The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1346: Ungrateful Betrayal

At the same time, somewhere within Snow Wolf Valley, Meng Guizang gasped for breath. He clutched a silver spear and used it to prop himself up, barely managing to remain standing. His entire body trembled, and his right arm that held the spear was drenched in blood, the wound so severe that it continued to bleed without pause.

Standing opposite him was none other than the leader of the bandits!

The black-clad leader's eyes gleamed with savage delight as he watched Meng Guizang's blood drip onto the snow. His voice was cold as he spoke. "You managed to survive one strike from me. That alone is something you can be proud of."

Meng Guizang shook violently, cursing his misfortune in his heart. Had he encountered any other enemy, he would have had confidence in escaping, or even turning the tables. However, facing the leader himself, an Extreme Human Emperor, there was only one path left to him.

Death!

His strength was far inferior even to Wang Ruquan's. He did not even have the chance to flee.

"Damn it!"

Meng Guizang's eyes were bloodshot as he glared fiercely at the black-clad leader. He ground his teeth and shouted, "You madman, do you know that I am a disciple of Dongling Immortal Pool? If you dare kill me, Dongling Immortal Pool will grind your bones to dust!"

"I have already killed inner sect disciples."

The black-clad leader sneered with disdain. "You are only an outer sect disciple, yet your tone is even bigger. Outer sect disciples in Dongling Immortal Pool are nothing more than watchdogs. There is no need to elevate yourself."

"You bastard!"

Meng Guizang roared in fury, his eyes nearly splitting apart. "A man may be killed, but not humiliated. Bandit, I will die together with you!"

"Gale Slaying Imperial Spear!"

With a furious shout, Meng Guizang charged forward, spear in hand. The black-clad leader merely waved his hand with a mocking smile. A surge of fierce wind swept out and sent Meng Guizang flying.

The difference between an ordinary Human Emperor and an Extreme Human Emperor was revealed in an instant.

Even as the Ninth Tianjian of the outer sect, Meng Guizang was still no match for a single move!

"Hehe, serve you right!"

Not far away, Ling Feng had already arrived nearby through his Boundless Vision. Seeing Meng Guizang pushed to the brink of death, Ling Feng felt a surge of satisfaction.

Acts such as repaying grievances with virtue were something Ling Feng would never do. At the very least, he would never save someone like Meng Guizang.

He could simply wait until the black-clad leader finished Meng Guizang off, then step in himself.

After all, capturing the black-clad leader alive would still count as avenging Meng Guizang.

However, at that very moment, an unexpected figure appeared.

A clear whistle rang out, followed by a green figure rushing in at full speed. A man in green-robes arrived with sword in hand, planting himself firmly in front of Meng Guizang. He stared coldly at the enemy and shouted, "How dare you injure a disciple of Dongling Immortal Pool!"

This man was none other than Yan Guying.

Although Yan Guying harbored no goodwill toward Meng Guizang, they were still fellow disciples. When he discovered that Meng Guizang was trapped in mortal danger, he charged out without hesitation.

"Senior Brother Yan!"

Meng Guizang coughed up a mouthful of blood. Seeing Yan Guying come to his rescue, a trace of hope flashed in his eyes.

Yan Guying was the Third Tianjian, someone whose strength surpassed his own.

"Junior Brother Meng."

Yan Guying supported Meng Guizang and sent a surge of powerful elemental force into his body. Meng Guizang immediately felt his spirits lift.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Yan!"

Meng Guizang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. A flicker of venomous intent flashed through his eyes.

Hidden behind a snow mound, Ling Feng watched the scene unfold and could not help shaking his head. Having a sense of justice was a good thing, but it depended on who one chose to save.

Meng Guizang was the very definition of a White-Eyed Wolf[1]!

"Junior Brother Meng, there is no need for thanks."

Yan Guying stood with his sword at the ready, eyes fixed on the black-clad leader. "We are from the same sect. Even if there are personal grudges between us, when facing an external enemy, we must distinguish friend from foe. Let us join forces for now. Once the other senior brothers arrive, this bandit will surely die!"

"Senior Brother Yan, you truly are a good man."

A twisted smile appeared on Meng Guizang's face. Suddenly, he struck Yan Guying squarely in the chest and used the rebound to retreat rapidly. "Senior Brother Yan, since you are such a good man, then block him for me. I will bring the other senior brothers back to save you!"

"You!"

Yan Guying stared at Meng Guizang in disbelief. He had saved him out of goodwill, only to be betrayed in return!

"Heh heh heh..."

The black-clad leader watched coldly from the side, a ferocious grin spreading across his face. "So this is the so-called sacred land of the human race. Nothing but a nest of despicable wretches. Boy, do you understand now what kind of people your so-called fellow disciples really are? A naive fool like you living in this world is truly laughable!"

"Enough talk!"

Yan Guying steadied himself and gripped his sword tightly. Meng Guizang still needed him to hold back the bandit leader, so that strike had not injured him. However, it had sent him within ten zhang of the enemy.

At this distance, the black-clad leader could kill him with a single move.

On the other side, Meng Guizang had escaped death. A smile crept onto his face. "Senior Brother Yan, do not blame me. When life and death are on the line, I had no choice but to act decisively. Rest assured, I will avenge you!"

"What a shameless bastard!"

A cold voice suddenly rang out as a figure appeared ahead, blocking his path.

"Who is it?"

Meng Guizang focused his gaze and saw a white robed youth standing there with sword in hand. It was Ling Feng, whose wager duel with him had been interrupted by this sect mission.

"Ling Feng!"

A vicious look crossed Meng Guizang's face. "So you saw everything just now."

"I did. So what?"

Ling Feng sneered as he looked at Meng Guizang. "Betraying a benefactor and biting the hand that saved you. Your character truly reaches new heights!"

"Since you saw it, I cannot let you live!"

With a sharp glint in his eyes, Meng Guizang charged with electric speed, driving his spear toward Ling Feng in a single, deadly strike.

Though badly injured, he believed dealing with a mere Spiritual Sea Realm brat would be effortless.

That was nothing more than his own wishful thinking.

At the instant he thought his spear would pierce Ling Feng's throat, Ling Feng moved.

He was faster than Meng Guizang!

Swoosh! 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

A flash of sword light appeared. Meng Guizang felt a chill at his neck, followed by a thin line of blood. Hot blood sprayed outward as his head separated from his body.

With a single strike, Ling Feng had severed his head!

As his consciousness faded and his life force drained away, Meng Guizang finally realized what kind of terrifying existence he had provoked.

Splat!

Ling Feng lifted his foot and crushed the head beneath it, grinding it into the snow until it was buried completely.

"Scum!"

Ling Feng spat the word coldly. If Meng Guizang had merely fled on his own, Ling Feng might not have acted. However, he had sacrificed Yan Guying to save himself. Someone like that deserved to die!

Ling Feng's figure flashed as he abandoned Meng Guizang's corpse and flew toward Yan Guying's direction.

Yan Guying was a decent man. He might be naive, but in a martial world filled with schemes and treachery, that only made him all the more rare.

1. an insult used to describe someone who is ungrateful, cold-blooded, or a traitor. Like a wolf that turns around and bites the hand that fed it. ☜