The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 147: The Flower-Transposing Jade-Burying Sword!

"It's time for you deceitful individuals to pay for your blood debts!"

Duanmu Qingshan stood proudly, his eyes brimming with both murderous and resentful intent.

"Hmph! Old man, after forcefully breaking through the Five-Thunder Sky-Locking Array, you're nothing but a spent force now. Yet, you still have the audacity to talk big here?"

Lin Canglang coldly fixed his gaze on Duanmu Qingshan, his voice seemingly squeezing through clenched teeth, sending shivers down the spine.

Yang Wei, Li Liang, and the others tightened their grips on their weapons, vigilantly observing Duanmu Qingshan. They had never imagined that one day Duanmu Qingshan would break free from the array.

"Master!"

With a swift motion, Ling Feng flew to Duanmu Qingshan's side, his aura emanating power, wielding the Eradicator of Realms in his hand. Despite Lin Canglang and the others' murderous stares, he remained resolute and fearless.

"Ling—Feng!!!"

Lin Canglang clenched his teeth so hard they made a creaking sound. This brat was tossing him around like a toy; how could he not go mad?

"Senior Brother Sect Leader, this kid has already broken through to the Pulse Formation Realm!" Li Liang immediately noticed that Ling Feng had opened two meridian gates, causing his pupils to shrink.

"Damn it!" Lin Canglang's face immediately darkened. The last time he saw Ling Feng outside the Iron Blood Alliance, he was only at the Qi Formation Realm. In just a short ten days or so, Ling Feng had advanced to the Pulse Formation Realm and even opened two meridian gates!

"I have to thank the Sect Leader for giving me the Qi-boosting pills."

Ling Feng's lips curved into a smirk. Indeed, the pills provided by Lin Canglang had played a certain role in his rapid advancement.

"You ungrateful scoundrel!" Lin Canglang's facial muscles contorted with rage. "Today, as the Sect Leader, I will make sure you die a miserable death!"

"Ungrateful?" Ling Feng sneered. "You underestimate me, Lin Canglang. Do you think everyone is as petty and selfish as you?"

"Hahaha!" Lin Canglang laughed furiously. "Ling Feng, even if you managed to deceive me, you've ingested the Golden Silkworm Gu Poison. Without the antidote I provide, you'll soon understand the true meaning of suffering!"

With those words, Lin Canglang retrieved a small drum from his storage spirit ring, grinning menacingly. "Those who dare betray me, the Sect Leader, will face a fate worse than death!"

Boom boom!

Without delay, Lin Canglang struck the small drum heavily, unleashing a sinister sound wave.

"Ahh!"

Ling Feng, feigning intense pain, clutched his abdomen and cried out in agony.

Duanmu Qingshan was momentarily taken aback. As far as he knew, Ling Feng had already neutralized the Golden Silkworm Gu Poison.

However, he quickly realized that Ling Feng was merely pretending, using it as a ploy to both toy with the fools and buy himself time to recover his strength.

Duanmu Qingshan was slightly astonished by his disciple's adaptability, finding it truly remarkable!

"Hahaha! You little brat, how does it feel, experiencing the effects of the poison? Isn't it unpleasant?"

Lin Canglang, thinking he had Ling Feng's fate in his hands, burst into manic laughter, relentlessly pounding the drum. Ling Feng, in turn, vocally cooperated, screaming in apparent pain.

"Insolent fool, who do you think you are to dare betray me, the Sect Leader? Your pathetic life is still in my hands!"

However, amidst Lin Canglang's sinister laughter, Ling Feng gradually straightened his posture. A hint of mockery crept onto his face as he casually groaned, "Oh dear, it really hurts. My stomach feels like it's being tickled by laughter!"

"You—" Lin Canglang's laughter abruptly ceased, his gaze fixed incredulously on Ling Feng.

Despite Ling Feng's loud wails, his complexion remained flushed and not a drop of sweat trickled down his face.

Even Lin Canglang, as dense as he was, realized that Ling Feng was merely pretending.

Li Liang clenched his fists tightly, realizing that his earlier concerns had indeed come true.

"How is this possible?"

Filled with hatred, Lin Canglang gritted his teeth and tossed the small drum aside, stomping on it fiercely, while trembling with anger.

"If I couldn't even neutralize a small dose of Golden Silkworm Gu Poison, how wouldI be able to help Master resolve the sword qi in his body and aid in his recovery?" Ling Feng said indifferently.

"It was you!" A thunderbolt struck Lin Canglang's mind as he realized that Ling Feng had healed Duanmu Qingshan's injuries, allowing him to break free from the array.

"Yes, it was me," Ling Feng waved the Eradicator of Realms in his hand, facing Lin Canglang's overwhelming murderous intent without any fear.

At this moment, Duanmu Qingshan's energy had also recovered by seventy percent. He spoke coldly, "Those who persist in wrongdoing will eventually perish. Lin Canglang, your time to die has come!"

"Nonsense! Just you?" Lin Canglang abandoned his usual lofty posture as sect leader and drew his sword fiercely, launching a ferocious attack.

"Lin Canglang, you've always wanted to obtain The Flower-Transposing Jade-Burying Sword, haven't you? Today, I'll give you a chance to die under it!"

Duanmu Qingshan took a step forward, his long sword vibrating with a "buzz." At the same time, he shouted loudly, "Little Feng, watch carefully!"

"Yes, Master!"

Ling Feng understood that Duanmu Qingshan wanted to seize this opportunity to pass on The Flower-Transposing Jade-Burying Sword technique to him.

Duanmu Qingshan soared forward, his gaze fixed on Lin Canglang like a hawk homing in on its prey.

"Lin Canglang, it is you and your disciple who caused me to be separated from my wife and daughter. Today, beneath my blade, you will meet your end!"

With rage fueling him, Duanmu Qingshan's vital energy surged like an immovable mountain.

"You old thing, do you really think you stand a chance?"

In Lin Canglang's hand was a low-grade treasured sword, and as a Transformation Realm cultivator himself, what did he have to fear when facing Duanmu Qingshan, whose cultivation had been stagnant for over a decade?

"Falling Leaves, Flying Flowers!"

"Shattering Gold, Burying Jade!"

Duanmu Qingshan didn't waste words. His sword thrust forward, its edge emanating an unmatched dominance, sweeping out like a golden tendril, aiming directly at Lin Canglang's chest.

Lin Canglang's pupils contracted as if he had glimpsed the figure he once feared.

Duanmu Qingshan, formerly revered as the top expert of the Wenxian Sect, would have become Lin Canglang's master instead of the previous sect leader had he not declined the position.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The clashing of metal and iron was exceptionally jarring.

The scattered sparks resembled falling meteors, unmistakably carrying the force of the "Shattering Gold, Burying Jade" technique.

"Shattering Gold, Burying Jade!" Li Liang's fists clenched tightly. Thirteen years ago, they had united with the previous sect leader to besiege Duanmu Qingshan, only for the former sect leader to meet his demise under Duanmu Qingshan's blade.

From that moment on, Li Liang's heart became persistently eager for this sword technique. Thirteen years later, witnessing Duanmu Qingshan once again exhibit this sword skill, Li Liang still felt a lingering sense of fear.

"Damn it, the Sect Leader is being suppressed!"

Yang Wei grit his teeth in hatred, astonished that despite over a decade of captivity, Duanmu Qingshan's strength not only hadn't regressed but had even grown stronger.

The peak leaders and elders brought by Lin Canglang were wide-eyed and chilled to the bone at the sight of Duanmu Qingshan's swordsmanship.

Ling Feng secretly activated his Heavenly Dao Eye, imprinting The Flower-Transposing Jade-Burying Sword technique into his mind.

While this sword technique might not wield the same power as Scorching Sky Blaze, the Scorching Sky Blaze was an ultimate move that would leave him weakened once executed.

In contrast, the Flower-Transposing Jade-Burying Sword could serve as a primary offensive technique, surpassing the yellow-ranked upper-grade sword techniques he previously mastered such as the Falling Leaves Sword Art, Sunset Sword Art, and Starshatter Sword Art in terms of power.

This sword technique was, at the very least, a middle-grade mystical-tier sword technique!

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