The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 657: Ling Feng, The Most Ruthless of the Imperial Capital

"Defeat me?"

The Eleventh Prince burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. "You should give up on such a delusion, haha..."

The Eleventh Prince's disdain toward the martial artists of the Tianbai Empire infuriated the young talents of the Imperial Capital. Unfortunately, all they could do was curse inwardly.

"Damn, this prince from Tianyang Empire is way too arrogant, acting so cocky before the fight even started!"

"Exactly! Whoever is up there, I support you!"

Compared to the title of "Little Sword God" Li Bufan, Ling Feng was far less known.

However, someone in the crowd suddenly recognized Ling Feng and shouted, "I remember now, isn't he the one who kicked Liu Shengjie's balls and drugged several senior brothers from the Tianwei Academy, making them attack each other? That guy... Ling Feng!"

"Now that you mention it, I remember too. He's the one who even dared to provoke Young Prince Mo Lin and fought with him over a woman!"

"Yeah, yeah! He even called Xuanyuan Ao, the captain of the West Court sword team of Tianwei Academy, trash!"

"Damn, how come I didn't know about such a rampant person from the Imperial Capital? Any of these things would have been enough to get him killed, but Young Prince Mo Lin isn't someone to be trifled with. How is this guy still alive?"

"You're too naive! This guy has powerful backers! The director and vice-director of Tianwei Academy are covering for him. Who would dare to mess with him?"

Of course, the reason the academy's directors protected Ling Feng was largely due to Yan Cangtian's influence.

Those old guys weren't blind. Ling Feng constantly visited Yan Cangtian, and even a fool could tell that Ling Feng was likely his personal disciple.

And no one dared to mess with Yan Cangtian's students!

"So the Imperial Capital has such a ruthless character?"

"Well then, be ruthless again! Knock that Eleventh Prince down and claim the title of the most ruthless in the Imperial Capital!"

"That's right, kick his balls!"

"..."

Hearing the commotion from the crowd, Ling Feng felt black lines forming on his forehead.

How come nothing good is mentioned about me?

At least Li Bufan is known as the Little Sword God. But they refer to me as the most ruthless in the Imperial Capital?

Damn it, what kind of nickname is that?

This is too much!

What's worse was Lin Mochen and Yu Sixian were stirring up even more chaos, shouting from the crowd, "You guys have no idea! Our Brother Feng's nickname is actually the Chaos Demon King, the Supreme Killer!"

"Brother, you're mistaken! Considering Brother Ling's habit of kicking people's balls, wouldn't 'Explosive Expert' be a more fitting nickname?"

"Explosive Expert doesn't sound good. How about 'Bomb Defuser'?"

"Haha, brother, you're a genius!"

"I, Long Aotian, admit defeat!"

...

"Little Brother Ling is finally stepping up!" Wen Tingguang was visibly excited. After witnessing the strength the Eleventh Prince displayed, the morale among the Tianbai Empire's officials had been quite low. But with Ling Feng on stage, Wen Tingguang felt a glimmer of hope.

This kid always had a way of creating miracles, turning the impossible into the possible.

"Hmph, just him? He's just going up there to get humiliated!"

Yue Tianqun sneered. "He's just a mere mystical-tier student, yet he has the audacity to go on stage!"

"Third Young Master, your words are wrong. You haven't reached the Spiritual Element Realm either, so why don't you go up?" Wen Tingguang retorted.

"I..." Yue Tianqun clenched his fists and coldly snorted, "I know my limits! Unlike that fool who only knows how to show off!"

"If you're afraid, just say so!" Yue Tengfeng couldn't stand it anymore and sternly said, "Third Brother, don't blame me for saying this, but in terms of courage and skill, Little Brother Ling is a hundred times stronger than you!"

Yue Tianqun gritted his teeth, but in the end, he backed down without a word.

"Alright, let's keep watching."

Yue Zhonglian took a deep breath. As the sect leader of Cangqiong Sect for over ten years, he had never been this nervous.

If they lost this battle, not only would they need to sacrifice a daughter, but also half of Tianbai Empire's territory!

All of their hopes now rested on Ling Feng's shoulders.

In front of the high platform, Qiao Qiao saw that Ling Feng had finally taken the stage. Excitedly, she shook Yue Yunlan's shoulders and giggled, "That fool finally stepped up! He's going to beat all the opponents!"

Yue Yunlan remained silent, lowering her head slightly as her beautiful eyes gazed at the white-clad figure on the stage. She silently asked herself, "Young Master Ling, did you go on stage because you couldn't bear to leave me behind?"

As if sensing Yue Yunlan's gaze, Ling Feng looked up at her.

Their eyes met, and their gazes locked.

Ling Feng clenched his fists and gave Yue Yunlan a reassuring look.

Yue Yunlan's face flushed slightly. It was the first time Ling Feng had looked at her so seriously, and it seemed as if he was making her a promise!

"Can we start now?"

The Eleventh Prince's eyes flashed with impatience. Even though he had no feelings for Yue Yunlan, she was supposed to be his bride. And now, here she was, having a moment with another man? What was this?

"Whenever you're ready."

Ling Feng slowly drew his Eradicator of Realms. The Eleventh Prince was undoubtedly a formidable opponent.

But he was also an opponent who would allow Ling Feng to go all out in battle.

Ever since he unlocked eighty-five meridian gates, Ling Feng had yet to fully unleash his power.

"Four Transformations of Eight Desolations: Earth Splitting Transformation!"

"First lock, open!"

"Second lock, open!"

Without hesitation, Ling Feng immediately revealed two of his trump cards. Of course, he only unlocked two of the Primordial Locks. Unleashing his full power right away wasn't a wise move.

Feeling Ling Feng's aura suddenly surge, rising to the level of around seventy meridian gates, the Eleventh Prince finally showed some interest, though he still shook his head and said slowly, "With just this strength, I'll use both hands."

As his words fell, the entire stage was instantly engulfed in flames.

With just a single move of his Mystical Yellow Flame, the Eleventh Prince could crush any opponent beneath the Spiritual Element Realm!

"It's... it's the Mystical Yellow Flame!"

"Oh my god, the abnormal fire ranked in the top 30, and it's an offensive type!"

"A martial artist in the Pulse Formation Realm... how could they possibly withstand such a fire? My god, who is this Eleventh Prince?"

The officials of the Tianbai Empire were all dumbfounded.

No wonder the Eleventh Prince had seemed so confident. With the Mystical Yellow Flame alone, he could remain undefeated against anyone below the Spiritual Element Realm.

Even against someone like Wen Tingguang, a peak Spiritual Element Realm expert, a single mistake in front of the Mystical Yellow Flame could lead to death.

"He's using the Mystical Yellow Flame!"

In the distance, Yan Jinghong, standing at the top of the observation tower, narrowed his eyes. "With this flame, he barely qualifies as an opponent."

Yan Jinghong glanced dismissively at Ling Feng and murmured, "As for him, it seems he won't even live long enough to face me. After all, trash is trash. Especially self-righteous trash. Dying is what they deserve!"