The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1472: You Will Regret This

"Are you brain-dead?"

Ling Feng flicked his finger and sent out a sharp burst of wind, striking the light orb and shattering it.

With a loud bang, the orb exploded. The image of the Unrivaled Young Emperor inside vanished instantly.

"Ah!"

Fairy Qingping cried out. She crouched down, trying to gather the fragments, then looked up at Ling Feng with anger blazing in her eyes.

"Ling Feng, you've caused a huge disaster!"

"A disaster?"

Ling Feng let out a cold laugh. "It's just a broken orb. That so-called Unrivaled Young Emperor is nothing more than an arrogant fool who's full of himself."

He did not hold back at all. To him, wasting even a few more words on someone like that was an insult to his intelligence.

"You don't understand anything!" Fairy Qingping clenched her fists tightly. "Do you really think you can stand against him with your strength?"

"He's only ranked eighth in the inner sect. Do you think I would care?"

Ling Feng smirked. With his current strength, he could already contend with early-tier Great Emperors. Now that he had the three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows, even the Ten Young Emperors did not intimidate him. He would not mind testing himself against someone at the level of the Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes.

"You really have no idea what you're talking about!" Fairy Qingping bit down hard on her words. "You don't know how extraordinary Senior Brother Qin is, how terrifying his talent is!"

Ling Feng raised a brow, his tone turning mocking. "Eighth place is what you call extraordinary talent? If that's the case, the seven people ranked above him must be monsters."

"Hmph!"

A trace of admiration spread across Fairy Qingping's face.

"If Senior Brother Qin had not crippled his own cultivation to restart his training for the sake of mastering a supreme technique, he would have been at least in the top three of the inner sect, possibly even first! And after starting over, it took him less than five years to rise from the Qi Formation Realm to the peak of the second-stage Extreme Human Emperor. He is the only one at that level who made it into the Ten Young Emperors!"

As she spoke, her expression grew more and more excited, her eyes filled with reverence.

"You have no idea what kind of man he is!"

"Five years from Qi Formation to second-stage Extreme Human Emperor..."

Ling Feng rubbed his nose, a hint of seriousness flickering in his eyes.

To destroy one's own cultivation and start over for a single technique required incredible resolve.

To climb from nothing to the peak of the Extreme Human Emperor realm in just five years spoke of astonishing talent.

On top of that, every one of the Ten Young Emperors could fight above their level and match early-tier Great Emperors. For him to enter that group at the second-stage Extreme Human Emperor level meant he was indeed no ordinary figure.

Even so, when it came to sheer monstrous talent, Ling Feng had never feared anyone.

After all, he had gone from an ordinary mortal to someone capable of fighting early-tier Great Emperors in just over two years!

Of course, he was no ordinary human. He was the child of the Heavenly Dao, a being even the Heaven-Patrolling race of the Immortal Domain feared.

Comparing him to others in the lower realm was hardly fair.

After a brief silence, Ling Feng gave a small nod. "I'll admit it. He's impressive."

"When he comes out of seclusion this time, he will definitely reach the third-stage Extreme Human Emperor. By then, he could even challenge the third-ranked inner sect disciple and take that position!"

Fairy Qingping stared at Ling Feng, her voice trembling with anger.

"And you dared to destroy the communication orb he gave me. Do you even understand the crime you've committed?"

Ling Feng shrugged, completely unconcerned.

"I've already offended him, so I might as well go all the way. If he wants trouble, he can come find me. One comes, I beat one. Two come, I kill both!"

From the moment he refined that spirit core, a clash between him and the Unrivaled Young Emperor had already become inevitable.

That man could grow stronger, but Ling Feng would not stop improving either.

Once he returned from the Hunting Battlefield and entered the "War God Temple" to comprehend sacred-tier spiritual will, he was confident that it would not matter whether Qin Zusheng was ranked eighth or third. The result would be the same!

"You're hopeless! Completely delusional!"

Fairy Qingping glared at him with fury burning in her eyes. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"You will regret this!"

With that, she turned and left without another word. Whatever goodwill she had left was gone.

She had originally hoped to ease the conflict between Ling Feng and the Unrivaled Young Emperor, but Ling Feng's temperament was like a rock at the bottom of a latrine, stubborn and unyielding!

Ling Feng only shrugged. He took out the storage spirit ring he had seized from Clair. Aside from some common resources, he found a martial skill manual inside.

Phantom Wave Primordial Palm!

Clair had used this technique against him earlier. Even though Clair lost, it did not mean the technique was weak. He simply lost to Ling Feng's overwhelming Dragon-Elephant Divine Strength.

In truth, this was a genuine king-tier martial skill, far superior to Ling Feng's Ninefold Ocean-Guarding Fist.

He had not replaced his old fist technique because he had not found anything better. Now that he had this manual, and with the help of the Eye of the Emperor, one night would be enough to fully grasp it.

With a king-tier martial skill combined with Dragon-Elephant Divine Strength, the power of his strikes would become unstoppable!

Far away, in a distant chamber.

"Damn it!"

The moment the orb was destroyed, the Unrivaled Young Emperor sensed it. Ling Feng's arrogance and disrespect filled him with rage.

"Good. Very good. I saw some potential in you and was willing to give you a chance, even take you under my command. Since you don’t know how to appreciate that, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

The chamber fell silent again. Around him, golden dragon manifestations coiled and moved, like a sovereign among dragons, dominating heaven and earth.

The divine skills he cultivated were clearly extraordinary.

...

At the same time, in the barbarian camp.

Clair lay on a beast hide, his body covered in blood, twitching constantly. He looked worse than dead.

His arm had been torn off by Ling Feng. His lower body had been crushed into pulp by the enraged Hall of War disciples. His dantian had been destroyed. He was completely crippled.

"Kill me... just kill me..."

Clair groaned weakly. In his current state, death would be a relief.

"Hmph!"

Drucker's face darkened. He stared at Clair and raised his hand, pressing it toward his head.

A flicker of relief appeared in Clair's eyes. At least this would end his suffering.

"Hmph! You want to die? I won't let you!"

Drucker withdrew his hand, his expression filled with resentment.

"You caused me to lose three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows, and you think you can die so easily?"

"Enough, Drucker."

Another barbarian Great Emperor stepped into the tent. His status was similar to the Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes of the Hall of War. He was a leading figure among the barbarian geniuses. His name was Wen Te.

"Lord Wen Te."

The other barbarian geniuses immediately bowed. Drucker clenched his fists, stood up, and bowed as well.

"Greetings, Lord Wen Te."

"Mm."

Wen Te nodded slightly. "I already know what happened. At this point, assigning blame or dwelling on regret is meaningless. The Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows are sacred artifacts of our people. They represent the invincible might of the barbarians. No matter what, they must not remain in the hands of the Hall of War!"