The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 1485: To Fight the Enemy, One Must First Settle Internal Strife

Swhoop! Swhoop! Swhoop!

In a flash, three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows punched straight through the heads of three barbarian elites.

From thirty li away, Ling Feng had already locked onto them with his Boundless Vision. He did not try to assassinate Drucker directly. Instead, he picked off the weaker ones first. That way, no one would get the chance to escape.

The moment the arrows struck, Ling Feng activated Reality Reversal force field.

A streak of white light flashed as Ling Feng summoned Xiao Bai. He followed up with repeated bursts of Eight Swords As One. Even he could not sustain that technique for long, but with Xiao Bai sharing the burden, the strain eased quite a bit.

Still, Drucker was no ordinary opponent.

In the blink of an eye, he broke through the force field. With a single strike of his palm, he shattered Xiao Bai's killing move outright.

His strength showed itself clearly.

Eyes burning with anger and killing intent, he locked onto Ling Feng.

"It's you!"

Watching three of his men die right in front of him, Drucker's hatred boiled over. Plans, schemes, all of it vanished from his mind. Right now, he only wanted one thing.

Kill Ling Feng!

And take back his Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows!

"That's right. Your grandaddy's here."

Ling Feng lifted his head and met that savage gaze head-on. This guy was tougher than expected. That surprise attack earlier should have at least wounded him, but he had shrugged it off like nothing.

"Today, I'll make you regret ever being born!"

Drucker roared. He secured the snake-shaped container and charged forward without holding back.

Ling Feng had no intention of letting him get close. If Drucker closed the distance, the arrows would lose their advantage.

Luckily, the Hall of War's valley was not far ahead.

As long as he dragged Drucker into that area, even the dullest fool would understand what was going on.

"Thunder God Shadow!"

Ling Feng's body turned into a streak of lightning as he rushed toward the valley. Behind him, Drucker chased without hesitation, completely blinded by rage. One fleeing, one pursuing, the distance closed rapidly.

"Who's there?"

A Hall of War disciple sprang out from a hidden post among the rocks. The moment he saw Ling Feng being chased by a barbarian Great Emperor, he sounded the alarm without hesitation.

"Damn it!"

Drucker cursed under his breath. He lashed out with his palm and crushed the disciple's head instantly.

But it was too late.

The alarm had already echoed through the valley.

In the next moment, figures shot into the sky one after another. They had long been itching for a fight.

"Ling Feng!"

At that sight, Drucker felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. His mind snapped back to clarity. Without another thought, he turned and fled.

"Trying to run?"

Ling Feng was not about to let him go. He roared and loosed three arrows in pursuit. Drucker clenched his teeth, fury boiling inside him. Sooner or later, he swore, he would tear Ling Feng apart piece by piece.

At the same time, powerful auras surged out from the valley.

Yang Zhen, Song Feilian, Donghuang Xuanyi and the rest of the Hall of War's experts all rushed forward.

Seeing Ling Feng attacking Drucker, many of them charged in to assist, ready to surround and kill the enemy.

Chu Tiange, Bai Qi and others who trusted Ling Feng lit up with relief. This scene alone proved everything. Ling Feng was no traitor.

But Yang Zhen's reaction was completely different.

After a brief moment of surprise, a vicious glint rose in his eyes.

"Traitor, and you dare come back? Men, seize him!"

Before anyone could respond, he charged straight at Ling Feng, completely ignoring Drucker.

Ling Feng had no choice but to pull back, glaring at him in disbelief.

"Yang Zhen, have you lost your mind? Drucker is right here and you come after me instead?"

Yang Zhen let out a cold snort. "Before dealing with external threats, we deal with internal ones first. I'll take care of you, then deal with the enemy."

Ling Feng almost laughed from sheer anger. The man actually managed to twist things into such nonsense even now.

At the side, Yuwen Liang smirked faintly. Yang Zhen's hatred had already consumed him. There was no reason left in him.

Song Feilian frowned and shot forward, heading straight for Drucker. With his speed, catching up would take no time at all.

But just then, everything changed.

From behind the eastern ridge, a figure burst into view. A single palm strike sent waves of black energy rolling across the sky, forcing Song Feilian back several steps.

It was Wen Te!

"Lord Wen Te, save me!"

Drucker's face lit up with relief as he rushed toward him.

"Trying to escape?"

Song Feilian moved again, slipping past the attack and closing in once more. As a wind cultivator, speed was his greatest strength.

But Wen Te blocked his path.

"With me here, you think you can kill him?"

His tone was calm, but his presence was overwhelming.

The two clashed instantly.

These were top-tier figures within the Hunting Battlefield. Their battle shook the sky and dimmed the stars. For the other early-tier Great Emperors, there was no room to intervene.

Meanwhile, Yang Zhen continued to press Ling Feng relentlessly.

Ling Feng was completely outmatched. He relied on Thunder God Shadow to dodge again and again, barely keeping himself alive.

"Yang Zhen, even their commander is here now and you still won't help? You're seriously going to keep chasing me?"

"Enough talk! Senior Brother Song is more than enough. I'll kill you first!"

Yang Zhen had lost it completely. He clung to Ling Feng like a rabid dog, refusing to let go.

The Hall of War disciples below stared in disbelief!

What kind of commander was this?

The enemy's top leaders were right in front of them, yet he chose to hunt down someone he labeled a traitor.

And was Ling Feng even a traitor?

Did Yang Zhen have any sense left at all?

"Damn it, I can't watch this anymore!"

Bai Qi cursed loudly. "Ling Feng was right. Those barbarians are plotting something. Yang Zhen is just jealous and narrow-minded. No, he's gone insane!"

"I'm done listening to that lunatic. He even kills his own people!"

"I'm getting out while it's still chaotic. Anyone coming with me? Let's go on our own. Stay under him any longer and we're dead for sure!"

The formation fell apart.

Some took the chance to slip away quietly, unwilling to risk their lives under Yang Zhen's command any longer.

On the other side, Wen Te's strength was undeniable. Even against Song Feilian, he held the upper hand. Taking advantage of the opening, Drucker retreated safely.

Once he was out of danger, Wen Te did not linger. He disengaged and withdrew. Alone, Song Feilian could not hold him back.

"Bastard!"

For the first time, Song Feilian's anger flared.

He turned and looked toward Yang Zhen.

If the two of them had joined forces just now, they would have had at least a seventy percent chance of keeping Wen Te here.

And yet, Yang Zhen had gone after Ling Feng instead!

Foolish!

Utterly foolish!

Ling Feng was already in a miserable state from the relentless attacks. Rage burned in his chest. He recalled his arrows and fired three shots in quick succession, forcing Yang Zhen back just enough.

Without hesitation, he turned and retreated.