The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Crack!

The purple thunderbolt plummeted at an incredible speed, reaching its zenith, akin to a streak of light, beyond the grasp of the naked eye!

In an instant, as if cleaving the gloomy canopy in half, a thunderbolt plummeted straight through the rift in the sky. With unparalleled speed, it exploded downward towards the crown of Yan Jinghong's head.

"Hmm?"

From a distance, Ling Feng saw a streak of thunderbolts and couldn't help but squint. The purple thunderbolt illuminated the heavens and earth, making it almost impossible for one to keep their eyes open.

A sudden shock surged within him as he detected something amiss.

"That's not lightning!"

A thought flashed through his mind. Even without activating his Eye of Emperor, his vision remained astonishingly sharp.

He distinctly saw a silhouette, a human-shaped outline!

"Is that a person?"

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

Just who could it be? Daring to launch a surprise attack on the legendary genius of the empire, Yan Jinghong!

"Hmph, Demonic Dragon Prince, do you think I wouldn't notice you during my moment of anger? Trying to take advantage of me with a sneak attack, you really underestimated me," said Yan Jinghong, his expression as cold as frost.

He shifted his body slightly, and the purple thunderbolt, nearly brushing against his nostrils, grazed past.

Within the thunderbolt, a towering figure clad in black armor materialized. A powerful surge of lightning energy enveloped him, exuding an intense aura of thunderbolt.

"Yan Jinghong, you trespassed into our demon clan's sacred grounds, stole the sacred artifact, Essence-Stealing Blood Pearl. Naturally, I must pursue you to the ends of the earth. Be wise, return the sacred artifact, and I might spare your life!"

The man in black armor spoke with astonishing words. It turned out that this person was actually a prince of the demon clan!

For generations, the Three-Headed Demonic Dragon had protected the Essence-Stealing Blood Pearl. This Demonic Dragon Prince was originally the heir to the blood pearl, and now, with the precious treasure stolen, he would naturally not let Yan Jinghong off the hook.

"You think you're worthy?" Yan Jinghong's pride soared to the skies. With a sweeping gaze, his sword followed his heart's desire!

Swish!

A formidable sword qi burst forth as if emerging from the void!

Ling Feng's pupils were abruptly constricted.

Even with his Heavenly Dao Eye, he couldn't discern how Yan Jinghong executed his sword strike!

He only felt a sudden stinging sensation in his eyes. In the blink of an eye, a long sword, shimmering with flowing light, exuded a sharp and oppressive sword qi, ruthlessly slashing towards the Demonic Dragon Prince.

Thunderbolt and sword qi collided.

A cluster of dazzling sparks, interwoven with purple and blue, erupted in the void, resembling the most beautiful fireworks in the world.

Following that, ding ding clang clang sounds of clashing metal reverberated through the void, continuous and unending, as if the deities above the heavens were roaring.

"Truly formidable!"

Ling Feng clenched his fists, witnessing this almost terrifying confrontation. Instead of feeling discouraged, his excitement surged within.

The Blood of Emperor within him was boiling!

Clang!

The sword light and thunderbolt abruptly separated.

The Demonic Dragon Prince stood in mid-air, holding a black long spear. Rolling demonic clouds surrounded him, and an imposing demonic aura ascended. In the blink of an eye, this majestic demonic qi covered half the sky, obscuring the sun. Within the demonic clouds, thunder rumbled, emitting a suffocating and terrifying pressure.

Ling Feng's gaze narrowed. He had limited knowledge about the demon clan, but he was aware that this Demonic Dragon Prince was likely beyond the realm of a demon marshal.

Above a demon marshal, at the very least, he would be a demon lord.

The strength at the level of a demon lord roughly corresponds to that of a human Transcendent Realm cultivator (above the Transformation Realm).

Such a powerhouse could be considered a regional overlord. Overlooking the entire Tianbai Empire, individuals with such strength could be appointed as high-ranking officials, and even capable of ruling a land!

Yet, Yan Jinghong, in the face of such a formidable foe, displayed no trace of fear.

In other words, Yan Jinghong's strength might have reached the level of the Transcendent Realm.

Fourteen years old and already at the Transcendent Realm!

The title of the empire's legendary genius was indeed well-deserved!

Yan Jinghong, dressed in a blue robe, soared through the air, standing out distinctly. His sword light danced, cutting through the demonic aura and thunderbolts. Despite the Demonic Dragon Prince's relentless onslaught, he showed no sign of being at a disadvantage.

The surging demonic clouds couldn't get close to him. His longsword danced like a raging dragon, and with every thrust, a chilling aura swept forth. Even the rolling demonic qi seemed to be forever frozen by eternal ice.

Boom!

Finally, they clashed head-on, the spear and the sword intersecting. The void seemed to tremble, and the ominous and uncertain space appeared as if torn apart by a formidable force. The terrifying energy burst forth like a hurricane, scattering in all directions.

"Yan Jinghong, to be able to calm down so quickly after losing your woman, you truly deserve to be my opponent!"

The unruly voice resounded like rolling thunder, echoing and reverberating through the sky.

The Demonic Dragon Prince, with a calm expression, held the long spear. His icy gaze firmly locked onto Yan Jinghong. Behind him, his black hair fluttered and split into three strands, each strand standing upright, emitting a faint but terrifying aura.

Upon closer inspection, Ling Feng noticed that the three strands of hair seemed to resemble the heads of three dragons. Three heads, six eyes, all fixed intently on Yan Jinghong.

"Three-Headed Demonic Dragon!"

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched. Finally, he understood the true identity of this Demonic Dragon Prince.

Within the demonic race, with diverse bloodlines and various species, the Demonic Dragon Clan was already considered a noble existence. The Three-Headed Demonic Dragon, in particular, was a legendary and ancient species.

Yan Jinghong snorted coldly, and a chilling murderous intent burst forth from his eyes. "I'll kill you first!"

The Demonic Dragon Prince's sneak attack had clearly infuriated this legendary genius. With a sweeping motion of his sword, he charged forward, seemingly tearing through the fabric of space.

"Yan Jinghong, it's just losing a woman. We have plenty of beautiful women in our demon race. If you like women, I can send you a few to play with! Hahaha..."

Amidst the maniacal laughter, the Demonic Dragon Prince's figure flashed, transforming into a purple thunderbolt, carrying a billowing demonic qi as he rushed towards the distance.

The Demonic Dragon Prince actually fled!

Faced with the enraged Yan Jinghong, even the Demonic Dragon Prince, who was at the level of a demon lord, dared not confront him directly. It could be inferred that the strength of Yan Jinghong had reached an extremely formidable level.

"Hmph!"

Yan Jinghong snorted coldly, and his icy gaze swept through the canyon below, emitting a chilling and resentful curse.

"Don't think you can escape! Whoever I want to kill, even if they flee to the ends of the earth, only death awaits them!"

With his words lingering in the air, Yan Jinghong transformed into a swift streak of blue light, pursuing the Demonic Dragon Prince in the direction where he had vanished.

During that moment, Ling Feng sensed that Yan Jinghong might have already detected his presence. However, Yan Jinghong likely realized that the Demonic Dragon Prince was in the vicinity. Consequently, he temporarily spared Ling Feng and prioritized dealing with the formidable enemy, the Demonic Dragon Prince.

After all, Ling Feng felt that in the eyes of Yan Jinghong, he might be considered no more significant than a mere ant.

"Phew..."

Ling Feng breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against a large tree. The back of his robe was already completely soaked.

"Stronger! I need to become even stronger!"

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