The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 153: Zifeng's Display of Power, Who Wants to Taste My Fist?

"Excellent! Well done, Little Feng! Hahaha..."

It was Duanmu Qingshan who finally broke the silence.

As Duanmu Qingshan witnessed Ling Feng's stunning swordplay, he felt as though all the blood in his body was about to ignite.

My disciple... just how monstrously talented is he?

Even Duanmu Qingshan's keen eyesight couldn't comprehend the swordsmanship displayed just now.

When he came to his senses, Luo Yan's head was already severed from his body.

The elders, stewards, and disciples of the Wenxian Sect all stood in shock, but then a glimmer of hope sparked in their eyes. Perhaps, today, the Wenxian Sect would be spared from annihilation!

The cloudy pupils of Elder Yao cleared slightly.

Could it be that Duanmu's disciple could truly rescue the sect from this unprecedented crisis?

"You insolent brat!"

Blood Red Garment squinted. His entire body started radiating killing intent, sweeping over the rest of the crowd. "Kid, it seems you've grown tired of living!"

"Hmph!"

Ling Feng snorted sharply. His gaze was as chilling as winter water, sweeping over all of the enemy cultivators without the slightest hint of weakness.

With a tremor, Ling Feng's Eradicator of Realms shook in his hand as he uttered in a chilling tone, "Anyone else who dares to try? Whoever moves, I'll kill them!"

Although his complexion was somewhat pale and his breath slightly erratic, he remained upright, his entire demeanor resembling a sharp-edged sword and exuding unparalleled fierceness. Even the bloodthirsty thugs who were licking their blades were momentarily startled by Ling Feng's imposing presence.

Who could withstand the force of that sword strike just now?

None!

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None could withstand it!

Ling Feng's sword moved too swiftly, like a gazelle's horns. It was impossible to follow.

That footwork, that swordsmanship...

Just seeing the bloody head on the ground served as a warning to all: challenge Ling Feng, and die.

"Worthless, all of you are worthless!"

Seeing his subordinates standing still like turtles made Blood Red Garment seeth with frustration.

A little brat who hadn’t even grown out of his diapers managed to scare off these notorious outlaws?

"Well done! What a promising junior of the Wenxian Sect!" Blood Red Garment's gaze turned cold, eyes narrowing in a mocking smirk. "Kid, it seems I have to intervene personally!"

His gaze, like a bloodthirsty serpent, icy and cruel, sent shivers down one's spine.

Ling Feng merely frowned, undeterred. "Feel free to try!"

"Hahahaha! Kid, you think you can scare me with that?" Blood Red Garment laughed as he waved his hand, ripping off his blood-colored robe. "Kid, this middle-grade treasured armor I wear is sufficient enough to counter your swordsmanship!"

"Oh? It can withstand my sword, but can it withstand the blows of a demon lord?"

Ling Feng sneered coldly, calling out, "Zifeng, it's your time to shine!"

Everyone was stunned. A demon lord?

A demon lord was equivalent to a human Spiritual Element Realm expert, one realm higher than the Transformation Realm.

If a demon lord truly descended, with just a flick of a finger, they would be able to annihilate Transformation Realm martial artists.

In the next instant, a flash of red light burst forth, revealing Zifeng, who had been concealed as a ball of flames within Ling Feng's dantian. Upon hearing Ling Feng's call, it had no choice but to emerge. With a series of leaps, it landed on Ling Feng's shoulder before launching itself high into the air.

"Is this the demon lord?"

"Hahaha!"

"This is hilarious! I'll stand here and let you punch me. Please try and kill me!"

Blood Red Garment and the others erupted into laughter. They couldn't help but find it absurd to present such a tiny creature at this moment. A single kick would be sufficient to crush it. Wasn't this situation ridiculous?

Zifeng frowned and roared, "You bastards dare to look down on me!?"

Instantly, Zifeng's body swelled in the wind, growing larger and larger in mid-air, engulfed in blazing flames fueled by the scorching core of the earth.

Zifeng had merged with the Earth-Fire Flame Demon. Though it hadn't fully assimilated the demon's power, taking on the original form of the Earth-Fire Flame Demon was effortless.

The intense flames surged into the sky.

In a flash, Zifeng transformed into a towering stone giant of over thirty feet, its gaze fixed downwards as it bellowed, "Who dared me to punch? Show yourselves!"

"This..."

Blood Red Garment and the Four Evils of the Bloody Night, and also Li Liang, Yang Wei, and the rest, trembled violently.

A demon lord, that’s really a demon lord!

However, they remained unaware that Zifeng was but a hollow representation of a demon lord, lacking the true power of one.

Nevertheless, being equipped solely with the body of the Earth-Fire Flame Demon was more than enough to overwhelm anyone present. Moreover, the aura of intimidation emanating from a demon lord was profound.

This stood as Ling Feng's ultimate trump card. With Zifeng in the fray, even with four—no, now only three—Transformation Realm experts, the Four Evils of the Bloody Night wouldn’t be able to annihilate the Wenxian Sect!

With a graceful leap, Ling Feng landed on Zifeng’s shoulder, seamlessly merging into the flames that surrounded it.

"Who dared to challenge me to a punch? Show yourselves!"

Zifeng's voice thundered once more, causing the individual who had mocked it earlier to immediately collapse in fear, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

Zifeng's colossal form towered at least thirty feet tall, its fists resembling large cauldrons; a single blow from it could easily reduce someone into minced meat.

Confidence surged within the members of the Wenxian Sect.

"Goodness, I never knew Senior Ling Feng had such a formidable spirit pet!"

"A demon lord expert! This is almost like having a king among us!"

The elders and stewards of the Wenxian Sect were left utterly dumbfounded.

They finally understood why Ling Feng had remained so indifferent throughout this entire situation; having a demon lord as a spiritual companion made the Transformation Realm opponents seem insignificant!

"Truly, appearances can be deceiving, and one cannot measure the sea with a bushel!" Duanmu Qingshan's heart churned with shock, recalling how he had underestimated Zifeng upon first sight.

Little did he know, that "small creature" could transform into a demon lord!

Elder Yao couldn't contain his tears. "Heaven does not forsake the Wenxian Sect! Heaven does not forsake us!"

With a demon lord expert present, the Four Evils of the Bloody Night were nothing but trash!

Clang!

Ling Feng’s sword hummed. He stood tall on Zifeng's shoulder, engulfed in flames. His gaze was disdainful, resembling a fiery war god.

"Master, Zifeng, each of you handle one Transformation Realm opponent. As for that Blood Red Garment, leave him to me!"

"Elders and disciples, deal with the remaining enemies! Let's vanquish them together!"

Ling Feng's command spurred an immediate response from all those present.

"Attack!"

A thunderous roar reverberated, shaking the heavens, and even causing the seasoned experts among the Four Evils of the Bloody Night to feel uneasy.

Li Liang, Yang Wei, and the others were filled with regret; they had believed that siding with Blood Red Garment would spare their lives, but it had led to this outcome!

Numerous elders and disciples of the Wenxian Sect surged forward, instilling fear in the underlings of the Four Evils of the Bloody Night.

"What's with the panic?" The third Evil of the Four Evils of the Bloody Night swung his blade and charged into the fray. "Damn it, you’re all just a bunch of ants!"

"Hmph, your opponent is me!" In the following moment, a chilling intent locked onto the third Evil. It was Duanmu Qingshan who stepped forward, his sword striking out to intercept the Third.

"Zifeng, I entrust the last remaining Transformation Realm opponent to you. Though you're not a true demon lord, handling him shouldn't pose too much difficulty, right?" Ling Feng turned to Zifeng, his tone nonchalant.

"Master, you underestimate me too much. Hehe, I'll drain his life essence dry!"

Zifeng laughed out loud before launching himself upward like a cannonball.

Given his immense size, fighting on the ground risked injuring allies.

With his abilities, he only needed to harness the earth's flames to restrain the second Evil of the Four Evils of the Bloody Night, and then effortlessly drain the opponent's life essence to secure victory.