The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1464: Louder, I Cant Hear You

All of a sudden, the sharp sounds of clashing blows rang out in rapid succession, bang after bang.

Everyone looked up. In the central zone between the two camps, two figures were locked in fierce combat.

One was an early-tier Great Emperor from the Hall of War.

The other was also an early-tier Great Emperor, an expert from the barbarian side.

They fought with no sign of stopping, yet none of the higher-ups intervened.

"Senior Brother Feng, is it really appropriate for them to fight like this? The hunting battlefield opens tomorrow, and they can't even wait a single night?" Feng Ling asked, puzzled, turning toward Feng Shaoan.

Feng Shaoan's expression did not change. "This is tacitly approved by both sides. The Hall of War and the barbarians have been enemies for years. Personal grudges are inevitable. For example, a disciple of the Hall of War might have killed the woman of some barbarian Great Emperor, forging a blood feud. Now that enemies meet, their eyes turn red with hatred. Giving them a chance to spar is a way to vent that resentment."

"Of course, it's also a form of mutual posturing. Whichever side gains the upper hand wins a bit of prestige. So as long as no one dies, the higher-ups will turn a blind eye."

Feng Shaoan explained calmly.

Feng Ling nodded and giggled. "That's good then. I don't have any enemies."

Ling Feng smiled faintly, lifted his kettle, and took a sip. "Mm. I don't have any either. Someone as friendly and peace-loving as me, it's hard to even make an enemy..."

"WHO IS LING FENG?! GET THE HELL OUT HERE!"

A thunderous roar shook the mountains and forests, drawing the focused gaze of the several hundred elites from both sides.

These past few days, the name Ling Feng had become completely famous. Among ordinary Hall of War disciples, it had practically become synonymous with a ferocious killing god.

From the barbarian ranks strode out a burly giant with a tiger's back and bear's waist. He wore a set of scale soft armor that left half his chest bare. His skin was dark, his eyes sharp and spirited, and a terrifying, powerful aura radiated from his entire body.

On the Hall of War side, countless gazes shot toward Ling Feng like arrows.

"Pfft!"

Ling Feng choked on his mouthful of water. Damn it, you can't slap me in the face like this in public!

"Tsk tsk. Who was it that just said he had no enemies?" Feng Ling said, worried yet unable to hold back her laughter when she saw Ling Feng's darkened expression.

Ling Feng's face turned black. He shot to his feet and glared at the shouting giant. "Your grandpa here is drinking. What do you want? Say it quick if you've got something to say. If you need to fart, do it fast, then get lost!"

The barbarian giant's sharp gaze seemed to cross space itself and land directly on Ling Feng. When he sensed that Ling Feng was only at the Spiritual Sea Realm, he froze slightly.

Strength like that was utterly insignificant. Was this kid really here for the hunting battlefield?

Or just here for a joke?

But weak as he might be, his arrogance was boundless. A mere Spiritual Sea Realm trash actually dared speak to him like that.

"You're the one who killed Bo Ershu?"

The barbarian giant glared, killing intent flickering in his eyes.

"Bo Ershu?"

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes, raised a brow lazily, and chuckled. "Sounds a little familiar. Which cat or dog was that again? Sorry, too many cats and dogs have died by my hand. The weak ones, I can't remember."

One sentence made the barbarian giant tremble with rage.

Of course Ling Feng remembered the name Bo Ershu.

When they had first arrived at the Hall of War, Supreme Elder Xu had given them a chance to avoid being assigned to logistics, capture and kill an enemy scout unit.

The leader of that scout team had been Bo Ershu, known as the Silver Fox.

At the time, Ling Feng's Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body Art had been nowhere near as powerful as it was now. He had worked together with Fairy Qingping to capture Bo Ershu alive.

Though "captured alive" was a bit generous, after Ling Feng's heavy punch, Bo Ershu had not lasted long in prison before dying with a final hiccup.

What puzzled Ling Feng was how the barbarians knew about this.

He had never appeared on the main battlefield before. Logically, they shouldn't even know he existed.

Even stranger, how did they know he was here?

Suddenly, Ling Feng's eyelid twitched. Not far away, he spotted Yuwen Liang watching the show.

The man pretended to chat and laugh with his companions as if nothing was wrong, but he could never fool Ling Feng's instincts.

It didn't take a genius to figure it out. Yuwen Liang must have secretly leaked the information that Ling Feng had captured and killed Bo Ershu.

What a vicious, scheming little snake.

A cold glint flashed through Ling Feng's eyes. Yuwen Liang was now on his kill list.

He had escaped during the selection battle last time. But if they met in the hunting battlefield, Ling Feng would make sure he learned what true regret meant.

"Despicable!"

Chu Tiange and Feng Ling had also noticed Yuwen Liang. They had not expected him to stoop so low.

Even Feng Shaoan shook his head slightly. As fellow top elite disciples of the Hall of War, he had once admired Yuwen Liang.

Now he only felt disgust, and even shame at having once been mentioned in the same breath as such a treacherous man.

On the opposite side, the barbarian giant was beside himself with fury. He locked his gaze on Ling Feng and roared, "Do you know that Bo Ershu was my clan uncle?!"

"Your what?"

Ling Feng strode out from the crowd, cupped a hand behind his ear like a horn, and grinned. "Speak louder. I can't hear you!"

"CLAN! UNCLE!"

Seeing Ling Feng's mocking grin, the barbarian giant exploded with anger and bellowed at full force, his voice shaking the mountains and piercing the sky.

Simple brute, he had no idea he'd already fallen into Ling Feng's trap.

"Mm! Good nephew. No need to get so excited seeing your uncle. Come, your uncle will treat you to a meal of crap! That Senior Brother Yuwen Liang over there, go find a little grove and drop a pile for our guest! Ah, never mind. Your mouth is already full of shit. Just spit some out, that works too!"

Ling Feng shouted back.

The Hall of War disciples burst into laughter.

"LING FENG!"

Yuwen Liang's face flushed red. That damned bastard had humiliated him in front of everyone!

The barbarian giant was equally enraged, eyes bulging as he glared at Ling Feng with a ferocious expression. "Remember my name, Deluke!"

It's him?

Quite a few Hall of War disciples who had been watching for fun abruptly stopped laughing, their expressions turning uneasy.

Feng Shaoan's face changed as well. He hurriedly said, "Junior Brother Ling, hold back! You can't afford to provoke this man!"

"Oh?" Ling Feng glanced at him and curled his lips. "Who is he? That famous?"

Feng Shaoan stole a careful glance at Deluke and lowered his voice. "Among early-tier Great Emperors, this Deluke is at the very top. In overall strength, he's no weaker than Donghuang Xuan Yi."

"Oh? Someone comparable to Donghuang Xuan Yi?"

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes.

This one... would be troublesome.