The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1459: Unreasonably Strong

"Ling Feng, what are you doing? This is just a spar! Why are you being so ruthless?"

On the high platform, Yuwen Liang's eyelids twitched uncontrollably as he shouted in anger.

These Great Emperor experts were the very people he had arranged to deal with Ling Feng's group. Now that Ling Feng had beaten one of them into such a miserable state, the blame would inevitably fall on him.

"Hehe!"

Ling Feng did not stop. His hand continued striking Wu Jian's face again and again with sharp, ringing slaps. He turned toward Yuwen Liang and gave a cold smile.

"Ruthless? Weren't all of you doing the same thing to my companions earlier? So you can do it, but I can't?"

"You!"

Yuwen Liang was furious, but he had no rebuttal. When they dealt with Chu Tiange and the others, they had used the exact same method. They made it impossible for them to surrender.

Damn Ling Feng!

He was returning everything they had done, blow for blow!

With no one stepping in, Ling Feng struck even harder. Channeling the Dragon-Elephant Divine Strength, every slap landed with explosive force, echoing across the arena.

Before long, Wu Jian's face had swollen grotesquely. Both cheeks puffed up so badly that even his own mother might not recognize him.

Slap! Slap! Slap...

The sharp sound echoed through the silent arena.

Everyone froze.

They had seen Human Emperors defeat Great Emperors before, but those were peak-level experts at the very limit.

Ling Feng was only at the Spiritual Sea Realm!

A Spiritual Sea Realm cultivator like this had never been seen before!

No one kept count of how many strikes he delivered. All they knew was that after several minutes, the ground within a meter of Ling Feng had cracked like a spiderweb, soaked with blood.

Each slap forced Wu Jian to spit out blood. Any ordinary person would have died long ago.

Now Wu Jian hung limp in Ling Feng's grasp like a lifeless dog. His face was drenched in blood, his mouth still bleeding, his eyes rolled back, completely unconscious.

Ling Feng had beaten a Great Emperor to near death with his bare hands!

The older inner sect elites at the Human Emperor level felt their scalps go numb!

If even Wu Jian ended up like this, what would happen to them?

When did someone like this appear in the inner sect?

He was absurdly strong!

Among the spectators, the Great Emperor elites who had previously joined Yuwen Liang in targeting Ling Feng's group all wore grim expressions.

Anyone could see it.

Ling Feng was making an example out of them.

He was not just slapping Wu Jian. He was slapping all of them.

Wu Jian's fate was too miserable.

Even without checking, it was obvious that his internal injuries were severe. He would not recover for at least ten days or more.

The Hunting Battlefield was about to begin. Missing this opportunity might mean missing it for life.

With his strength, Wu Jian should have secured a spot and achieved decent results. Now that chance was gone.

A Great Emperor reduced to this state left everyone with complicated feelings.

On the other side, the inner sect elites who had long been suppressed by the older generation were filled with excitement.

Not just Chu Tiange and the others. Even Bai Qi clenched his fists, his eyes burning with passion.

"Damn, that felt amazing!"

Feng Ling cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, "Ling Feng, that was perfect!"

This was the same Wu Jian who had brutally beaten her earlier while pretending it was guidance. Now he could try smiling again.

"Junior Brother Ling, well done!"

"Junior Brother Ling, keep going! Get revenge for us!"

"..."

Most inner sect elites had been stuck doing logistics work since arriving at the battlefield. Even the contribution points they earned were often taken by these older elites.

"Oh? Senior Brother fainted? Hehe, sorry about that. You acted so confident earlier, saying you'd teach me a lesson. I thought you were actually strong. If you can't fight, you should say so earlier. How was I supposed to know otherwise? If you're weak, don't act tough. It only leads to misunderstandings!"

With a cold laugh, Ling Feng tossed Wu Jian off the arena like a dead dog.

The surrounding veteran elites twitched at the corners of their mouths.

This was not Wu Jian showing off!

It was Ling Feng being unreasonably strong!

A Great Emperor acting confident in front of a Spiritual Sea Realm cultivator should have been completely normal.

Ling Feng sneered and turned his gaze toward the preparation area. His eyes landed on a Great Emperor wearing green armor.

"Senior Brother, I believe you also had a hand in dealing with my teammates earlier. I should properly thank you and return the favor."

He smiled, but anyone could see the danger behind it.

He intended to settle every single score!

The green-armored Great Emperor hesitated. Wu Jian's fate was still fresh in his mind, and he had no desire to end up the same way.

"What's wrong? Are you scared? I'm just at the Spiritual Sea Realm. I'm very weak."

Ling Feng stood casually on the stage, his eyes filled with obvious disdain.

"Bastard!" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The green-armored Great Emperor clenched his fists. Being looked down on by someone at that level felt unbearable.

On the high platform, Donghuang Xuanyi spoke calmly.

"Xu Qing, go fight. We are Great Emperors. Do not let a junior belittle us!"

"Yes!"

Xu Qing sighed inwardly. He knew he could not avoid this and stepped forward.

Yuwen Liang gritted his teeth and shouted, "Senior Brother Xu, don't underestimate him. Use your full strength!"

From what they had seen, many believed Wu Jian lost because he was careless. They thought Ling Feng was strong, but not overwhelmingly so.

In truth, it would not have mattered.

With the strength of twenty Dragon-Elephant forces, Ling Feng could already clash head-on with early-stage Great Emperors using pure physical power.

After unlocking all seven Primordial Locks, his speed had reached an extreme level.

Ultimate speed combined with overwhelming strength simplified everything.

Nothing could break through his speed.

Nothing could withstand his power.

"Hmph, I know!"

Xu Qing took a deep breath. He was not afraid of Ling Feng's displayed strength. At the very least, he believed he would not lose as miserably as Wu Jian. Even if he lost, he was confident he could retreat safely and avoid ending up beaten into such a pitiful state.