The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1197: The Agile Fatty

"Rest easy, my son. I'll make sure that brat falls into your hands so you can deal the final blow yourself!"

Murong Han placed the "Tear of the Gods" into Murong Qianjun's palm. With a flicker of movement, he vanished from the dragon carriage and shot straight toward the courtyard where Ling Feng was staying.

Murong Qianjun's grin twisted with malice. Through the curtain of the carriage, his eyes burned cold. "Damned pig. I'll make you taste every form of agony this world has to offer!"

...

Meanwhile, Ling Feng's refinement of the Profound Sea Condensing Pill had reached its most critical point.

From the purification of materials to their fusion, and now the forging under alchemic fire, everything had come down to the final condensation of the pill. If he faltered even for a breath, the unstable flames would consume everything, reducing the contents of the furnace to ashes.

Outside the room, Yang Huanzhi and Tuoba Yan stood guard. A faint fragrance drifted through the door, the sign that the pill was close to completion.

"My goodness, I thought Big Boss Ling was bluffing. He actually knows how to refine pills!"

Yang Huanzhi was starting to believe that following Ling Feng had been the smartest decision of his life. If he had stayed on Heaven's Illusion Island, he would never have witnessed someone this monstrous in talent.

Suddenly, the sky darkened and clouds began to churn.

"My god..." Yang Huanzhi gaped at the shifting heavens. "No way Big Boss Ling's pill is seventh-grade right? It must be a top-grade medicinal pill to trigger a phenomenon like this!"

A voice echoed from the empty sky, cold and cruel. "Still in the mood for alchemy?"

A tearing sound split the air. From above, planks shattered as someone crashed through the roof.

Tuoba Yan's face was drained of color. "Someone's breaking in!"

Ling Feng was at the most delicate stage of refining, there was no way he could stop now to fight.

Yang Huanzhi drew his weapon and shouted, "I'll cover you!"

But Ling Feng's voice rang out from inside, heavy with focus. "Don't come in! It's a Human Emperor! Guard the door and leave the rest to me!"

Inside the alchemy room. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Ling Feng glared at the intruder in a crimson robe while maintaining the flames beneath the furnace. His tone was calm but sharp. "Who are you? Barging into another's quarters uninvited is hardly proper conduct."

Murong Han sneered. "You injured my son. Did you think his father wouldn't come to settle the debt?"

His gaze swept over Ling Feng, noting that his hands were still on the furnace. He chuckled. "Impressive nerve. You beat my son in Tianhuang City, and now you're calmly refining pills as if nothing happened!"

Ling Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. He could feel the furnace beginning to waver. He steadied his mind and said coldly, "You should leave now. Otherwise, neither you nor your son will live to regret it!"

Murong Han burst into laughter. "You must be dreaming. Do you really think you can threaten me?"

His eyes fell upon the furnace glowing red-hot. "Looks like you're only a few breaths away from completion. For a pill to summon such a vision, it must be at least sixth-grade. I wonder what you'll choose, boy. The pill or your life!"

In a flash, he attacked!

A black palmprint tore through the air, the force sealing the entire space.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth, clutched the furnace, and sidestepped. But since most of his focus was on controlling the alchemic fire, he couldn't move freely. Even a residual force from Murong Han's strike almost shattered his shoulder blade.

Ling Feng groaned, blood spilling from his lips. "Old man, you'll wish you were dead when I strike back!"

Murong Han's eyes gleamed coldly. "You're lucky to have survived!"

He lunged again.

Ling Feng held the furnace tightly and shot upward through the roof. The Eradicator of Realms sword appeared beneath his feet, and with the Flying Immortal Sword Control Art, he soared into the sky, narrowly avoiding another attack.

Murong Han followed with a low chuckle. "Sword flight? You're full of secrets, boy. Once you're dead, they'll all be mine!"

He pursued Ling Feng at once.

Ling Feng's divided focus slowed his movement, and before long, Murong Han caught up.

Those drawn by the celestial phenomenon looked up to see a Human Emperor chasing after a chubby figure clutching a glowing furnace...

A fatty!

A flying, agile fatty!

And that fatty's alchemy furnace is still burning!

Ling Feng's frustration boiled over. The weight of the furnace prevented him from activating the Five Elements Heavenly Palace, leaving him no choice but to keep fleeing.

Time ticked away...

one breath, two, three...

...

Ten breaths passed in an instant.

Murong Han finally caught up. A cruel smile like a cat catching its prey twisted his lips as he drew a long sword from his dimensional ring.

Ling Feng dodged at the last second, barely avoiding the blade.

"One breath left," he muttered to himself, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Murong Han's patience snapped. "You've lasted longer than most. Be proud of that. But it ends now!"

The long sword in his hand blazed crimson, forming a colossal blade forty zhang long. He swung it down toward Ling Feng's left shoulder.

He didn't intend to kill Ling Feng outright. That final act, he planned to leave for his son.