The Art of Chaotic Divinity

"Hehe!"

Facing the furious Wang Qian, Ling Feng merely shrugged. He recalled the three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows and nocked them onto the Bow of Yi once more, the arrowheads aimed straight at Wang Qian.

A chill suddenly ran down Wang Qian's spine.

Even the shield formed by the Ten-Thousand-Year Black Tortoise Mask could not withstand those arrows. How could his flesh and blood possibly endure them?

"Gulp!"

Wang Qian swallowed hard, yet he still had no intention of giving up.

No matter how powerful the arrows were, they meant nothing if they failed to hit.

After all, he was a wind-element cultivator. Speed was his greatest specialty.

"You still want to continue? Three arrows at once!"

Ling Feng grinned as he fully drew the bowstring. Three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows shot forth simultaneously.

"Oh no!"

Wang Qian's eyelids twitched violently as he immediately fled in panic.

Yet in the very next moment, Ling Feng flashed forward and appeared directly in his escape path.

Bang!

A heavy punch slammed ruthlessly into Wang Qian's face.

Wang Qian stood there dumbfounded. When he turned around, there were no three arrows at all.

"Damn it, you tricked me!"

Wang Qian trembled with rage. He glared at Ling Feng coldly and looked ready to fight him to the death.

"Three arrows at once! Here they come again!"

Ling Feng raised the bow once more.

Wang Qian shuddered violently and instantly retreated backward.

Unfortunately for him, what greeted him was still Ling Feng's fist.

Bang!

This punch knocked two of Wang Qian's front teeth crooked.

"Hell with that!"

Wang Qian finally exploded in fury. Roaring at Ling Feng, he shouted, "You lied to me again!"

"Is there some rule saying I can't trick you during a spar?"

Ling Feng shrugged casually, sounding utterly unconcerned.

"You!"

Wang Qian nearly exploded from anger. He felt utterly humiliated.

"Three arrows at once. They're coming again!"

"As if I'd believe your bullshit!"

Grinding his teeth, Wang Qian fixed his gaze on Ling Feng. This time, he refused to dodge and charged forward like a madman.

Unfortunately for him, three arrows really were fired this time.

By the time Wang Qian realized it, it was already too late.

Puchi!

The three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows pierced through Wang Qian's left leg, right leg, and left shoulder respectively.

The arrows tore straight through his body. Blood immediately poured from the wounds without stopping. At the same time, the elemental force within him rapidly drained away, while his mind and spirit quickly weakened.

That was the terrifying property of the Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrow.

After taking three arrows at once, Wang Qian had completely lost the ability to continue fighting.

"You... you..."

Wang Qian pointed at Ling Feng, feeling so aggrieved he nearly vomited blood.

"I suddenly discovered my conscience. I figured constantly lying to you wasn't very nice. Don't you agree?"

Ling Feng stood there with an innocent expression, smiling brightly as he spoke.

"Pfft!"

Wang Qian completely broke down. He spat out a mouthful of blood toward the sky before collapsing stiffly onto the arena stage.

The audience fell silent.

Everyone who witnessed the scene was utterly stunned.

Ling Feng's strength was already top-tier, yet his ability to infuriate people had clearly reached an even more terrifying level.

At least eighty percent of the reason Wang Qian fainted was probably because Ling Feng had angered him half to death.

Crack!

On the elders' platform, Pavilion Master Xiaoyun of Yunluo Sacred Land crushed the teacup in his hand instantly. Sharp fragments dug into his palm, yet he seemed completely unaware of the pain.

His eyes remained locked onto Ling Feng atop the arena, disbelief filling his gaze.

A trace of seriousness also appeared on Elder Haoling's face from Wulei Sacred Land. His expression darkened as he slowly said, "At this rate, this child may not only reach the top ten. He might even have a chance at breaking into the top five."

Over on Dongling Immortal Pool's side, the three Hall Masters all revealed pleased expressions.

They had long heard of Ling Feng's glorious feats within the Hall of War. The Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrow was also one of the most dazzling merits attached to his name.

Below the arena, countless spectators stared blankly, their minds still struggling to process what they had just seen.

The Ling Feng whom nobody favored had utterly crushed Wang Qian with ease. The impact felt like a massive hammer smashing into everyone's hearts, shattering something deep inside them.

They had always acknowledged that Ling Feng was strong, yet deep down, most of them still viewed him with jealousy and distrust.

Before this tournament, Ling Feng had possessed almost no reputation within the Dongling Region. Even after winning several earlier matches, nobody truly believed he could contend against a first-rate expert like Wang Qian.

Yet Ling Feng had truly defeated him.

Not only that, he had won in an overwhelming and decisive fashion!

This completely overturned their understanding.

Ling Feng was not merely strong.

He was monstrously strong, far beyond their imagination.

At this point, Ling Feng had already surpassed the level of Wang Qian and Ye Changge. He now possessed the qualifications to compete against the second-tier echelon monsters like Gu Changfeng, Li Yanluo, and Gongsun Long.

"Roar!"

A dragon's roar echoed through the arena.

The plundering of fortune did not stop just because Wang Qian had fainted. Ling Feng immediately summoned the nine golden dragons, which rushed forward and devoured Wang Qian's fortune power completely without the slightest courtesy.

Wang Qian's fortune power was even richer than Yuan Huaji's had been. After fully devouring it, the inscriptions on Ling Feng's forehead became even more dazzling and brilliant.

However, the golden dragon, already measuring nine zhang, nine chi, and nine cun, did not continue growing any further.

That left Ling Feng somewhat puzzled.

From what he knew, the experts who had once participated in the Sunset Heaven Selection before all possessed fortune dragons exceeding ten zhang in length.

That meant the limit of the fortune dragon was definitely not merely nine zhang, nine chi, and nine cun.

Still, Ling Feng could not be bothered dwelling on it further.

The Nine-Dragon Supreme Fortune was already a once-in-a-thousand-years phenomenon. He did not expect his fortune power to ascend to some even higher level.

When Ling Feng was teleported off the arena, the gazes of everyone within his group had completely changed.

Everywhere his eyes swept, people immediately avoided eye contact. None dared meet his gaze for even a moment.

When he returned to his seat, Yue Huaqing hurriedly stood up. Her beautiful face looked somewhat stiff as she spoke nervously.

"Junior Brother Ling... you're back."

After witnessing that battle, Yue Huaqing had finally been completely convinced.

Previously, after losing to Ling Feng, she still felt somewhat unwilling to accept it. She had thought that if she had known beforehand Ling Feng also cultivated fire-element divine skills, then with proper preparation, the outcome might still have been uncertain.

Only now did she realize just how much Ling Feng had held back against her.

As for Li Fei, Feng Ling, and the others, they had long since grown accustomed to Ling Feng's monstrous nature.

None of them felt remotely surprised by his victory over Wang Qian.

Forget defeating a mere Wang Qian. Even if Ling Feng went on to seize the championship of this Sunset Heaven Selection, they would not find it particularly shocking.

After all, Ling Feng was a man who excelled at creating miracles.

...

Very soon, the second round of the top hundred elimination battles finally came to a complete end.

Across the ten arena groups, only ten participants from each group could advance.

Only the strongest hundred contestants were qualified to enter the third round.

As for Arena Number Six:

First place, Ling Feng. Twenty consecutive victories. Completely unmatched.

Second place, Wang Qian. Nineteen consecutive victories.

Third place, Yue Huaqing. Nineteen consecutive victories.

...

Tenth place, Li Fei. Sixteen consecutive victories.

Because Ling Feng had crippled Yuan Huaji, Li Fei barely managed to advance into the third round with her tenth-place ranking.

If Yuan Huaji had not provoked Ling Feng or deliberately antagonized him, then with his strength, even after losing to Ling Feng, he still would have advanced steadily.

Unfortunately, while this world had many things, regret medicine was not one of them.

The remaining nine groups also gradually finished their matches.

The Top Hundred Tournament had finally concluded!

Among the hundred qualifiers, Dongling Immortal Pool occupied roughly fifty spots, nearly half the total. This naturally matched their status as the reigning overlord.

Wulei Sacred Land and Yunluo Sacred Land each occupied about a quarter, while all the ordinary Superior sects had been completely eliminated.

The transcendent status of the Three Great Sacred Lands was clearly beyond dispute.

The Sunset Heaven Selection was also known as the Three Sacreds' Grand Selection.

And only from this moment onward did the true Grand Selection competition finally begin.