The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1147: Disciple of the Sacred Land

Overwhelmed by rage, the black-clad girl lunged forward and unleashed her toxic arts upon Ling Feng.

Ling Feng met her assault with an effortless motion, dissolving her killing strike as easily as brushing away dust.

"You want to kill me? With that level of strength?"

He gave a cold smile, sheathed the Eradicator of Realms, and summoned the celestial artifact, the Bow of Yi. A slight curve touched his lips.

The poison spreading through the air was potent. Even with Ling Feng's resilient physique, it posed a faint threat. However, as long as he kept his distance, her venom would lose its bite.

When it came to range, the Bow of Yi was unrivaled.

A single arrow could pierce a skull even from eight hundred li away!

"Three Locks, open!"

Ling Feng exhaled lightly. Inside his body, three of his Primordial Locks burst open, instantly resonating with the Bow of Yi's string. That was the true terror of this weapon. It required no physical arrows. The resonance between the Primordial Locks and the bowstring formed arrows of pure dragon essence.

"Falling Stars!"

Ling Feng's figure blurred as he executed the Boundless Sword Steps, increasing the distance between himself and the black-clad girl. He then drew the bowstring. Golden light condensed before him, swelling until it seemed to fill the sky.

As he released the string, starlight erupted across the heavens.

The arrow fell like a meteor shower, enveloping thirty zhang around the girl in a rain of golden brilliance.

The storm of light collided with the emerald cloud of poison surging from her palms.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions shook the sea. A muffled cry followed as the black-clad girl staggered backward several steps, a thread of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

"This bow..."

Her pupils trembled as she stared at Ling Feng. She could hardly believe that such terrifying power had erupted from someone still at the Spiritual Element Realm.

The Hailong Island disciples stared wide eyed. Though the black-clad girl was technically their junior sister, she was famed as one of Hailong Island's most gifted prodigies.

She had already reached the third level of the Spiritual Sea Realm, but her true combat strength rivaled the fifth or even sixth level.

Combined with her venom arts, even the Second Senior Brother feared her deeply.

Yet Ling Feng had forced her back with a single arrow.

The elders of the Feng Family were equally astonished. None of them had expected Ling Feng to wield such a formidable weapon.

Fatty Huang slapped his forehead repeatedly. "I was blind, completely blind. Brother Ling's bow is incredible!"

"This bow isn't ordinary. Could it be a celestial weapon?"

The Hailong Island Lord's wife narrowed her eyes, studying the massive bow in Ling Feng's hands. A sudden thought struck her like lightning.

This youth, so young yet so powerful, even wields a celestial artifact...

Could he be a disciple of a Sacred Land?

Her expression shifted slightly. If he truly came from a Sacred Land, then even if she had three hundred lives, she would not dare to lay a hand on him.

The Outer Sea Ten Sects might appear powerful across the Tianlan Sea Region, but before a Sacred Land, they were less than dust.

Still uncertain, she suppressed her emotions and continued to watch Ling Feng closely, searching for a way to end this without disaster.

The Hailong Island disciples, however, were confused. This woman was known not only for her beauty but also for her ruthlessness. Now, even after her daughter had been wounded, she showed no anger, only extreme caution.

Something was wrong! Terribly wrong!

The black-clad girl, unwilling to accept defeat, glared at Ling Feng, hatred burning in her eyes. "You little wretch, what kind of bow is that? How can it be so strong?"

"Hehe, why don't you try again and find out?"

Ling Feng's fingers brushed the bowstring once more. This time, six Primordial Locks opened together. The golden light radiating from the Bow of Yi grew blinding, and the dragon might it carried became nearly tangible.

A thunderous roar filled the air.

A dragon's cry echoed across the sky. Everyone's face drained of color. Could a dragon soul truly be sealed within that bow?

If that's true, then it must be the legendary celestial artifact!

"Gulp..."

Feng family patriarch swallowed hard. Is young friend Ling a disciple of the Sacred Land?

The Island Lord's wife trembled. Her mind was now certain. Ling Feng had to be a prodigy from one of the Sacred Lands. And the nearest Sacred Land to the Tiansheng Empire was none other than the Dongling Immortal Pool.

Only from the Dongling Immortal Pool could such a monstrous genius emerge. Only there would a celestial artifact be bestowed upon someone still at the Spiritual Element Realm.

A weapon of that level was priceless!

Even if they sold off every single treasure on Hailong Island, they could not afford a single celestial artifact!

Her gaze burned with envy, yet she dared not act. To raise a hand against a disciple of Dongling Immortal Pool was to invite annihilation. If word reached the Sacred Land, Hailong Island would vanish within moments.

"Hmph!"

The black-clad girl clenched her teeth. "Do you think you've already won just because of that bow?"

She bit down on her tongue, forcing out a mouthful of essence blood and igniting her life force to release the poisonous energy she had cultivated for years.

"Void Touch!"

In the blink of an eye, Ling Feng's eyes flashed violet. Before him, space split apart, and countless purple tentacles surged from the rift.

This technique was originally meant to bind enemies, but now those tentacles served as his shield.

A sizzling hiss filled the air. The purple tentacles withered and decayed within seconds, corroded by the venom. Even the Void Tentacles could not withstand her toxin. Had it touched Ling Feng directly, his head would have melted away.

"Such a vicious woman!"

With the Void Touch shielding him, Ling Feng drew his bow once more and invoked the strongest of the Three Forms of Yi.

"Piercing the Sun!"

Golden light gathered, condensing into a single radiant arrow. It carried overwhelming dragon might and shot forth like divine judgment.

That one shot consumed nearly a third of Ling Feng's elemental qi, leaving his face pale.

Its power surpassed even the killing strikes of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Art, perhaps by more than a small margin.

Fierce gales tore through the sea!

Blazing flames swept across the sky!

The dragon's might surged with unstoppable dominance. The arrow streaked through the heavens like a golden rainbow piercing the sun.

Before it even reached her, the pressure alone shattered the girl's garments, revealing the snow-white skin beneath.

In an instant, that pale flesh turned black and lifeless, her vitality drained away.

A layer of green scales spread rapidly across her body in a desperate attempt to resist the scorching force consuming her.