The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 1497: The King Returns

"Who's there!"

"Watch out!"

The Hall of War disciples had become like startled birds. At the slightest disturbance, they immediately went on full alert.

However, that figure was none other than Ling Feng!

Ling Feng was also surprised. He had not expected to discover Song Feilian's group midway through his flight.

It seemed quite a number of Hall of War disciples had gathered here. The situation was not as bad as he had imagined.

Now that his strength had greatly increased, joining forces with Song Feilian would significantly improve their chances!

After all, the shark fierce beast controlled by Zifeng was only dominant in water. Once it left that environment, it would be far less useful.

Song Feilian, on the other hand, could do far more.

"No need to panic. It's me, Ling Feng!"

Ling Feng had already scanned the group earlier and confirmed that Yang Zhen was not among them. It seemed they had learned of Yang Zhen's betrayal.

The disciples were startled at first, but upon recognizing Ling Feng, they were overjoyed.

"My heavens! Junior Brother Ling, you are alive!"

Bai Qi and the others rushed forward. This guy truly had a tough life.

Ling Feng felt relieved when he spotted Chu Tiange and Feng Ling among the crowd. Fairy Qingping, however, was nowhere to be seen.

"Haha! Junior Brother Ling has arrived at the perfect time. This is like adding wings to a tiger!"

Song Feilian spirits immediately lifted the instant he saw Ling Feng. He still had three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows, which posed a great threat to Yang Zhen and Wen Te.

Moreover, Ling Feng was someone who excelled at creating miracles!

A trace of excitement also flashed through Donghuang Xuanyi's eyes. At a time like this, any increase in strength mattered. Ling Feng had even managed to escape Yang Zhen multiple times before.

Ling Feng clicked his tongue. He had not expected everyone's attitude toward him to change so drastically. It seemed they had suffered quite a bit over the past ten days.

"Senior brothers, I was trapped in an underground cavern earlier, so I know nothing about what has happened outside. Please tell me the current situation."

Ling Feng looked toward Song Feilian and asked calmly.

"Sigh..."

"Junior Brother Ling, you may not know this yet, but Yang Zhen has betrayed us..."

He then briefly explained the developments in the Hunting Battlefield over the past ten days.

"The situation is extremely unfavorable for us now. Wen Te and Yang Zhen have not made a move because they are waiting for our final battle with the demon race!"

Song Feilian took a deep breath.

"To be honest, I am completely out of options. If Wen Te were willing to take even a small risk, then with him and Yang Zhen working together, our current strength would not stand a chance."

Ling Feng nodded. Wen Te likely wanted to secure the greatest merit for himself. Although the barbarians and the demon race were "allies", both sides were competing for credit and would not hesitate to stab each other in the back.

It was less about Wen Te fearing the Hall of War and more about both sides being wary of the demon race.

If all three factions fell into chaos, the outcome would remain uncertain.

But now that Ling Feng had returned, it was time to rewrite the situation.

His strength alone rivaled Yang Zhen. With Zifeng lurking in the river, their side effectively had three Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes level forces.

Ling Feng looked at Song Feilian and said seriously, "Senior Brother Song, waiting here will not change anything. I think we should take the initiative!"

"Junior Brother Ling, having courage is good, but do you really think we can defeat both Yang Zhen and Wen Te?"

An early-stage Great Emperor beside them smiled bitterly.

Ling Feng smiled faintly. "Am I not here?"

"You?"

All eyes turned toward Ling Feng at once.

It was true that Ling Feng was already monstrously strong for someone in the Spiritual Sea Realm, but compared to experts like Wen Te, the gap was still immense!

"What if I can deal with both Yang Zhen and Wen Te myself, while you focus entirely on the demon race. What are your chances of winning then? Ling Feng spoke calmly.

"What? You want to go against Yang Zhen and Wen Te alone?"

Donghuang Xuanyi's lips twitched. "Ling Feng, are you not being a bit overconfident? Last time you faced Yang Zhen, you barely escaped. Now you want to take on both of them?"

The other early-stage Great Emperors also showed disbelief.

One person taking on two Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes level experts?

It sounded absurd!

"That's my own matter."

Ling Feng raised an eyebrow and fixed his gaze on Song Feilian.

"Answer me, Senior Brother Song. If I can handle Yang Zhen and Wen Te, what are your chances against the demon race?"

Song Feilian clenched his fists and pondered for a moment before replying, "If we exclude those two, we have at least a sixty percent chance of victory against the demon race!"

"Sixty percent..."

Ling Feng thought for a moment, then took out the Moon Radiance Heavenly King Bow along with the three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows.

"What about now? If I lend you these arrows, what would your chances be?"

"Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows!"

Song Feilian's eyelids twitched violently. Ling Feng was actually willing to lend out all three divine arrows!

If not for the fact that only Ling Feng could use the Bow of Yi, he would likely have lent that as well.

"No, no!"

Song Feilian shook his head after a brief moment of excitement.

"Junior Brother Ling, if you give me the arrows, how will you deal with Wen Te and Yang Zhen?"

"I will not need them to deal with those two!"

Ling Feng smiled faintly as his vitality surged. The power of fifty Dragon-Elephant Divine Strength erupted in an instant.

A dragon's roar echoed through the sky, shocking everyone present.

Donghuang Xuanyi's pupils contracted. Just ten days ago, Ling Feng wasn't his match. Now, the aura he emitted alone made Donghuang Xuanyi feel a deep sense of fear.

"This..."

Even Song Feilian was stunned. The vitality radiating from Ling Feng was comparable to that of a Great Emperor level demonic beast!

Ling Feng curved his lips into a slight smile.

"I was fortunate. Although I was trapped these past few days, I encountered a great opportunity!"

"Good! This is excellent!"

Song Feilian's eyes burned with battle will.

"Junior Brother Ling, if you can lure away Yang Zhen and Wen Te, I will eliminate the remaining demon forces as quickly as possible and come support you!"

"Hehe..."

Ling Feng only smiled faintly without responding.

Yang Zhen and Wen Te were both big targets. He intended to take them down himself!