The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1468: Tearing the Barbarian Apart Alive

"Good. That’s all I needed to hear!"

At that moment, Ling Feng was practically bursting with joy.

If no one were around, he would have rolled on the ground laughing.

The truth was, he had always been hiding a celestial artifact level weapon, the Bow of Yi. Although he also had the Three Forms of Yi to go with it and could unleash decent power, a bow without arrows could never bring out its full strength.

Now the other side had delivered three celestial artifact level arrows right to him. There was no way he would hold back!

A divine bow paired with divine arrows was the perfect combination!

Only then did the Hall of War disciples suddenly realize what had been going on.

Ling Feng had been acting the whole time. His goal had been to take all three arrows in one move.

This guy had serious ambition!

No matter what, he was finally willing to fight!

Clair was strong. Ling Feng was no weaker. The fact that he could treat ordinary early-tier Great Emperors like punching bags was enough to prove how monstrous he was.

With Song Feilian's assurance secured, Ling Feng did not waste another second. He leapt forward and landed at the boundary between the two camps. He stood about ten zhang away from Clair and spoke in a lazy tone.

"Alright, that's enough talking. Make your move. Stop wasting time."

"Hm?"

Clair paused. The expressions on the Hall of War disciples looked strange.

By all logic, a mere Spiritual Sea Realm cultivator facing a Great Emperor should show at least some tension. Yet when Ling Feng stepped out, those Hall of War disciples looked calm. Some even seemed confident he would win.

"Forget it!"

Clair shook his head. No matter what, he was only a Spiritual Sea Realm cultivator. There had to be a limit to his strength.

At most, he might be comparable to a third-stage Extreme Human Emperor and could exchange a few moves with an early-tier Great Emperor. As for Clair himself, he had already shown his strength. He had crushed Yan Wufeng, who was at the same level, within ten moves.

"Hmph!"

Clair narrowed his eyes and sized Ling Feng up again. After confirming his cultivation, he smiled coldly.

"Brat, I finally caught you. Since you stepped out, prepare to be carried back. I will not kill you, but I will make you wish you were dead!"

He raised a hand and drew it across his throat before continuing.

"You dared offend Lord Drucker. This is your fate."

"Done talking? Then hurry up. The sooner this ends, the sooner I go back. It's getting late!"

Ling Feng shrugged, completely unconcerned. Instead, he kept urging Clair to attack.

"Fine. Fine!"

Clair let out a sinister laugh. He stored the three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows in his storage ring, then erupted forward and struck without hesitation.

"Phantom Wave Primordial Palm. Rising Tides!"

In an instant, a terrifying aura surged forth like a raging ocean. The force crashed down and enveloped Ling Feng.

This martial skill was a king-tier technique. With Clair's early-tier Great Emperor cultivation, the strike carried immense power. No matter how unusual Ling Feng was, there should have been no way to block it.

Yet something felt wrong to Clair.

It was too quiet.

At a moment like this, the Hall of War disciples should have been shouting or condemning him for striking too harshly. Instead, no one stepped forward. They all wore strange expressions, as if they were watching a dead man!

A few early-tier Great Emperors even trembled slightly and looked at Clair with pity. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Clair sensed something was off, but he could not pinpoint it.

Could a mere Spiritual Sea Realm cultivator really overturn the situation?

In the next instant, he found out why unease had been gnawing at him.

A terrifying surge of vitality exploded from Ling Feng's body. In that moment, the seemingly weak Ling Feng transformed into something like a primordial dragon-elephant. A suffocating aura radiated from him.

Ling Feng grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

"Shit!"

Clair shouted in alarm. Only now did he realize Ling Feng had been pretending weakness all along.

He had fallen into the trap.

But it was too late.

"Ninefold Ocean-Guarding Fist! Azure Dragon Subdues the Vast Sea!"

A dragon's roar shook the sky. The force of twenty dragon-elephants surged through his fist and erupted outward.

Phantom Wave Primordial Palm clashed against Ninth Level Ocean-Guarding Fist.

A king-tier technique met a mere mystic-tier technique.

By all logic, there should have been no suspense. Yet in the next moment, a scream rang out.

When Clair's fist collided with Ling Feng's, a sharp crack echoed.

His fist shattered!

Then his entire arm and half his body followed with a series of cracking sounds.

That single punch nearly crushed his bones completely!

"What... What kind of power is this!"

As he was blasted away, Clair's mind went blank. Only shock and terror remained.

Within the barbarian camp, even the demonic beast geniuses widened their eyes.

The vitality radiating from Ling Feng surpassed even their king beast bloodline!

This human was more monstrous than a demonic beast!

Ling Feng had no intention of letting Clair off so easily.

Lightning flashed. Ling Feng turned into a streak of lightning and activated Thunder God Shadow. In an instant, he appeared before Clair and grabbed his right arm.

With a sharp crack, he tore it off.

He ripped it off by force!

Ling Feng had never expected his opponent to honor the wager. The only safe way to secure the spoils was to take them himself.

Clair had stored the three arrows in his ring. That suited Ling Feng perfectly. Everything else in the ring would count as interest.

"Hiss!"

A collective gasp spread through the crowd.

They felt their scalps go numb.

He had torn a barbarian apart alive!

Brutal!

Savage!

"Ah!"

Clair let out a pig-like scream as his arm was ripped off. The pain nearly made him pass out.

Worse still, the three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows were in the storage ring on that arm.

"Clair, good and evil both meet their end. If the time has not come, it only means it is not yet due!"

Ling Feng moved again. He kicked Clair straight into the Hall of War camp, then flashed back to his own side.

Drucker had already made his move. His killing intent locked onto Ling Feng the moment the arrows were taken.

There was no reason to linger.

As expected, Drucker roared and shot forward like lightning, chasing after Ling Feng.

At that moment, a flash of green light appeared in the air. A wall of wind formed behind Ling Feng. Drucker's punch struck it, yet failed to break through.

At the critical moment, "Wind Master" Song Feilian had intervened.

"Drucker, what are you doing? This was a fair wager duel. There are wins and losses. Are you trying to break the rules?"

Song Feilian felt a surge of satisfaction.

No matter what, Ling Feng had taken back the three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows. For the entire Hall of War, that alone made him worthy of being called a "hero".