The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Having collected Lin Yinyin's soft armor, sword, and silver storage spirit ring, Ling Feng left hurriedly without taking the time to carefully assess his gains.

If Yan Jinghong were to discover that Ling Feng had killed two of his companions consecutively, he would undoubtedly lose control.

With his objective accomplished, Ling Feng decided it was time to leave.

With a single kick, Ling Feng sent Lin Yinyin's body tumbling into the deep pool below. After quickly tidying up the area, he departed.

As long as he could safely leave Luofeng Canyon, Ling Feng doubted that Yan Jinghong possessed supernatural abilities to discern the culprit behind this incident.

Moreover, Ling Feng wasn't without support.

Aside from Duanmu Qingshan, Ling Feng had a two-month agreement with the young lady from Cangqiong Sect. With the protective amulet granted by Cangqiong Sect, Ling Feng wouldn't fear the Yan family of the Eastern Capital.

As darkness enveloped the surroundings, Ling Feng swiftly vanished into the nearby mountains and forests, seeking refuge for the night.

...

In the meantime, Yan Jinghong's two clones had already separately slain both the spider-woman and the tiger demon. However, despite thoroughly scouring the bodies of the two demon marshals, he couldn't find any trace of the Essence-Stealing Blood Pearl.

"Despicable beasts!" Anger flashed in Yan Jinghong's eyes. In such an expansive expanse like Luofeng Canyon, attempting to locate such a small item as the Essence-Stealing Blood Pearl felt akin to searching for a needle in a haystack.

With the demise of the tiger demon, it seemed unlikely that anyone else in the world could find the Essence-Stealing Blood Pearl.

He felt a profound sense of regret, realizing that despite his exceptional luck and extraordinary talent as a genius, treasures as rare and coveted as the Essence-Stealing Blood Pearl were exceedingly scarce.

In a sudden rush of anxiety, Yan Jinghong's heart leaped, foreboding something amiss.

"Has something befallen her?" Yan Jinghong swiftly retrieved a communication talisman—a precious artifact capable of mutual sensing, positioning, and message transmission within a defined radius.

"Lin Yinyin, where are you?"

Despite transmitting a message through the talisman, Yan Jinghong waited in vain for any response from Lin Yinyin.

"Damn it!"

Yan Jinghong's fists clenched tightly. Despite his status and position, women were never in short supply around him. Yet, Lin Yinyin held a unique place in his heart as his first love.

In the next moment, Yan Jinghong's figure streaked across the sky like a shooting star. Wherever he passed, winds stirred, clouds dispersed, and the very colors of the heavens and earth seemed to shift.

His speed had reached an unimaginable level. Even if Ling Feng exerted his utmost effort in employing the Boundless Sword Steps, he wouldn't come close to matching even a tenth of Yan Jinghong's speed.

In no time, employing the Thousand-Mile Soul-Searching Technique, Yan Jinghong pinpointed Lin Yinyin's aura and swiftly located the waterfall where Ling Feng had ended her life.

Plop!

Yan Jinghong plunged straight into the depths of the pool. After a brief moment, he emerged from the abyss, holding in his arms a shriveled corpse.

Despite its desiccated state, Yan Jinghong could still discern the familiar essence of Lin Yinyin lingering around the remains.

"Who! Who did this!?!?!?"

Yan Jinghong's rage knew no bounds as his terrifying roar reverberated throughout the entire Luofeng Canyon, persisting ominously.

His voice carried an indescribable aura of cold, menacing intent, causing birds to flee and beasts to tremble in fear. Under this dreadful presence, all living beings quivered.

In the sky, without warning, a violent hurricane churned, clouds roiled, and dark clouds loomed. In the next instant, enormous hailstones began to descend.

His fury shook the skies!

Yan Jinghong, just what kind of realm had he truly reached?

From a distance, Ling Feng caught wind of this fearsome roar, unable to imagine the terror of facing such a powerful adversary.

At the very least, even if he were to unleash the Asura's Eye and descend into a berserk state, Ling Feng was confident that he wouldn't fall to a single sword strike from Yan Jinghong!

"What... What's going on?"

Outside the Luofeng Canyon, three elders of the Wenxian Sect, who had narrowly escaped death, trembled uncontrollably. As soon as Yan Jinghong departed to pursue the two demon marshals, they began gathering the disciples of the Wenxian Sect, halting the current expedition and urging everyone to depart immediately.

At this moment, four teams, with the elders' cover, were safely withdrawing, which also included some members of Ling Feng's team.

Elder Tiejian furrowed his brow deeply. "Regardless of the situation, let's avoid getting involved."

Neither the demon marshals nor Yan Jinghong were adversaries they could handle.

On the periphery of the Luofeng Canyon, Su Hongxiu and Luo Jianying supported the bewildered Jiang Wanqing as they swiftly made their way toward the canyon's exit.

At that moment, they were all startled by the roar emanating from the depths of the canyon.

Despite the considerable distance, the icy breath it carried still chilled their hearts.

"Could it be that Yan Jinghong has found out that Yan An is already dead?" Luo Jianying asked in a grave tone.

"Senior Uncle Ling Feng..." Su Hongxiu gritted her teeth, casting a glance back at the dense forest behind her, her eyes reddening once more.

"Don't worry, Senior Uncle Ling Feng will be alright!" Luo Jianying clenched his fist, his expression determined. "I believe Senior Uncle Ling will surely return safely! He definitely will!"

...

In the forest, the violent hurricane raged, uprooting trees as thick as a person's embrace and wrenching them from the ground.

Ling Feng, positioned nearby, clung tightly to a colossal boulder, feeling his body sway like a mere straw in the relentless wind.

Gradually, even the massive boulder emitted ominous cracking sounds, fracturing under the overwhelming force of the tempest.

"Terrifying!" Ling Feng's heart raced with horror.

A simple roar had unleashed such terrifying power; in his enraged state, Yan Jinghong seemed to possess a similar ferocity to Ling Feng when in berserk.

The dreadful gales and hail persisted for about fifteen minutes before Yan Jinghong's fury began to subside slightly.

Even though Lin Yinyin was nothing more than a plaything in his eyes, she was still Yan Jinghong's plaything.

The audacity of someone killing Lin Yinyin now has almost transformed him into a furious warlord.

After his outburst, Yan Jinghong appeared to regain some composure. He then placed Lin Yinyin's body inside his dimensional spirit ring.

It was evident to him that Lin Yinyin had been killed by having her essence drained, undoubtedly falling victim to the Essence-Stealing Blood Pearl.

This indicated that whoever possessed the Essence-Stealing Blood Pearl was the culprit behind Lin Yinyin's death.

Inhaling deeply, Yan Jinghong's eyes flashed with a glint of coldness as he calmly remarked, "I know you're nearby. Listen closely. You will ultimately meet your demise at my hands. Take good care of the Essence-Stealing Blood Pearl for me. One day, I will reclaim it, along with your life!"

Though his voice was not raised, the resonance of his words, fueled by his potent elemental energy, spread across a radius of five hundred miles, reaching Ling Feng's ears with unmistakable clarity, as if he were communicating directly across the void.

"Hmph, mark my words, one day, I will venture to the Yan family in the Eastern Capital and reclaim what rightfully belongs to me. Your life included!"

In what appeared to be a response to Yan Jinghong's declaration, Ling Feng silently echoed his own resolve, an oath whispered solely within the confines of his mind, a solemn pledge forged deep within his soul!

He faintly perceived the inevitability of a clash between himself and Yan Jinghong, a destined confrontation that could not be evaded!

Crackle!

Suddenly, without warning, the somber sky unleashed a bolt of purple lightning, tearing through the air and hurtling mercilessly toward Yan Jinghong's head!

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