The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1465: Utterly Deranged

"Brat! How dare you kill my clan uncle? You've got some nerve!"

Drucker's killing intent surged as he locked his gaze onto Ling Feng. His voice was ice cold. "Remember my name. Drucker! The one who takes your life will be me!"

The elite disciples of the Hall of War felt a chill in their hearts.

With Ling Feng's strength, if no one targeted him, he might have gone on a killing spree inside the Hunting Battlefield. But now that someone like Drucker had set his sights on him, his chances of making it out alive were close to zero.

Even though the Hunting Battlefield was not small, everyone would eventually converge at the central area for the final clash.

Yuwen Liang let out a cold laugh, the corner of his lips curling slightly.

Ling Feng could still talk big now, but once inside the Hunting Battlefield, not only would several Great Emperors from their side go after him, even a powerhouse like Drucker from the barbarian side had already marked him.

It would take a miracle if he could walk out alive.

Unfortunately, Yuwen Liang did not understand Ling Feng well enough. He had no idea that Ling Feng was known as a man who created miracles!

"Alright, Drucker, was it? I'll remember that. Since you miss Bo Ershu so much, I'll personally send you down to reunite with him."

Ling Feng nodded seriously, as if making a solemn promise.

Drucker's face twitched violently. He wanted nothing more than to rush forward and tear Ling Feng's mouth apart!

On the Hall of War side, the tense atmosphere eased a little, and many began laughing along.

At the same time, the clash between the two early tier Great Emperors came to a swift conclusion.

"Ah!"

With a scream, one figure was blasted away.

The one sent flying was clearly the Great Emperor from the Hall of War. He spat out a mouthful of blood as he landed. He was not heavily injured, but the frustration on his face was obvious.

"Heh, with your strength, you still dare come looking for revenge?"

The barbarian emperor opposing him was surprisingly handsome. Unlike the usual muscular barbarian brutes, he wore a gray robe and had a somewhat refined demeanor.

His name was Clair, a well known figure in the Land of War.

The injured Great Emperor, Yan Wufeng, looked furious. His teeth clenched, eyes burning with rage. "You beast! I won't rest until you're dead!"

Clair laughed loudly. "All I did was capture your woman, have my fun with her, then pass her around to my men. So what? If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being useless. You couldn't even protect your own woman. Trash like you should just die!"

He spoke without any restraint, exposing the most painful part of Yan Wufeng's past right in front of both sides.

Around Ling Feng, whispers spread.

"That woman he mentioned, isn't that Senior Sister Sun Yuling? She never came back after that mission. Turns out she was captured by the barbarians. And then..."

"Lower your voice. Back then, Senior Brother Yan and Senior Sister Sun were quite a pair. Who would have thought..."

"To be honest, it still comes down to Yan Wufeng being too weak. If he had been stronger, she wouldn't have ended up like that."

"I've heard the barbarians are especially cruel to women. Once they fall into their hands, this is usually how it ends."

"Sigh..."

Sighs spread among the disciples. Sun Yuling's fate was a thorn in many of their hearts.

In truth, Yan Wufeng was not the only one who wanted Clair dead. The man looked refined on the outside, but he was a complete monster. Countless women had suffered at his hands.

Today, Yan Wufeng spotted Clair among the enemy ranks and seized the chance to avenge the past. No one expected it to end like this.

Both were early tier Great Emperors, yet Yan Wufeng could not last even ten moves against him.

If the Hunting Battlefield had already begun, he would not have been sent flying. He would have died on the spot.

"Damn it!"

Hearing his deceased wife being humiliated, Yan Wufeng's eyes nearly split apart from rage. Ignoring his torn wounds, he roared, "You animal! I'll fight you to the death!"

"Get lost! Trash!"

Clair swept his leg and kicked Yan Wufeng in the jaw. A crack rang out as Yan Wufeng was sent flying over a hundred meters.

People from the Hall of War rushed forward to help. When they got a closer look, they sucked in a cold breath.

Yan Wufeng's neck was twisted at an unnatural angle. It was just short of snapping completely.

He could still be saved, but the injury was severe. Even if he entered the Hunting Battlefield, he would not be able to perform well.

"Why did you strike so ruthlessly? Are you trying to break the rules and start a war?"

The one who rushed over was Yuan Ling, Yan Wufeng's close friend. Seeing his condition, rage surged within him as he glared at Clair.

Both sides had agreed that sparring was allowed, but killing was forbidden. Anyone who crossed that line would have to pay the price.

Clair stood with his hands behind his back, a mocking smile on his lips. "Did I kill him? I only helped him wake up. He's useless. Don't push the blame onto others."

With that, he turned and walked away. Before leaving, he sneered, "If you don't have the strength, don't bring women onto the battlefield. However many you bring, I'll ruin them all. That little one was quite something in bed, I'll give her that. Hahaha!"

"Stop right there! I challenge you!"

Yuan Ling's eyes burned with fury as he called out.

Clair turned his head and sized him up briefly, then smirked. "What? Did I play with your woman too?"

"Bastard! Shut your filthy mouth!"

Yuan Ling clenched his fists tightly. Sun Yuling had also been his friend. Whether for her or for Yan Wufeng, he had to stand up and teach this arrogant barbarian a lesson.

"Hehe, since that's not the case, I'll pass."

Clair grinned. He could tell Yuan Ling was no weak opponent. He had already made his point by crushing Yan Wufeng. There was no need to take another risk. Losing would not be worth it.

"You!"

Yuan Ling was furious, but he had no way to force Clair into a fight.

In the distance, Ling Feng watched everything unfold, his brows slightly furrowed.

That barbarian named Clair had humiliated another man's wife and even bragged about it. It was completely beyond reason.

Feng Ling was trembling with anger. If not for the gap in strength, with her temper, she would have already rushed out to deal with him.