Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

"I really want to see just how much you’re actually worth, you arrogant, ignorant brat!"

Alliance Leader Bu twisted his wrist, the Long Sword in his hand flicking like a Spiritual Snake flicking its tongue, shooting out ten thousand bolts of lightning. One blinding Sword Light after another burst forth, so dazzling that no one dared look straight at them.

Each streak of Sword Light was incomparably nimble, densely packed, forming arc-shaped trajectories that slashed toward Ling Feng from every angle.

It was as if Ling Feng had been surrounded by countless arc-shaped Sword Lights.

Under the shroud of the Sword Domain, Ling Feng’s every move was locked onto by Bu Jinglei.

No matter how he responded, those Thunder Snake-like Sword Qi of Bu Jinglei’s would, at the very first instant, coil toward him.

"Now this is a bit interesting!"

A sharp gleam flashed through Ling Feng’s eyes, yet he still stood there with an indifferent expression, actually not taking any action at all.

"Hmph!"

In a flash of electricity and Fire, Bu Jinglei’s eyes burst forth with a fierce light. Strength control, infusion, eruption—all in one motion. One of those arcs of lightning suddenly surged in speed, its Strength exploding, tearing out from within the countless arcs at an unbelievable angle to strike. Its trajectory was downright horrifying.

From this one sword alone, it was clear that Bu Jinglei’s power was anything but ordinary.

The fusion of Thunder Rule and swordsmanship had reached the peak of perfection.

Clang!

In the next instant, a crisp Sword Sound rang through the Nine Heavens.

Ling Feng’s hand flashed with Sword Light, then instantly vanished, as though it had never appeared. Yet beneath that single streak of cold light, all the arcs of lightning unleashed by Bu Jinglei were reduced to dust.

"What?"

Bu Jinglei’s expression changed, and he hurriedly retreated. Ling Feng’s sword was so fast that even he had not clearly seen it.

"Your use of Thunder Rule isn’t bad, pity for you—you ran into me."

Ling Feng let out a cold laugh. He went to challenge the Sky-reaching Sword Tower once every single day; the speed of his swordsmanship’s improvement could hardly be described with words.

Especially the 9th Floor, the Hundred Gods Bombarding Immortal Formation—although he still had not broken through this floor, he had already gained an incomparably huge harvest from those Sword Puppets.

Bu Jinglei’s sword might look extremely fast, comparable to Thunderbolt itself, and the changes were endless, but how could such variation possibly compare to the spectacular sight of a hundred Sword Puppets attacking at once in the Hundred Gods Bombarding Immortal Formation?

What’s more, the numbing effect of the Thunder Power Bu Jinglei relied on had absolutely no impact on Ling Feng at all.

Trying to play with Thunderbolt in front of Ling Feng was simply making a fool of himself at the master’s door.

The next moment, Ling Feng’s body moved!

"Not good!"

Bu Jinglei’s pupils shrank abruptly. He unleashed his Sword Domain to the extreme, boundless pressure surging and rolling as it swept toward Ling Feng, hoping to obstruct his attack.

However, Ling Feng had gradually begun to get used to even the stacked pressure of a hundred layers of Sword Domain in the Hundred Gods Bombarding Immortal Formation. This level of pressure from Bu Jinglei was almost negligible to him.

"You stir up trouble on my turf—you must really be tired of living."

Ling Feng drew his sword like a bolt of lightning. Even though Bu Jinglei reacted extremely fast, he was still a step too slow.

Chi!

The Protective Sword Gang around his body might as well have been air. Bu Jinglei’s figure was blasted backward, his chest slashed by Ling Feng’s sword. Fresh Blood immediately gushed out, dyeing the front of his robe red.

The clashes between powerful Swordsmen rarely lasted long—victory and defeat were often decided in a single move.

The sword was a killing weapon, the very embodiment of offense—fierce and sharp.

Ling Feng’s sword was even more domineering and ruthless. If it did not strike, fine—but once it did, it shocked everyone.

Bu Jinglei’s Strength was very strong. From his Sword Domain and his fusion of Thunder Rule, his ranking as second among the Ten Strongest was by no means undeserved.

But Ling Feng was stronger.

Ever since joining Du Yue Heaven Palace, whether cultivating at Xuanjian Villa, comprehending at the Heart-washing Sword Pool, or challenging the Sky-reaching Sword Tower, Ling Feng’s growth each day had been immeasurable.

These so-called Ten Strongest had long since been standing still.

Being surpassed by Ling Feng was only a matter of time.

"Pfft!"

Bu Jinglei clutched his chest, vomiting Blood nonstop, staring at Ling Feng in terror and shock.

He had never imagined that this Ling Feng, clearly a junior not even fifty years old, could have such Heaven-defying Strength!

He could feel that Ling Feng had held back with that sword. Otherwise, it would definitely not have ended with just spitting out a mouthful of Blood.

Even so, the Primordial Qi in his body had almost been completely scattered. If he had not also cultivated some Body Refining Techniques in the past, he probably wouldn’t even be able to stand right now.

"If you’re here to attend the celebration, I, Ling Feng, welcome you. But if you dare make trouble on Lingyun Alliance’s turf, sorry—I’ll have you come in standing and go out lying down."

A sharp light flashed in Ling Feng’s eyes, like a bolt of lightning shooting out.

Bang!

The bronze bell Bu Jinglei had brought slammed heavily onto the ground with a dull "dong," shattering into pieces on the spot.

"Get lost!"

Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his back and let out a clear shout, scaring the Thunder Alliance members so badly that they all trembled.

"Wait a minute!"

Chu Chaonan still wasn’t willing to let it go. He let out a cold snort and said, "Hey, Thunder Alliance Leader, you just said that whoever could defeat you, you’d eat this Ancient Bell! Now that you’ve already been defeated by our Alliance Leader Ling, aren’t you going to hurry up and eat?"

"Yeah! Hurry up and eat!"

"Eat! Eat! Eat!"

The members of Lingyun Alliance felt a rush of delight.

Ling Feng had appeared and, in just a few exchanges, brutally thrashed this insanely arrogant Thunder Alliance Leader. It was simply beyond satisfying.

Even the second of the Ten Strongest had been easily defeated by Ling Feng—it showed that Ling Feng’s Strength was absolutely extraordinary.

He just might really have the Strength to challenge Dongfang Chun.

As some rejoiced and others brooded, Bu Jinglei’s expression grew as dark as it could get. Staring at the shattered pieces of the bronze bell on the ground, he clenched his Fists so tight his knuckles whitened.

"Don’t push me too far!"

Bu Jinglei gnashed his teeth in hatred, looking at Ling Feng with a heavy gaze. "Alliance Leader Ling, leave a man some dignity so you can meet again in the future. You don’t have to be this ruthless, do you?"

"Sorry, but it’d be better if we never meet again."

Ling Feng gave a cold smile. "Since those words came out of your mouth, you naturally ought to follow through. Unless, of course, you, Thunder Alliance Leader, speak no different from farting—then do as you like."

"You...!"

Bu Jinglei’s face turned green with rage as he glared viciously at Ling Feng, eyes almost splitting. "Fine! Fine! I’ll eat! I’ll eat it!"

With that, the bastard actually grabbed chunks of the bronze bell and started chewing. Crunching noises rang out as he forcibly swallowed them down.

This guy was ruthless too.

After a long while, Bu Jinglei finally finished eating the entire bronze bell. His lips were cut open and flipped back, Blood flowing nonstop. He looked utterly, irredeemably wretched.

Once he finished eating the Ancient Bell, Bu Jinglei glared at Ling Feng, turned around, and was about to leave.

"Hold it!"

Xiao Juanyun walked up with a smiling face. "Thunder Alliance Leader, important figures like you are always so forgetful. You seem to have said there’d also be a congratulatory gift of one hundred million Contribution Points. How about making good on that?"

"Yes, he did say that!"

"That’s right, I heard it too!"

"As a dignified Alliance Leader, surely your word counts for something!"

"Exactly—don’t make us look down on you!"

The members of Lingyun Alliance all burst out laughing. Bu Jinglei shook with anger, yanked off his Identity Token, and said coldly, "I’ll pay!"

Xiao Juanyun chuckled as he stepped forward, transferring one hundred million Contribution Points into his own Identity Token. Only then did he beam and say, "As expected of the Thunder Alliance Leader, so generous—one hundred million in a single gift. Many thanks, Alliance Leader Bu, and do come again next time!"

Bu Jinglei shot Xiao Juanyun a vicious glare, then said nothing more as he led his subordinates away.

He had no intention of staying here even a moment longer.

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