The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 1481: Whoever Blocks Me Dies

In Donghuang Xuanyi's view, Ling Feng's words would've made a huge impact on the disciples of the Hall of War, easily shaking their morale and made everyone feel insecure. All the arrangements made by Yang Zhen before would probably be in vain.

If panic truly broke out and they chose to retreat, then should Ling Feng's intentions prove malicious, an ambush at that moment would lead to devastating losses.

As the overall commander, Yang Zhen's priority was to stabilize the situation. Whether Ling Feng spoke the truth or not, capturing him first before making further judgments was, in principle, a reasonable decision.

But his approach was far too extreme.

Detaining Ling Feng was one thing. But ordering the disciples to kill him on the spot was too arrogant and reckless.

"You're certain?"

Yang Zhen's gaze locked onto Donghuang Xuanyi, his voice turning cold. "What exactly can you guarantee? You know as well as I do, a man's heart is hard to read. Have you forgotten what this brat did to our Hall of War disciples during the selection battle?"

At those words, the crowd was stirred again. Memories resurfaced of Ling Feng on the arena stage, treating several Great Emperors like lifeless dogs as he battered them without restraint. That humiliation was not something easily forgotten.

"Senior Brother Donghuang," Yuwen Liang said with a sinister chuckle, his eyes fixed on Ling Feng, clearly enjoying the situation. "I know you value talent, and Ling Feng is indeed gifted. But his character is flawed. Let us take a step back. If he truly has nothing to hide, why resist? Shouldn't he surrender quietly and let us verify his claims?"

Donghuang Xuanyi fell silent for a moment before turning to Ling Feng. "Kid, if what you say is true, then don't resist. Once we confirm your information, you will be released."

"Surrender?"

Ling Feng glanced at the men closing in around him. All of Yang Zhen's lackeys were brimming with killing intent. A faint smile curved on his lips.

Perhaps Donghuang Xuanyi bore no ill will, but if he really fell into Yuwen Liang's hands, there would be no good ending waiting for him.

"I'll say this one last time. Every word I've spoken is the truth. Whether you believe it or not is your choice."

Ling Feng's gaze turned icy as it locked onto Yang Zhen. "You idiot. With a brain like yours, you still dare call yourself the commander? I'm leaving now. Try stopping me if you can!"

"Insolence!"

Yang Zhen exploded with rage. With a sharp wave of his hand, he shouted, "Take him down!"

This time, the surrounding Great Emperors all advanced. Even Donghuang Xuanyi frowned deeply and warned, "Ling Feng, don't act recklessly!"

"Good! Very good!"

Ling Feng let out a cold laugh. Killing intent flickered in his eyes as he slowly drew out the Bow of Yi. Three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows were set upon the string.

He spoke each word with chilling clarity.

"Whoever blocks me dies!"

A freezing aura of slaughter radiated outward from Ling Feng. The moment the crowd saw those three arrows, a chill ran down their spines.

The Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows were known as Emperor-Slaying Arrows!

Even a peak Great Emperor could fall if struck carelessly.

With three arrows shot, it was almost certain that three lives would be taken. No one wanted to test their luck against such a weapon, and no one wanted to be one of the unlucky three.

Yang Zhen's brows furrowed with malice as he shouted, "You dare resist? That adds to your crimes!"

"Save your bullshit!"

Ling Feng stared at Yang Zhen coldly. However, a strange unease was rising in his heart. Something about this man feels wrong! Very wrong!

Yang Zhen is one of the "Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes" of the Hall of War and the commander of this operation. Could he be a traitor?

"All of you, hear my command. Kill him on sight!"

Yang Zhen roared, completely enraged.

"Sigh..."

Donghuang Xuanyi sighed softly. The clash was now unavoidable. With no other choice, he steeled himself and stepped forward.

After the incident with Clair, he had come to admire Ling Feng somewhat and had no intention of making things difficult for him again. But now that Yang Zhen had been provoked, no one could protect Ling Feng.

Within the Hunting Battlefield, Yang Zhen's authority stood above all.

"Trying to kill me?"

Ling Feng drew the Bow of Yi to its full arc and let out a cold laugh. "Then be prepared to die yourselves!"

"You dare?"

Yang Zhen glared at him and roared, "Attack!"

Six early-tier Great Emperors charged forward at once, cloaking themselves in defensive magical treasures. Not one of them dared to be careless.

The fearsome reputation of the Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows was known to all across the Land of War after all.

"Let's see if I dare!"

Ling Feng shouted in anger. He had come here to warn them out of goodwill, yet now he was being treated as a traitor.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Three sharp whistles cut through the air.

In an instant, the arrows were released.

With the celestial-grade Bow of Yi and the power of twenty Dragon-Elephant Divine Strengths behind them, the three arrows tore through the sky, as if they could rip the heavens apart and stir the winds into chaos.

A terrifying aura swept across the battlefield, causing every face to pale!

The arrows roared like dragons, streaking forward as crimson arcs, each one aimed at a Great Emperor.

One of them locked onto Yang Zhen himself.

"You dare!"

Yang Zhen's eyelids twitched violently as his body turned into a bolt of lightning, retreating at full speed.

Even he did not dare face that power head-on.

A sharp tearing sound echoed!

Shwoop!

The first arrow pierced straight through the shoulder of an early-tier Great Emperor.

The second arrow blasted through another lackey's skull, killing him instantly.

The third arrow continued its relentless pursuit of Yang Zhen. The Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrow would chase its target across a thousand li and only return after drawing blood!

Ling Feng's intent was clear. He had shown restraint toward the others, but toward Yang Zhen and his lackeys, he held nothing back!

"Damn it!"

Seeing a loyal subordinate fall, Yang Zhen's fury surged. He unleashed thunder energy, grinding down the arrow's force bit by bit before finally grabbing it with his bare hand, attempting to seize control of it.

"Not happening!"

Ling Feng's eyes narrowed as he formed a hand seal. The arrow responded instantly, wrenching free and slashing a deep gash across Yang Zhen's palm before flying back.

The arrow had long since gained spirit and was bound to the Bow of Yi. Yang Zhen had no chance of taking it!

"You vile traitor! You dare kill your senior disciples? I'll execute you myself!"

Ignoring the wound on his hand, Yang Zhen charged forward in a frenzy of rage.

Ling Feng let out a snort. "I'm not staying to play with you. If you want to remain here, then stay and wait for death yourselves!"

He knew he was no match for Yang Zhen. Without hesitation, he activated the Eye of the Emperor and unleashed "Thousandfold Shadow". His figure split into a thousand streaks of light, retreating a thousand zhang in an instant. Then, with Thunder God Shadow, he transformed into a bolt of lightning and vanished without a trace.