Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

”What’s the matter, you’re not going to explain clearly?”

Ling Feng’s palm exerted a slight force, and with a cracking sound, Qin Wuyang’s shoulder blade shattered directly.

”Ah!”

A miserable scream echoed, Qin Wuyang was drenched in sweat, panting heavily: ”I... I have a foul mouth, I talk nonsense, Ling Shixiong, you... You mustn’t take it seriously!”

”Still unwilling to tell the truth, huh?”

Ling Feng shook his head, somewhat regrettably: ”I gave you a chance, but unfortunately, you didn’t cherish it.”

”What... what do you mean?”

Qin Wuyang’s eyelids twitched suddenly, staring at Ling Feng, the next moment, his pupils contracted suddenly.

In an instant, he suddenly discovered that in Ling Feng’s eyes, there seemed to be a strange divine pattern, swimming like a Yin Yang Fish, and then, his mind lost its guard, the Sea of Consciousness was forcibly invaded by a Divine Sense.

”Since you won’t speak, I have to take it myself.”

Ling Feng’s gaze focused, already activating the Emperor’s Eye.

Not long after, Qin Wuyang’s whole body went limp, convulsing a few times, and his vitality began to gradually drain away.

His Divine Soul Origin had dispersed, and at this moment, he was undoubtedly dead.

”Qin... Qin Shixiong!”

The disciples who came along with Qin Wuyang were all scared out of their wits; Ling Feng actually dared to kill Qin Wuyang!

Originally, they thought Ling Feng would at most give Qin Wuyang a severe beating and be done with it.

But to their disbelief, Ling Feng made such a ruthless move.

”Go back and tell Qing Xuanzi that his head can stay on his neck for a few more days. But the time is running out!”

Ling Feng’s expression was extremely cold. Those disciples knew Ling Feng had no intention of killing them too, so they breathed a sigh of relief, hastily carried Qin Wuyang’s body out, and ran away as fast as they could.

”Hmph, what a Qing Xuanzi!”

A cold gleam flashed in Ling Feng’s eyes, piecing together from Qin Wuyang’s memories, Ling Feng only vaguely guessed that Qing Xuanzi and the Blood Shadow Alliance were secretly colluding, and also learned that the Blood Letter Killer dispatched by the Blood Shadow Alliance had more than one task besides seizing the Five Emperors Treasure Vault—one was to kill him.

Fortunately, his luck was good and he killed Xue Ren in the Emperor Yan World; otherwise, facing such a terrifying killer would indeed be indefensible.

It’s just a pity that the Qin fellow acted extremely covertly, even Qin Wuyang didn’t know much.

But just based on Qing Xuanzi’s collusion with the Blood Shadow Alliance, he could rightfully kill him, without having to worry about the sect’s rules at the East Spirit Immortal Pond.

Betraying the sect calls for death by anyone’s hand. Moreover, Ling Feng is one of the Top Ten Young Emperors, with the authority to kill first and report later.

After those henchmen of Qin Wuyang disappeared without a trace, Yeu Junyao then came smilingly, having a bit more admiration for Ling Feng.

Unexpectedly, Ling Feng also had such a decisive, ruthless side—he looked imposing and somewhat charming!

”Hey, you really do have some skills!” Yeu Junyao said with a smile.

Ling Feng paid no attention to Yeu Junyao and instead helped Fatty Huang, who was lying beside him, back on his feet. This guy was thick-skinned and tough; although he took a few punches from Qin Wuyang, they were just superficial injuries.

”Brother Feeng, I’m sorry for your suffering.”

Ling Feng cast an apologetic glance at Feeng Yan and the others.

”Haha, it wasn’t much of a suffering.”

Feeng Yan shook his head with a smile and then looked at Gui, who stood timidly aside, quickly saying: ”Ling brother, don’t give Gui a hard time; he really took good care of us during this time.”

Ling Feng nodded slightly; this Feeng Yan was indeed still the same Feeng Yan he initially met—despite all he had been through, he remained as before, someone who could truly be called a ”renzhe”.

”Alright, you may leave now.”

Ling Feng gave Gui a look, and Gui, feeling as if pardoned, cast a grateful glance at Feeng Yan and promptly left.

”Brother Feeng, returning to the Immortal Pavilion now will undoubtedly bring some troubles; you might as well stay here for a while.”

Ling Feng pondered for a moment and then slowly said: ”I’ve been out and about, and I purchased a batch of spiritual medicine in the Purple Crystal Imperial City—I could try refining a Limb Regeneration elixir for you, which might help you regrow a brand new right hand!”

Upon hearing Ling Feng’s words, Feeng Yan showed a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Although he repeatedly told Ling Feng he was indifferent about it, as a martial artist, who could truly be indifferent?

His Prison Heaven Finger was quite powerful, but without his right hand, he could leverage only thirty percent of its strength.

In this condition, no matter how long he lived, it would be difficult to advance further, and entering the East Spirit Immortal Pond would be out of the question.

”Really? That’s great!”

Lan Yingying also looked extremely excited, seeming even happier than Feeng Yan.

”Haha, I told you Young Master Ling is reliable!” Fatty Huang seemed to have forgotten about his injuries, full of joy.

”Ling brother, I... I don’t know how I could thank you.” Feeng Yan’s voice was somewhat choked.

”The success rate is only about eighty percent.”

Ling Feng said slowly: ”I need two to three days to prepare for refining the Blood Essence Rebuilding Pill, and supplement it with the Life Rejuvenation Needle; perhaps it can help your limb regenerate, but the process might be painful, Brother Feeng still needs patience.”

”As long as I can grow my right hand, I can endure any pain.”

Feeng Yan nodded heavily.

”Blood Essence Rebuilding Pill?”

Yeu Junyao looked at Ling Feng incredulously; in fact, in the Jiuli Divine Race, most were Fire Element cultivators, so except for martial arts experts, almost all clan members had some involvement in alchemy.

And the Jiuli Divine Race had several Elixir Saint-level figures, one of whom was her grandfather.

She naturally understood that the Blood Essence Rebuilding Pill was of such high grade that even an eighth-level Alchemist might not dare claim they could definitely refine it successfully.

And the so-called Elixir Saint is actually just a ninth level Alchemist.

This Ling Feng, so young, could it be he already had the mastery of an eighth-level Alchemist?

”Hey, can you really refine the Blood Essence Rebuilding Pill? Don’t boast!”

Yeu Junyao looked at Ling Feng with disbelief.

”Believe it or not, I’m not asking you to believe! Anyway, if you leave now, that would be even better for me.”

Ling Feng rolled his eyes; this woman always called him ”hey” no matter how many times he corrected her.

Deep down, she felt the Jiuli Divine Race was superior.

Ling Feng never had a good impression of such women.

If it weren’t for her being Mu Qianxue’s cousin, he’d definitely kick her away!

”Hmph!”

Yeu Junyao glared angrily at Ling Feng; after spending several days together, her tolerance seemed to have improved significantly—after all, expecting someone like Ling Feng with his blockhead to coax someone was like expecting the impossible.

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