The Art of Chaotic Divinity

"You!" Jiang Wanqing exclaimed, her face turning pale with anger. Her delicate body trembled slightly. This Yan An was nothing more than a beast in human clothing!

"What's wrong? My dear Wanqing, have you thought it over?"

Yan An chuckled, his mischievous eyes sizing up Jiang Wanqing. He occasionally clicked his tongue in admiration, and it was needless to guess the lewd thoughts swirling in his mind.

Su Hongxiu timidly hid behind a tall male disciple, fearing that this guy might fix his gaze on her.

"This is absolutely unreasonable! Just because his cousin is Yan Jinghong, does it give him the right to do as he pleases here? He's not Yan Jinghong!"

A Wenxian Sect disciple muttered quietly, a bit resentful in his heart, but he dared not take a step forward.

The squeaky wheel would get the grease. Even if Yan An was not as impressive as Yan Jinghong, he was still a scion of the Yan family in the Eastern Capital. As a mere disciple of the Wenxian Sect, how could he afford to offend this young master?

"Tsk tsk tsk, you've taken quite a long time to think, haven't you, Wanqing?" Yan An shamelessly grinned. He licked his lips and continued, "Let me sweeten the deal a bit more. If you don't want all these fellow disciples around you to die, just obediently come with me!"

This was clearly another heavy blow, slamming down heavily on Jiang Wanqing's heart, leaving her breathless and overwhelmed.

He was using the lives of others to threaten her into submission!

"T-This has nothing to do with me!" A disciple's legs went weak, feeling dizzy and disoriented. "I-I don't want to die!"

"S-Senior Sister Jiang, how about, y-you just..."

"Senior Sister Jiang, actually, following Young Master Yan isn't a bad idea. Look, Young Master Yan is talented, comes from a good family. Just go along with him, it's for everyone's sake!"

"What are you all talking about?" Only Luo Jianying glared at the fellow disciples around him, feeling deeply disheartened.

When it didn't concern themselves, they remained silent. However, when the situation fell upon their own heads, the inherent selfishness of human nature was laid bare for all to see.

"See, your junior brothers are persuading you," Yan An grinned wickedly. "Why not listen to them? Hehe, I am truly fond of cherishing beauty—"

His voice abruptly fell silent.

Only a poof sound rang out as a pitch-black longsword pierced through his chest, penetrating his heart.

Turning his head with difficulty, Yan An saw a pair of ice-cold eyes.

It was Ling Feng!

"H-How dare you...pff...."

Yan An spurted out a mouthful of blood, staring fiercely at Ling Feng. He couldn't believe that someone dared to kill him!

"Your nonsense is truly excessive! Can't you die without making a fuss?"

Ling Feng's face remained emotionless, cold and decisive. He drew his longsword and, without hesitation, made Yan An's body fall backward with a resounding bang! A fountain of blood surged, staining the ground crimson.

Yan An, dead!

"S-Senior Uncle Ling Feng, y-you killed him?"

"You actually killed him?"

The team members were frightened, trembling all over.

He was a scion of the Yan family in the Eastern Capital, the cousin of the empire's legendary genius, Yan Jinghong!

Ling Feng actually killed him without hesitation. Just how bold was he?

Jiang Wanqing's eyes stared at Ling Feng, then shifted to Yan An's lifeless body on the ground. Tears welled up uncontrollably.

For a brief moment, she even wavered.

If she had caused the deaths of so many junior brothers and sisters for her own sake, her conscience would be troubled for a lifetime. But now, she didn't have to make such a shameless choice anymore.

However, because of her, Ling Feng had also forged an irreconcilable enmity with the Yan family in the Eastern Capital.

Ling Feng gently wiped the blade of the Abysmal Inkblade, his gaze sweeping across, fixing on the disciples below.

The icy aura of killing intent made everyone tremble uncontrollably.

"S-Senior Uncle Ling, w-we will never betray you. P-Please don't kill me!"

The disciple who had advised Jiang Wanqing to leave with Yan An earlier dropped to his knees with a thud, trembling in fear.

Ling Feng's killing intent was mostly directed, without any concealment, towards him!

"Self-preservation is human nature, but you have no right to force others to sacrifice themselves for you."

Ling Feng sheathed his longsword, and the killing intent vanished instantly.

"Those who want to escape, go ahead and leave." Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent." With Yan Jinghong present, even a demon marshal would find it hard to divert his attention. You can escape from Luofeng Canyon now."

The group of disciples looked at each other in silence, none daring to be the first to leave.

However, soon, the instinct for survival triumphed over everything.

Even if Yan Jinghong could deal with the demon marshal, Ling Feng had killed Yan An. Following Ling Feng now might lead to a dead end.

"Senior Uncle Ling, I-I have an 80-year-old mother at home..."

One disciple gritted his teeth and was the first to run away.

With the first one, soon there was a second, a third...

In no time, only three people remained.

Jiang Wanqing, Su Hongxiu and Luo Jianying.

Luo Jianying hesitated and struggled for a long time, looking at Ling Feng's back. Ling Feng was his idol.

"You should also leave."

Ling Feng turned around, a faint smile appearing on his face.

Since being deceived by Su Lin and unleashing the Eye of Emperor to slaughter everyone in the Lord's mansion, he had rarely shown such a smile.

But at this moment, his smile came from the heart.

At least there were still people willing to stay by his side in this critical moment.

"Senior Uncle Ling Feng, I-I'm not leaving!" Su Hongxiu gritted her teeth.

"Go, all of you leave. If you're not by my side, you'll be safer, and in turn, I'll be safer too."

Ling Feng pursed his lips, smiling faintly. "Yan Jinghong is a legend of the empire, and am I not a legend of the Wenxian Sect? What's the matter? Do you think that I, this legend, will die today at the hands of that legend?"

"Of course not!" Luo Jianying laughed heartily. "Senior Uncle Ling, you are the only legend in my heart!"

In such a situation, perhaps only Ling Feng could utter such bold words.

"Then leave quickly. It's not suitable to stay here for long."

Ling Feng didn't have the habit of sitting and waiting for death. He knew his own capabilities. At this moment, it was not suitable for him to face experts like Yan Jinghong. Otherwise, there might be a threat to his life.

"Senior Uncle Ling, we... we will meet again at Wenxian Sect, won't we? Sob... sob..." Su Hongxu's eyes welled up with tears as she whimpered.

"Of course, I still want to eat the grilled meat you make." Ling Feng raised an eyebrow. "Alright, don't waste any more time, let's go!"

Jiang Wanqing's expression still appeared somewhat dazed. Her gaze fixed on Ling Feng as she stammered, "You... I... you..."

Her mind remained in chaos, and she even started to lose her voice.

"Luo Jianying, take care of your senior sister and junior sister." Ling Feng patted his shoulder. "Remember, you are a man!"

“I will!”

Luo Jianying nodded heavily. Holding Su Hongxiu with his left hand and pulling Jiang Wanqing with his right, the three of them flew towards the exit of the Luofeng Canyon and quickly left.

He was also aware that even if they followed Ling Feng, they wouldn't be of much help, and would instead be a burden to him.

"Eastern Capital's Yan Family!" Seeing Luo Jianying and the others walking away, Ling Feng clenched his fist, glanced at the corpse of Yan An on the ground, and snorted coldly. "You are the first person from the Yan family to die at my hands, and it will definitely not be the last!"

Afterward, Ling Feng searched Yan An's body and found a spatial ring and the Purple Thunder Wings. Without taking the time for a detailed search, he swiftly leaped away, disappearing into the dense forest with a few jumps.