The Art of Chaotic Divinity
Chapter 1501: Crushing Wen Te
Bang! Bang!
The two fought from the riverbed up to the surface, then back down again, crossing from one stretch of water to another. For both of them, this was a battle fought with everything they had!
What shocked Wen Te most was how Ling Feng's control over his Dragon-Elephant Divine Strength kept improving during the fight. The longer they battled, the stronger he became!
"Damn it!"
Unease crept into Wen Te's heart. If this continued, defeat would only be a matter of time!
Several times, he tried to direct Yang Zhen to break free from the shark beast and join him in taking the fight into the sky. If they left the river, that beast would lose most of its advantage.
But Ling Feng was far too cunning. He refused to leave the water, and the shark fought like it had no fear of death. No matter how badly it was injured, it would not let Yang Zhen get away for even a moment!
Wen Te could not understand it at all. What kind of beast was this, to be so utterly loyal?
Even beasts with spirit animal pact would not go this far, risking their lives just to shield their master.
What he did not know was that to Zifeng, this shark was nothing more than a puppet. Injury meant nothing, even death carried no consequence. Of course it fought without hesitation.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Wen Te's eyes turned bloodshot as he pushed for a quick end. Every move he made grew more vicious and ruthless!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The battle raged on, shaking everything around them.
Without realizing it, Ling Feng's combat ability had risen to the point where he could rival an expert like Wen Te. That alone made this trip to the Hunting Battlefield more than worthwhile.
After more than half an hour of fierce fighting, both sides had reached their limits. Every exchange now came with heavy breathing.
The shark beast was covered in wounds. The surrounding water had been dyed red with its blood. With Zifeng controlling it, the beast could not unleash its full strength as a true overlord of the waters!
"Master, end this quickly. I cannot hold on much longer. No, I mean this body cannot hold on much longer!"
Zifeng's voice echoed in Ling Feng's mind. It had said before that it could not fully utilize the beast's bloodline abilities. All it could do was rely on brute strength and sheer size.
Lasting this long was already the limit.
Ling Feng's heart tightened. He glanced at Wen Te who was also gasping heavily. It was obvious he was drained.
Ling Feng himself was no better. Though the Dragon-Elephant Divine Strength was overwhelming, it consumed an immense amount of energy. Even clenching his fist now felt difficult.
After countless clashes, his body was nearly numb.
Wen Te truly deserved his reputation as one of the strongest among early-tier great emperors.
For Ling Feng to fight him to this extent while still in the Spiritual Sea Realm was already something to be proud of.
"Brat, you are done, aren't you?"
Wen Te took a deep breath, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "You are running on your last breath. That beast of yours is nearly out of vitality as well! In the end, you still lose!"
"Oh? Is that so?"
Ling Feng let out a cold laugh. "Then try taking this! Eight Swords As One!"
A flash of dark radiance flickered. At some point, the Eradicator of Realms had already slipped into his grasp.
"Hahahaha!"
Wen Te burst into laughter. "I thought you were hiding something impressive. Even at your peak, that move could not harm me. What good is it now? Just accept your death!"
He had already seen most of Ling Feng's techniques. Eight Swords As One was powerful, strong enough to suppress opponents at the level of the Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes.
But suppression was all it could do!
And now Ling Feng was completely exhausted. How much strength could he even bring out?
"Then see for yourself. Xiao Bai, merge!"
A sharp light flashed in Ling Feng's eyes as he summoned Xiao Bai. In an instant, a streak of white light fused into his body.
This was his final hidden trump card.
With Xiao Bai's fusion, the Eight Swords As One would become a killing blow even Wen Te could not withstand!
"What... what is this?"
Wen Te saw a white figure merge into Ling Feng. His aura suddenly surged in a strange and terrifying way!
It was not a breakthrough in cultivation, nor an increase in vitality.
It was pure sword intent, crushing and overwhelming!
"Eight Swords As One!"
Eight elemental swords formed around Ling Feng, representing metal, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, wind, and thunder. They circled him like eight roaring flood dragons before surging forward in unison toward Wen Te.
"No... no!"
Wen Te's pupils shrank. After such an exhausting battle, his reactions had slowed, his speed had dropped, and he could not even gather his protective qi in time!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One sword after another pierced through his chest.
Scorching Sky Blaze!
Earth-Water Army Breaker!
Earth's Judgment!
...
Each strike carried the power to destroy the heavens.
Ling Feng had been waiting for this moment. When Wen Te was completely drained, even someone of his level would not be able to block this fatal attack!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Before Wen Te could even escape the river, his body exploded into fragments, torn apart by the raging currents until nothing remained!
"Mm..."
The moment Wen Te died, Ling Feng felt all his strength leave him. That final strike had drained him completely.
A wave of weakness washed over him, his legs threatening to give way.
But there was no time to rest.
There was still one opponent left.
Yang Zhen!
With Wen Te's death, the Gu Curse within Yang Zhen dissolved on its own.
The dullness in his eyes faded, replaced by clarity.
Yet the cold killing intent remained unchanged.
There was no turning back for him!
In that canyon, he had slaughtered far too many of his own comrades!
He thought of Lu Hui, the woman who had devoted herself to following him, and his grip tightened.
"Yang Zhen?"
Ling Feng noticed that Yang Zhen had stopped attacking Zifeng. He stood there silently, a trace of desolation surrounding him. It seemed he had regained his senses.
"The Gu Curse inside you... is it gone?"
Ling Feng kept his distance, watching him carefully. The danger radiating from Yang Zhen had not diminished in the slightest.
He did not believe that awakening meant reconciliation.
"Mm. Thanks to you, I am awake now."
Yang Zhen took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes, fixing them on Ling Feng.
They still burned with intense killing intent!
"Now that you are awake, you still want to fight?"
Ling Feng frowned. This man was completely unreasonable!
"There is no turning back for me!"
Yang Zhen gripped his sword tightly and spoke coldly. "Ling Feng, everything started because of you. If not for my hatred toward you, I would never have fallen under Wen Te's control and slaughtered my fellow disciples. Now I cannot go back. And you... you will not walk away either. I will drag you down with me!"