at the peak of Qi Formation Realm?

Between them, there was an entire realm of difference!

Witnessing this scene, the elite members of the Iron Blood Alliance were on the verge of disbelief.

As for the ordinary disciples behind Ling Feng, they were all exhilarated.

Today, Ling Feng would surely eradicate this "tumor" of the Iron Blood Alliance once and for all!

"Damn it! Damn it all! Urgh!"

Jing Wuxue's face flushed with anger as his gaze fixed fiercely on Ling Feng. The intensity of his fury was such that it caused him to cough up a mist of blood, his body trembling violently.

Ten years!

For the past ten years since he became an inner disciple of the Wenxian Sect, he has never experienced such a humiliating ordeal as today.

"Ling Feng, I'll kill you!"

Ignoring the sect leader's orders, Jing Wuxue tightly clutched his delicate willow-leaf sword and roared like a tiger descending from the mountains, launching himself forward to attack.

"Is this supposed to be 'Bloodless Sword Strike'?"

Ling Feng sneered, "Perhaps you've only learned how to bully fellow disciples and hoard medicinal pills, forgetting the essence of true swordsmanship!"

Indeed, Jing Wuxue's sword was still fast, but it had become extremely unfamiliar to him.

To Ling Feng, such swordsmanship was not even worth being called trash.

Clang!

As the swords clashed, Ling Feng gracefully maneuvered with the Boundless Sword Steps, engaging Jing Wuxue once again. "Listen, your sword is wailing in despair! You no longer deserve to be called a swordsman!"

"Stop spouting nonsense!"

Jing Wuxue roared, gripping the hilt with both hands, vigorously channeling the profound true qi within him.

Slash! Slash! Slash!...

Ling Feng remained composed, effortlessly deflecting Jing Wuxue's forceful attacks with a fluidity akin to drifting clouds and flowing water.

Clang, clang, clang!

In the crisp echoes of collision, Ling Feng and Jing Wuxue stood in stark contrast – one akin to an enraged beast, the other moving with serene ease as if strolling through a garden.

Moments later, blood sprayed!

Jing Wuxue's palm, shattered by the recoil of his own force, began to retreat, unable to maintain its grip on the sword.

"It's impossible! I am the top expert of the inner sect!"

Jing Wuxue, resembling a wounded beast, unleashed all his might, roaring furiously. Despite his efforts, he found himself forced to retreat further under Ling Feng's unyielding swordplay.

Boom!

With a single stroke, Ling Feng unleashed concentric waves of crimson sword qi, each more formidable than the last. In an instant, twelve robust sword waves surged forward simultaneously, converging into a unified assault resembling a blood-red lotus.

This move was none other than the mystical-tier sword technique Ling Feng acquired from the Black-Armored Cavalry General Long Xiao - the Blood Lotus Sword Song.

On his way back to the Wenxian Sect, Ling Feng had already utilized the power of the Heavenly Dao Eye to "replicate" the technique once. This marked the first time he had employed this sword technique, and it proved sufficient to thoroughly overpower Jing Wuxue!

Clang!

Amidst a resounding clang, the Willow Leaf Sword slipped from Jing Wuxue's grasp, sending his entire body hurtling backwards to crash heavily onto the ground.

Thud!

Dust billowed up as blood sprayed in all directions!

Leaving a trail of blood in his wake, Jing Wuxue skidded across the ground for over ten meters. His face had contorted beyond recognition, blood gushing wildly from his mouth. His body was riddled with over a dozen deep wounds, blood spurting out like fountains, transforming him into a grotesque figure drenched in crimson.

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