The Art of Chaotic Divinity
Chapter 1500: Soldiers Against Soldiers, Generals Against Generals
"Ling Feng, this time you are as good as dead!"
Wen Te fixed his gaze on Ling Feng. At that moment, Song Feilian was already engaged with the demon race, and there was no one left from the Hall of War who could come to Ling Feng's aid. Facing two early-tier great emperors at the level of the Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes alone, there was only one outcome waiting for him.
Swoosh!
A sharp burst of energy suddenly shot toward his back!
Yang Zhen had already made his move. Though still under the control of the Witch Spirit Mind-Severing Parasite, his hatred for Ling Feng had not diminished in the slightest. Killing intent surged as he slashed forward with ruthless force.
"Hmph! A Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes reduced to someone else's lackey. How pathetic!"
Ling Feng snorted coldly. In the next instant, he activated his Divine Thunder Avatar. Lightning coiled around his body as he transformed into a bolt of thunder and shot into the sky, reappearing ten li away!
"Damn it!"
Seeing Ling Feng attempting to flee, Wen Te immediately gave chase. His figure turned into a streak of blood-red light as he pursued at full speed, while Yang Zhen followed closely behind.
If Ling Feng was not killed today, he would become a disaster in the future!
"Ling Feng, you think you can run? You are dead today!"
Rage burned in Wen Te's eyes. Everything had gone wrong because of this brat. If not for him, his plan would have succeeded long ago.
Today, it would all end.
"Hehe!"
Ling Feng did not even look back. He sped straight toward the river region where Zifeng lay hidden. Pushing Thunder God Shadow to its limits, he maintained just enough distance to avoid being caught.
Three figures streaked across the sky like comets, tearing through the air at incredible speed.
"Ling Feng, is running all you can do?"
"You were so arrogant before. Why are you only running now?"
Wen Te's furious voice echoed from behind. This damn brat was far too fast!
What unsettled him even more was Ling Feng's boundless elemental qi. Maintaining such a movement art for over half an hour, yet showing no sign of exhaustion, was something even he could not do without feeling strain!
Was this really someone at the Spiritual Sea Realm?
At last, Ling Feng's speed began to slow.
A flash of joy lit up Wen Te's eyes. "Hmph! You're just a Spiritual Sea Realm cultivator in the end! Die!"
He struck out with a palm. At the same moment, Yang Zhen's sword came slashing down. Two of the top experts within the Hunting Battlefield unleashed their full strength, determined to kill Ling Feng once and for all.
"Hehe!"
Ling Feng turned his head and revealed a strange smile. Everything had gone exactly as he planned.
With a splash, he plunged straight into the river below.
Without hesitation, Wen Te and Yang Zhen followed him underwater, unwilling to give him any chance to escape.
They could not afford to let him slip away again. If he escaped once more, who knew how powerful he would become the next time they met?
Yet when they reached the riverbed, they found Ling Feng calmly standing atop a massive, pitch-black rock, watching them coldly.
"You are a little late! I have been waiting here for quite a while, hehe!"
Ling Feng crossed his arms, a faint, icy smile playing at his lips.
Wen Te's pupils contracted. A sense of unease crept into his heart. Still, with Yang Zhen as his puppet, he did not believe Ling Feng had any trick left to turn the tables.
"Ling Feng, you have quite the nerve. Do you really think someone like you is qualified to challenge me?"
Wen Te stared at him with killing intent. No matter the cost, Ling Feng would not leave here alive.
Ling Feng held the same resolve.
Whether for personal reasons or otherwise, Wen Te had to die today.
As for Yang Zhen, though he was being controlled, there was no turning back. Ling Feng would show no mercy.
"Whether I am qualified or not is not for you to decide."
Ling Feng smiled faintly. "Come out, Zifeng!"
Rumble!
The "rock" beneath his feet suddenly stirred. A colossal creature, over a hundred zhang tall, slowly raised its head.
It was no rock at all, but a massive shark fierce beast!
And not just any fierce beast, but one at the overlord level!
As an attribute-neutral elemental life form, concealing its aura was Zifeng's specialty. Under its control, the shark's raw strength might have dipped slightly, but Zifeng's intelligence far surpassed that of the original beast.
And in battle, intelligence mattered!
"What... what is this?"
Wen Te's eyes shrank. No wonder Ling Feng had gone to such lengths to lure them here. He had a fierce beast waiting in ambush beneath the river.
But how could this brat control such a creature?
"Roar!"
Under Zifeng's control, the shark fierce beast released an overwhelming aura. Its vitality surged like an endless tide, pressing down even on someone at Wen Te's level.
"Master, just say the word. Which one do you want me to deal with?"
Zifeng grinned through the shark's massive jaws. The sound churned the river, sending waves crashing as all life within a hundred-li radius fled in panic.
"Soldiers fight soldiers. Generals fight generals!"
Ling Feng locked his gaze onto Wen Te. Endless killing intent surged within his dark eyes.
Understanding his intent instantly, Zifeng swung the shark's enormous tail and lunged toward Yang Zhen and snapped its jaws with ferocious force.
Though controlled, Yang Zhen's battle instincts remained sharp. His figure flickered as he countered with a powerful sword strike, slashing heavily into the shark.
Blood burst forth.
The shark's massive body became a disadvantage at times, making it an easier target.
But such an injury meant little to a creature of that size. Moreover, the damage had no effect on Zifeng itself.
Zifeng did not change course. Like a massive warship, it slammed straight into Yang Zhen. A tremendous force rebounded through the sword.
Bang!
With a heavy impact, Yang Zhen was sent flying dozens of zhang backward. The resistance of the water slowed him down, otherwise he would have been blasted even farther.
The two quickly fell into fierce combat, and it was clear that neither side would gain the upper hand anytime soon.
At that moment, Wen Te weighed his options. In the end, he chose not to retreat. Instead, he stared at Ling Feng and let out a cold laugh.
"Brat, do you really think I am afraid of you?"
"Afraid or not, we will see with our fists!"
Ling Feng's vitality surged violently. The strength of fifty Dragon-Elephant Divine Strength gathered within him. Each punch carried the echoes of dragon roars and tiger cries, shaking the very surroundings.
"Phantom Wave Primordial Palm!"
Ling Feng struck toward Wen Te with a single punch. What he relied on was pure strength.
Overwhelming strength!
Boom!
With a thunderous impact, their fists collided beneath the river. Ling Feng's Phantom Wave Primordial Palm displayed even greater power in the water, forcing Wen Te back dozens of steps.
A trace of blood leaked from the corner of Wen Te's mouth. His eyes were bloodshot as his hatred surged like a tidal wave!
"You bastard! I will make you wish you were dead!"
His roar shook the waters, filled with unrestrained fury.
Ling Feng remained unmoved and charged forward again. "Try it first before you talk!"
Boom! Boom!
Their blows clashed in rapid succession!
Though Ling Feng's cultivation was far below Wen Te's, his Dragon-Elephant Divine Strength allowed him to stand toe to toe with him without losing ground!