The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 687: Yan Jinghongs First Defeat!

"Young Master Feng, what should we do? Shall we wait and watch how things unfold?" Whispered Fatty Huang, edging closer to Feng Yan's ear.

Before he could finish, Feng Yan stepped forward, lightly toying with a jade fan in his hand. Smiling faintly at Yan Jinghong across from him, he said, "So, it appears that you must be the so-called 'Empire’s Legend' from Tianbai Empire, Yan Jinghong."

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"Hmph! Who do you think you are, meddling in my affairs? Get lost!" Yan Jinghong's gaze grew cold, and his Ice Emperor's Domain exploded outward, bearing down on Feng Yan.

A frigid whirlwind spiraled around him from all directions, laced with dangerously sharp ice shards resembling serpents that slithered and coiled and threatened to shred Feng Yan to pieces.

"W-watch out!"

Jiang Xiaofan shouted, realizing this was the same attack Yan Jinghong had used to nearly kill him. Though the ice shards were formed from elemental force, they were impossibly sharp and radiated extreme cold.

If they struck, the icy chill would penetrate one's organs. Without his Xuanwu blood protecting him, he wouldn't have lasted until Ling Feng's arrival.

"You know, it's impolite to strike without warning," Feng Yan said, snapping his jade fan shut. A flash of black flame danced on his fingertip, solidifying as it grew.

"That..." Ling Feng's pupils contracted as he remembered the half-step demon king he had seen in Boneyard Wasteland, its corpse marked by scorched wounds that reeked of this dark flame.

Due to having cultivated the Art of Devouring Flame, Ling Feng sensed that this flame wasn't an abnormal fire; it was power honed from a unique martial skill. Its destructive potential rivaled that of any abnormal fire!

So, it was him!

Ling Feng inhaled sharply. Although he'd suspected that Feng Yan wasn't ordinary, he never imagined he was the one who had easily slain the half-step demon king in a single strike.

Yan Jinghong was about to face a formidable foe.

Swoosh!

With a swift flick, a dark bolt shot out from Feng Yan's fingertip, igniting Yan Jinghong's icy whirlwinds into black flames, which then transformed into writhing shadowy serpents lunging back at Yan Jinghong.

"What!?"

Yan Jinghong's pupils shrank. This was the first time someone had shattered his Ice Emperor's Domain and turned his own attack against him.

"Ugh!"

Yan Jinghong coughed up blood as Feng Yan's dark flames pierced his palm and attempted to spread across his body. Terrified, he immediately channeled his Ice Emperor true qi to freeze the fire.

That finger...

"Sky-Imprisonment Finger!" Yan Jinghong glared at Feng Yan. "You're Feng Yan from the Tiansheng Empire!"

"I told you, it's impolite to attack without greeting," Feng Yan replied with a slight raise of his brow. "If you'd only asked, I'd have told you that I'm Feng Yan."

Yan Jinghong's face turned pale as he cursed inwardly.

Had he not underestimated Feng Yan, he wouldn't have been so easily struck by the Sky-Imprisonment Finger.

Their strengths were roughly equal, with slight differences. Under such conditions, the smallest mistake could be fatal.

Luckily, his Ice Emperor true qi protected him in time. Otherwise, the damage would have been far worse than just a pierced hand.

"So strong!"

Ling Feng muttered as he watched Yan Jinghong's haughty demeanor crumble in Feng Yan's presence.

In the Dongling Region, talents were indeed numerous. Yan Jinghong, whom no one could rival within the Tianbai Empire, didn't seem so overwhelming on this grander stage.

Jiang Xiaofan was dumbfounded. The move that he had barely survived had been shattered effortlessly by Feng Yan.

Just how many monstrous beings were there in this world?

Clenching his fists, his eyes burned with renewed battle will. I'm not strong enough, not even close!

"Yan-whatever-your-name-is, don't think you're invincible just because you're doing well in the Tianbai Empire," Fatty Huang declared, puffing out his chest as he laughed. "Our Master Feng is the real genius here. You better scram!"

"I'll repay today's shame twice in the future!"

Yan Jinghong shot a ruthless glare at Fatty Huang, and then turned his gaze to Ling Feng and sneered, "Enjoy your final days; you won't have much longer to jump around!"

With that, Yan Jinghong's figure transformed into a flash of white light and, with a swoosh, he vanished in an instant.

Since birth, he had been surrounded by admiration and praise. Never had he suffered such a defeat.

Though it was his carelessness that led to this outcome, it still left him feeling utterly humiliated.

If he and Shen Lang joined forces, they could still challenge Feng Yan. Yet, for someone as prideful as Yan Jinghong, he couldn't bear to stay here any longer.

Especially before those he deemed weak and worthless!

"Ah..." Shen Lang sighed, lifting his wine jug and taking a long swig before shaking his head. "That guy is the worst teammate. He just runs off without any regard for others."

"Don't worry; I had no intention of fighting you," Feng Yan replied with a slight smile, resuming his casual play with the jade fan. "The Lost City is unclaimed territory, and Tiandan Pavilion's opportunities are open to all. Enter freely without concern."

"Oh?" Shen Lang's eyebrows lifted in surprise before he laughed heartily. "It's said that Feng Yan of Tiansheng Empire is a gentleman, and now I see it's true. Thank you, Brother Feng!"

"May I know your name?"

"Shen Lang of Tianlong Empire," he said, squinting with a faint smile.

Feng Yan returned the fist-and-palm salute, laughing, "Ah, so it's Brother Shen! Haha..."

Ling Feng observed Feng Yan thoughtfully. A monstrous talent, yet so poised and courteous. This man was indeed a rare gentleman.

To Ling Feng, Feng Yan's manners were sincere. It was uncommon to find someone with both immense strength and genuine humility.

This was indeed a rare breed, even if such people often met untimely ends in the martial world.

Yet, here Feng Yan stood, maintaining a pure heart despite the violent path of cultivation. His existence was truly a phenomenon.