The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 47: One Punch Is All It Takes!

"Who is this guy?" Di Jingtian fixed his gaze on Ling Feng, who stepped out from the crowd, observing that Ling Feng's cultivation had not even reached the Qi Formation Realm. A contemptuous glint flickered in his eyes. "At your current level, you’re unworthy to fight me!"

"Whether I'm worthy or not, you'll find out after we fight!" Ling Feng squinted his eyes. "What's the matter, are you scared?"

"Scared?" Di Jingtian chuckled, as if he had just heard the most amusing joke in the world. "Kid, remember, you asked for this. Don't blame me!"

Di Jingtian's face exuded a fierce intent to kill. How dare a mere ninth-stage Qi Formation cultivator, indifferent from an ant, prance around so recklessly in his presence.

"Draw your sword," Ling Feng's tone remained indifferent as he locked eyes with Di Jingtian. He calmly declared, "I'll defeat you without using a sword!"

Upon hearing these words, the disciples of the Wenxian Sect who were watching were left dumbfounded. Di Jingtian, initially surprised, nearly broke his back from laughter.

"This... isn't Ling Feng too arrogant? Di Jingtian even defeated Senior Brother Li Muge!"

Standing in the midst of the crowd, Li Muge's fists tightened as a surge of anger welled up within him. Having experienced defeat by Di Jingtian, he was aware of Di Jingtian's formidable strength. Ling Feng's audacious claim left him with a strong sense of disdain.

It's just Ling Feng, he can't even defeat me, what gives him the audacity to boast here?

"Kid, my initial plan was to break one of your legs and incapacitate you for a few months. However, with your big talk, I'll cripple both your hands too and incapacitate you forever!"

Di Jingtian's eyes brimmed with an ominous killing intent, and his piercing gaze icily fixated on Ling Feng.

"Prepare yourself!"

The long sword in Di Jingtian's hand hummed with a resonating vibration.

Faced with such a daring fellow, Di Jingtian struck with exceptional ruthlessness.

"Look carefully, one punch[1] is all it takes!" Ling Feng stood firm, refraining from unsheathing his sword. With one hand casually placed behind him, he fixed his gaze, and an atmosphere reminiscent of a turbulent sea surged around him.

"It's the Ninefold Ocean-Guarding Fist!"

Observing Ling Feng's initial stance, some individuals had already recognized the technique he was executing.

The Ninefold Ocean-Guarding Fist, originally an incomplete manual, had been mastered by very few within the Wenxian Sect. Xiao Qingfeng was the latest individual to acquire it, but he lost both the manual and his life during a duel with Ling Feng.

"Hmph, what a lousy martial technique. Prepare to meet your end!" Di Jingtian's sword advanced like a celestial force, its gleaming brilliance almost blinding the onlookers.

"Onslaught of Endless Falling Leaves!"

With a single strike, Di Jingtian employed the finishing move that had defeated Li Muge. In his view, if Ling Feng were to confront this move head-on, his entire meridian system would undoubtedly be severed, reducing him to a complete cripple.

Yet, to his surprise, his seemingly unstoppable killer move was effortlessly evaded with a mere sway from the opponent.

Meanwhile, the opponent's fist had already pressed firmly against his chest.

"Take a look yourself, who's the one defeated now?" Ling Feng's lips curled into a subtle arc, and then with a low roar, he exclaimed, "Azure Dragon—Subduing the Vast Sea!"

Bang!

At such close range, the full force of the Azure Dragon Subduing the Vast Sea move surged forth, landing a direct and powerful blow on Di Jingtian's chest.

"You—"

Before Di Jingtian could react, his heart had already been pierced. Blood and shredded flesh soared into the air, It formed a mist of crimson, dispersing with the wind.

In utter disbelief, Di Jingtian's eyes widened as he gazed at Ling Feng. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that a single move from Ling Feng could effortlessly finish him!

Moreover, it mercilessly took away his life!

Hiss—

The onlooking disciples all gasped in astonishment.

How remarkably similar this scene was!

Ling Feng was akin to a grim reaper. Anyone who dared to provoke him would meet their end.

A month ago, it was Xiao Qingfeng.

A month later, meeting the same fate, Di Jingtian!

Proudly standing, Ling Feng, with the Heavenly Dao Eye open, had a thorough grasp of Di Jingtian's killer move. Every vulnerability was visible to him.

In this situation, Di Jingtian's only fate was death.

"Jingtian!" The Broken Sword Elder from the Liuyun Sword Sect roared, bloodshot veins crawling in his eyes. His hands trembled as he cried out, "Disciple, my good disciple!" With a surge of anger, the Broken Sword Elder fixed his blood-stained eyes firmly on Ling Feng, shouting, "You little bastard, I'll kill you!"

"Fists and kicks have no eyes. Your disciple harmed a member of the Wenxian Sect, why can’t I fight back?" Ling Feng faced the predatory gaze of the Broken Sword Elder from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, undaunted and resolute.

"Take a life, pay the price! I’ll kill you!"

In the torment of losing his beloved disciple, the Broken Sword Elder, on the verge of madness, swept his longsword, aiming to slay Ling Feng.

"Broken Sword Elder, don't forget, this is the territory of our Wenxian Sect!" Elder Qingyun swiftly unsheathed his sword, skillfully parrying the strikes of the Broken Sword Elder, and uttered in a stern tone.

Regardless, Ling Feng took a stand for the Wenxian Sect, restoring lost honor. Elder Qingyun couldn't simply stand idly by and let the Broken Sword Elder act recklessly.

Squinting, Ling Feng hadn't anticipated Elder Qingyun's intervention. Nevertheless, even if the Elder hadn't stepped in, Ling Feng wouldn't have been afraid of the Broken Sword Elder.

This was the territory of the Wenxian Sect, as long as he stayed within its boundaries, he could invoke the sect leader's token. The sword qi of Duanmu Qingshan could be called upon for support at any given moment.

No matter how formidable this Broken Sword Elder is, can he truly outmatch the strength of Duanmu Qingshan?

If that were true, the Liuyun Sword Sect would have already established sole dominance in the Xianzong Mountains, leaving no opportunity for the Wenxian Sect to claim a valuable territory like Jiuxian Mountain.

"Qingyun, you can't stop me!" The Broken Sword Elder's beard shook uncontrollably in his anger. Having painstakingly cultivated a disciple of outstanding talent and treating him as a true successor, only to witness him being killed so casually by Ling Feng, was as sorrowful as cutting one's own flesh.

Sweat dripped from Elder Qingyun's forehead; indeed, his strength fell short compared to the Broken Sword Elder. After barely managing to parry a few attacks, his internal energy was in turmoil, and he was starting to feel somewhat drained.

"Elder Qing Yun, step aside!" Ling Feng stood with an air of pride, directing his gaze toward the Broken Sword Elder. With a nonchalant tone, he remarked, "I'm curious to see how this old mongrel plans to kill me."

"What?" The expression on Elder Qing Yun's face shifted, wondering if this young man had lost his mind.

He's the one who ended Di Jingtian's life, the extraordinary and malevolent individual. However, this Broken Sword Elder, with his prowess in the later stages of the Pulse Formation Realm, could effortlessly claim his puny life with just a casual flick of his finger!

"Elder Qing Yun, step aside. He won't be able to kill me," declared Ling Feng with a confident and forceful tone, subtly convincing those who heard him.

Elder Qing Yun's expression shifted several times. Observing that a disciple had gone to notify the other elders, he clenched his teeth, sheathed his sword, and retreated to the side.

"Little bastard, you've brought this upon yourself!" Elder Broken Sword couldn't fathom why Ling Feng dared to face him directly. How could he defy fate, being just a cultivator in the Qi Formation Realm?

"Old mongrel, this is my final warning. Don't bring trouble upon yourself!"

With Ling Feng's right hand firmly clutching the sect leader's token hidden in his embrace, the very moment this old fool made a move, the sword qi of Duanmu Qingshan would teach him how to behave!

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