The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1469: No Need to Spare My Pride

"Damn it!"

Drucker frowned deeply. Among early-tier Great Emperors, he was already considered top-tier, but compared to experts on the level of the Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes, there was still a clear gap.

They had agreed beforehand that even if they lost, they could simply deny it. But that only worked if they actually had the strength to get away with it.

Now, Ling Feng had already snatched three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows and safely returned to the Hall of War's side. With "Wind Master" Song Feilian there, taking those arrows back was practically impossible.

With Song Feilian holding the line alone, Drucker could only tremble in anger and swallow it down.

There was nothing he could do. He simply was not Song Feilian's match!

Meanwhile, Clair had been kicked straight into the Hall of War's camp by Ling Feng, and his fate was miserable.

The Hall of War disciples were stunned for a moment. Then the entire crowd erupted in cheers.

"Haha, well done!"

"Junior Brother Ling, you're a genius!"

At the same time, quite a few people rushed forward with fury burning in their eyes, surrounding Clair. That man had done unforgivable things to the women around them before. Now it was time to return the favor!

Ling Feng landed lightly and glanced at the enraged crowd. He shrugged.

"Do whatever you want, no need to hold back for my sake!"

The moment he spoke, the Hall of War disciples went red-eyed and swarmed Clair, who had already lost an arm, beating him without restraint.

"You animal, I'll cripple you!"

"Scum! You deserve to die!"

"..."

The crowd vented everything they had. Fists rained down, kicks followed, until Clair's face was swollen beyond recognition and drained of all color.

He had already been crippled by Ling Feng ripping off his arm, his elemental qi severely damaged. After this beating, his condition was obvious.

At first, he still cursed wildly. Then he started begging. In the end, he could not even make a sound.

A man like him had made countless enemies. Even those who had never crossed paths with him felt murderous rage after hearing what he had done to the Hall of War's female disciples. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Hahaha... Clair! So you finally get what's coming to you!"

The crowd parted as Yuan Ling rushed in, eyes blazing with fury, carrying the barely conscious Yan Wufeng.

"Junior Brother Wufeng, I'm avenging you today. And Junior Sister Yuling, this is for you too!"

Yuan Ling handed Yan Wufeng to someone nearby, then leapt high into the air and came crashing down.

A sharp crack rang out as his foot slammed straight into Clair's groin.

"Ahhh!"

A pig-like scream tore through the air. Clair was already on the verge of death, but this strike made his whole body jerk upright in agony, cold sweat pouring out.

His lower body was completely crushed, blood flowing nonstop. His life as a man was finished.

Yet no one felt it was cruel. For a beast who toyed with women and destroyed lives, this was exactly the kind of punishment he deserved.

"This isn't enough!"

One disciple after another stepped forward, not even bothering with words before delivering more brutal kicks.

After a full half quarter-hour, Clair lay on the ground, barely alive. Even the most miraculous healer would not be able to restore him now.

Finished!

Completely ruined!

Just looking at it was enough to make anyone feel the pain.

Even Ling Feng, standing at a distance, felt a chill run down his spine.

The Hunting Battlefield had not officially opened yet, so despite their anger, no one killed him outright. But for someone like Clair, who lived for lust, this fate was far worse than death.

"Junior Brother Ling, thank you!"

Yuan Ling supported Yan Wufeng as he walked over and bowed deeply to Ling Feng.

They still could not kill Clair, but in a sense, Sun Yuling's revenge had already been taken.

The other veteran elite disciples, now calm again, looked at Ling Feng with new eyes. No matter what, he had secured three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows for the Hall of War. That was a major contribution!

"No need to be so polite, Senior Brother."

Ling Feng helped Yuan Ling up. He always respected people who valued loyalty and bonds.

"Since everyone's had their fill, it's time to return this brute. Otherwise, people might say we broke the rules."

His gaze fell on Clair. The man was drenched in blood, lying in a pool of it, his body torn open, his head split, not a single part of him intact.

Sometimes it was better to keep a low profile. Do too many evil deeds, and sooner or later, it catches up to you!

Frowning slightly, Ling Feng grabbed Clair and hurled him toward the opposing side. As he threw him, he did not forget to land a heavy punch into his dantian.

There was a saying, "cut the weeds and remove the roots".

Clair was still a Great Emperor. If he held a grudge, it would be troublesome. Destroying his dantian was the safest way.

The surrounding Hall of War disciples could not help but twitch at the sight. This young junior brother was truly ruthless.

Up in the air, Song Feilian nodded slightly and guided Clair with the wind, sending him back into the barbarian camp.

Drucker trembled with rage. Looking at Clair, barely alive, dantian destroyed, manhood gone, there was no real difference between this and death.

What angered him even more was that the three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows were gone.

"You bastards! We agreed not to kill, yet you acted so viciously!"

Drucker glared at Song Feilian with clenched teeth.

"Are you trying to break the agreement and start a war right here?"

"Hey!"

Before Song Feilian could respond, Ling Feng shot into the air with a grin.

"What do you mean vicious? Is he dead? Didn't someone just say earlier that if you're weak, don't blame others? He lost because he's inferior. How we deal with him is none of your business."

"You!"

Drucker was completely speechless. Those were Clair's exact words before. He had nearly kicked Yan Wufeng's neck apart earlier, and now Ling Feng threw the same words back at them. There was no room for rebuttal.

"Damn it! Either way, you went too far. You owe us an explanation! Return my Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows, and I'll let this go!"

Unable to argue, Drucker resorted to pressure. Behind him, the barbarian warriors and demon race geniuses began shouting loudly, the commotion even drawing attention from higher-ups on both sides.

"Shameless! You lost and still refuse to admit it!"

"Bullshit! You were the ones who went for the kill first!"

"A bunch of uncivilized savages, no different from beasts!"

"Damn humans, want a war?"

One demon race genius roared when he heard them being compared to demonic beasts.

"Then let's fight! We'll be fighting in the Hunting Battlefield anyway. Might as well start now! You think the Hall of War fears you?"

Both sides grew more heated with every exchange, voices rising, tempers flaring, until the situation began slipping out of control...