Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng tried his best to stay calm, his icy gaze fixed on Gui, whose terrifying aura like the Netherworld Absolute Prison nearly scared Gui to death.

”Where is Feeng Yan now?”

Ling Feng asked coldly.

”Because Brother Lin Mu and you, Senior Brother Ling, instructed us, so I... I didn’t dare to neglect. After Qin Wuyang drove Young Master Feeng and the others away, I arranged them in another inn. I... I’ll take you there now!”

Gui was so scared, he hurriedly responded tremblingly.

Only then did Ling Feng slightly calm down, his gaze still cold, and he slowly spat out two words: ”Lead the way!”

Gui wiped the sweat from his forehead. As an outer disciple who was inferior even to the Outer Sect disciples, he dared not offend either side, being caught in the middle, truly making it hard for him!

”Please... please follow me!”

Under Gui’s guidance, Ling Feng and Yeu Junyao quickly arrived at a relatively simple inn in the west of the city, which was naturally incomparable to the conditions at the Immortal Pavilion.

Initially, Ling Feng had promised to give Feeng Yan limb regeneration, so he arranged for him to stay in Iron Ice City. Little did he expect that due to his oversight, Feeng Yan was expelled.

Now, even though the Immortal Pavilion had plenty of vacant rooms, Qin Wuyang targeted Feeng Yan, likely venting his anger toward Ling Feng through him.

This kind of shameless rat, knowing he couldn’t deal with him, takes it out on his friends, simply disgraceful!

Before entering the guest room where Feeng Yan stayed, Ling Feng heard a sinister voice from afar, carrying a hint of lewdness, laughing eerily and saying: ”Little girl, what’s the point of staying with this cripple? It’s better to follow this Young Master! This Young Master is an Inner Sect disciple of the Blazing Sun Temple. Do you know that the East Spirit Immortal Pond Eight Palaces and the Three Great Divine Palaces are the Upper Three Temples? If you follow me, I guarantee you’ll enter the East Spirit Immortal Pond and even become an Inner Sect disciple, gaining high status and being worshipped and admired by countless people!”

”Yingying, don’t listen to him!”

Then, a familiar voice followed, seemingly from Fatty Huang.

”You despicable of East Spirit Immortal Pond, when Ling Feng returns, you’re doomed to die! Ah—”

Fatty Huang cursed, but soon, it seemed he was hit by a punch, emitting a pig-slaughtering scream.

”Humph, Ling Feng?”

The cold, sinister voice resounded again, ”It’s fine if you don’t mention Ling Feng. Since you did, let me tell you something, when he left the sect this time, whether he can come back alive is still uncertain. Do you think he can still protect you?”

Bang!

Another loud bang followed, and Fatty Huang emitted another scream, accompanied by the cries of Lan Yingying and Feeng Yan.

”Damn it, Brother Ling is not so easily killed! He will definitely come back!”

Feeng Yan clenched his fist tightly, eyes full of unwillingness and anger. Not to mention that he’s lost an arm, even at his peak, he was no match for Qin Wuyang.

After all, Qin Wuyang was an Extreme Human Emperor!

”Hahaha!” Qin Wuyang laughed heartily, ”So naive, too naive! Not to mention he can’t come back, even if he does come back, what can he do...”

”Even if he comes back, then what?”

At this moment, a cold voice interrupted Qin Wuyang.

Upon hearing this voice, Qin Wuyang’s eyelid twitched instantly.

This voice, why does it sound familiar?

His heart skipped a beat. As he looked back, chills ran down his spine.

”You... you... Ling Feng?”

”Brother Ling! (Young Master Ling!)”

Feeng Yan, Fatty Huang, and Lan Yingying, seeing Ling Feng return, all had eyes flashing with excitement.

He’s back!

Like a king, returning in glory!

”Qin Wuyang, you just said, now that I’m back, what will you do?”

Ling Feng coldly stared at Qin Wuyang, who at that moment had one foot on Fatty Huang and was accompanied by several disciples from the East Spirit Immortal Pond, flaunting his power infecting the weak!

Upon seeing Ling Feng, Qin Wuyang’s Three Souls scattered to the Seven Spirits.

The current Ling Feng was not the barely joined young Outer Sect disciple who could be toyed by Elder Qing Xuaan.

The current Ling Feng was one of the Top Ten Young Emperors, one of the Heavenly Kill Ten Extremes, and had become famous with one battle at Dragon Peak Holy Mountain, becoming a peak-level genius in the Eastern Spirit Domain.

Ling Feng had long become someone he could only look up to.

”Ling... Senior Brother Ling, I was just joking around!”

Qin Wuyang’s lips trembled incessantly, internally cursing his uncle: Father surely said that the Blood Shadow Alliance had deployed Blood Letter Killers, how come this Ling Feng is still alive? (PS: Elder Qing Xuaan is Qin Wuyang’s uncle.)

”A joke, huh?”

Ling Feng walked step by step toward Qin Wuyang, each step pounding into Qin Wuyang like a heavy hammer, leaving him trembling.

Behind Ling Feng, Yeu Junyao watched the scene with interest, seemingly curious as to how Ling Feng would handle the matter.

”Of...of course, just a joke.”

Qin Wuyang shook violently, hurriedly saying, ”Senior Brother Ling, I...I was just following the rules. The Immortal Pavilion can only accommodate candidates with assessment qualifications, according to the Immortal Pond’s rules. Did I do something wrong?”

”Immortal Pond’s rules?”

Ling Feng coldly stared at Qin Wuyang, surprised he could speak such words.

”Does that include coming here to humiliate and beat my friends?”

Ling Feng’s gaze grew colder, Qin Wuyang felt as though he had been plunged into the Netherworld Hell, occasionally scorched by fiery flames, occasionally frozen to the bone, with his clothes thoroughly soaked by sweat.

”Thud!”

The next instant, Qin Wuyang knelt on the floor, hastily kowtowing to Feeng Yan and the others in apology, ”Please be merciful and treat me like a fart!”

”Humph, to survive, you even abandon your dignity?”

Ling Feng sneered, ”Is this what you call an Inner Sect disciple? High and mighty, worshipped by thousands?”

Qin Wuyang dared not speak further, only continuously kowtowing for mercy. He knew very well, given Ling Feng’s current strength, even Young Emperors could be killed at his whim; he barely counted as an ant compared to him.

At this point, Ling Feng had reached Qin Wuyang, squatted down in front of him, gripped his shoulder blade, and coldly said: ”For other matters, I might treat them as jokes. But some things interest me!”

Ling Feng coldly stared at Qin Wuyang, whose heart sank with a thud, shivering even more severely.

”I’m very curious, why do you think I couldn’t come back alive?”

Ling Feng smiled at Qin Wuyang, yet this smile appeared to Qin Wuyang as terrifying as a demon.

No, even scarier than a demon!