The Art of Chaotic Divinity

"Impossible!"

Ye Changge clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles crackled. He was the ninth-ranked expert from the previous Sunset Heaven Selection. After ten years of tempering himself, how could some junior actually defeat him? And not just defeat him, but overpower him head-on in body refinement!

Impossible!

There was already one Ye Ting in this world. That alone was too much!

Veins bulged across Ye Changge's eyes as bloodshot fury filled his gaze. He looked ready to devour someone alive.

He simply could not accept it.

"What happened to that so-called genius pride of yours? Wasn't your body refinement supposed to be incredible? Is this really all you've got?"

Ling Feng walked forward leisurely, open disdain written across his face.

"Kid, I truly underestimated you!"

Ye Changge stared coldly at Ling Feng, though inwardly he was shaken to the core. Qi refinement, body refinement, and spiritual refinement were each difficult paths on their own. Most people could barely master one.

Yet Ling Feng cultivated two simultaneously!

Even Ye Changge himself had focused almost entirely on body refinement to reach his current level.

But Ling Feng not only wielded thunder energy and flame domain techniques, he also possessed such terrifying vitality power!

"Good! Very good!"

Ye Changge ground his teeth so hard they nearly shattered.

"I underestimated you. Your strength even surpasses Murong Bai's. But since you dare challenge me in body refinement, then let me see exactly how capable you really are!"

Only when their fists collided head-on did Ye Changge's expression finally change in horror.

The instant their punches met, it felt as though he had smashed into a mountain falling from the heavens.

That immense, unstoppable force flooded his senses like raging waves.

His Tyrant Dragon Fist had been utterly crushed beneath Ling Feng's Heaven-Dominating Fist!

Crack!

His arm snapped instantly.

A savage force surged through his fist and tore violently into his body.

Rip!

In that brief moment, countless muscles split apart. Half his body went numb on the spot.

Then a terrifying weight crashed onto his shoulder.

Ling Feng flipped through the air and stepped directly onto him.

That strike even carried the power of the Thousand Army Annihilation Kick.

Ye Changge coughed up blood violently as his entire body slammed downward.

"AAAH!"

With a furious roar, his knees suddenly buckled beneath him.

Bang!

He crashed onto the bronze platform on both knees.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread beneath them.

Ling Feng stood atop his shoulders like an immovable mountain, suppressing him completely. Ye Changge could not move in the slightest and remained forced to kneel there.

In only two moves, the victor had already been decided.

Ling Feng had not used any spiritual consciousness. He had not drawn his celestial artifact bow either. Relying solely on the power of the Dragon-Elephant Divine Strength, he forced the arrogant Ye Changge to his knees.

The audience below stared in utter shock.

Especially Wang Qian, who inhaled sharply.

At first, he thought Ling Feng had only beaten him because the celestial artifact bow perfectly countered his defensive treasures.

But now, all resentment vanished.

He had lost fairly.

Even without the celestial artifact bow, he still would have been crushed.

Meanwhile, the previously dejected Murong Bai stared blankly at the scene onstage, too stunned to speak.

Ling Feng was actually this strong?

On the elders' platform, every high-ranking elder sat frozen in silence, as though they had all agreed beforehand.

This was complete domination.

Absolute domination.

Especially Elder Haoling from the Wulei Sacred Land. His face darkened heavily.

He understood better than anyone how terrifying Ye Changge's body refinement was. He also knew how proud Ye Changge had always been of it.

This defeat might very well become a lifelong shadow in his heart.

"You sounded so confident earlier. Talking about how nobody could ever catch up to you. I thought you were impressive."

Ling Feng stepped calmly onto Ye Changge's shoulder and pressed down harder.

"In the end, you're nothing special. You couldn't even last two moves."

Crunch!

As Ling Feng exerted more force with his legs, Ye Changge sank several more inches into the ground, like a wooden stake being hammered deeper and deeper into the earth.

"Bastard!"

Ye Changge's hair flew wildly as humiliation and shock twisted together on his face.

"Ling! If you've got the guts, let me up!"

Crack!

Ling Feng increased the pressure again, forcing Ye Changge even deeper underground.

"Damn it! Damn it all! A warrior may be killed, but not humiliated! Don't you dare disgrace me like this!"

Ye Changge nearly gnashed his teeth from rage.

Ling Feng stood above him with his legs apart while he knelt directly beneath him.

This was utter humiliation.

Complete humiliation beneath another man's legs.

"Humiliation? So you do understand what humiliation feels like."

Ling Feng's face turned icy cold.

He stomped once on Ye Changge's shoulder before flipping backward. The moment he landed, he drove a vicious kick straight into Ye Changge's back.

The strength of fifty dragon-elephants erupted instantly.