The Art of Chaotic Divinity

A flash of golden light descended as Ling Feng and Wang Qian were simultaneously teleported off the arena.

The others had not even reacted yet.

Strictly speaking, that battle had not even begun before it had already ended.

The contestants of Group Three stared at one another in confusion, utterly unable to understand why an expert like Wang Qian had actually surrendered to Ling Feng.

With a flicker, Ling Feng returned to his seat within the preparation area.

Wang Qian clenched his fists tightly and shot Ling Feng a cold glare, but in the end, he could only grit his teeth and sit down nearby.

Murong Bai looked completely stunned. He first glanced at Ling Feng, then at Wang Qian, before locking his gaze onto Ling Feng once again.

"Junior Brother Ling..."

Taking a deep breath, Murong Bai pondered for a moment before secretly transmitting his voice through spiritual consciousness.

"Junior Brother Ling, could it be that you've got some kind of leverage over Wang Qian? Is that why he didn't dare fight you and simply surrendered?"

"So that's what Senior Brother thinks?"

Ling Feng rubbed his nose, neither confirming nor denying it.

"Uh..."

Murong Bai shook his head.

"I don't mean anything else by it. It's just that if I don't think that way, I genuinely can't understand why Wang Qian would surrender without fighting. Still, no matter what, congratulations on taking another win."

Ling Feng simply smiled faintly and shrugged without saying anything further.

Murong Bai could only shake his head inwardly and stop asking questions. In his heart, however, he had already concluded that Wang Qian must have some kind of weakness in Ling Feng's hands, which forced him to act cautiously and surrender voluntarily.

On the other side, Ye Changge merely sneered coldly, treating the entire match like a joke.

In his view, Wang Qian's surrender was definitely because Ling Feng had used some underhanded method behind the scenes.

Winning through such "despicable" means was truly disgraceful.

The matches continued.

Not long after, a burst of light suddenly flashed around Murong Bai before teleporting him onto Arena Number Three.

His opponent was none other than Wang Qian.

Murong Bai's expression immediately became strange. He wondered inwardly whether Wang Qian might surrender directly again out of fear that Ling Feng truly held some leverage over him.

Unfortunately, he had clearly overthought things.

Wang Qian was already holding a stomach full of rage. The moment he saw Murong Bai step onto the arena, he immediately decided to vent all his frustration on him.

"I can't afford to provoke Ling Feng, but you think I can't deal with you, Murong Bai?"

Wang Qian clenched his fists tightly.

Ling Feng had completely stripped away all of his fortune power, so naturally he intended to snatch back half of Murong Bai's first.

Before the Sunset Heaven Selection officially ended, he still had opportunities to plunder and accumulate fortune power again.

As for Yuan Huaji, he had been beaten too miserably. He had already lost even his qualifications to continue competing, which meant he no longer had the right to seize martial fortune from others.

His future was basically ruined.

Feeling Wang Qian's sinister gaze, black lines practically formed across Murong Bai's forehead.

"What the hell..."

Murong Bai cursed inwardly.

Not only had he failed to gain any advantage whatsoever, he had somehow become Wang Qian's punching bag instead.

Still, Murong Bai possessed confidence of his own.

Although Wang Qian was Yunluo Sacred Land's new generation chief inner sect disciple, Murong Bai was the Third Young Emperor of Dongling Immortal Pool. Furthermore, Dongling Immortal Pool's foundation far surpassed Yunluo Sacred Land's.

As the Third Young Emperor of Dongling Immortal Pool, Murong Bai naturally possessed abilities beyond ordinary geniuses.

Streams of light flickered across his fingertips as he swept a hand across the golden belt at his waist.

A longsword radiating icy cold qi instantly emerged.

The moment Murong Bai grasped the sword, his entire presence transformed.

It felt as though he himself had become an unrivaled divine sword.

In an instant, his sharpness burst forth without restraint. A nearly tangible sword will exploded outward from him as the center.

His entire aura changed dramatically.

Strands of chilling airflow circled around him, carrying terrifying pressure.

A strange light flickered through Ling Feng's eyes.

So Murong Bai was actually a sword dao expert?

During all the time they had spent together before, Ling Feng had never sensed the slightest trace of sword will from him.

Who would have thought Murong Bai had hidden himself so deeply?

What Ling Feng did not know was that even within the sect, Murong Bai rarely used his sword.

Because there were very few people capable of forcing him to draw it.

"This sword will has probably already reached the Minor Perfection level."

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although he could not yet determine the exact attribute of Murong Bai's sword will, the sheer aura alone proved its quality was absolutely extraordinary.

Even the Slaughterous Sword Will hidden deep within Ling Feng's sea of mind began stirring restlessly.

"Wang Qian, who's stronger and who's weaker will be decided through battle. There's no need for all that empty boasting!"

Murong Bai pointed his sword at Wang Qian as sword will surged around him fiercely.

"Hehe, then let me show you whether I'm boasting or not!"

Wang Qian's gaze turned cold.

He was normally calm and deeply calculating, someone who rarely revealed his emotions. Yet this time, Ling Feng had angered him too severely. The fury bottled inside him had turned him into a keg of explosives that detonated at the slightest spark.

"Winds of the Nine Netherworlds!"

The same move erupted once more.

For a moment, sinister winds wailed across the arena, sweeping through every corner with nowhere to escape.

Layer upon layer of highly spiritual dark winds infiltrated everything, corroding all existence beneath the heavens.

Sizzle!

Murong Bai's white robes rapidly dissolved into foul liquid at a visible speed.

Yet Murong Bai remained completely fearless.

"Mere dark winds think they can stop my Sword Will of Self Sovereignty?"

"Sword of Heaven and Earth's Sole Sovereign!"

Murong Bai swung his longsword.

In that instant, a terrifying aura of absolute supremacy exploded outward.

A flash of sword light burst forth like the rising sun in the east, illuminating the endless heavens.

Strands of sword qi as thin as silk fused into the sword radiance itself, slicing apart heaven and earth while severing all beneath the skies.

"So this is the Sword Will of Self Sovereignty?"

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Murong Bai's sword dao stemmed from an invincible conviction that placed himself above all others. It truly was an extraordinary sword will.

Combined with the Sword of Heaven and Earth's Sole Sovereign, the two complemented one another perfectly, unleashing astonishing power.

Unfortunately, Ling Feng still noticed a flaw within it.

Murong Bai's invincible will was not complete.

More accurately, after witnessing the battles of top-tier prodigies like Shi Haoxuan several days ago, a crack had formed within his sword heart.

And that tiny crack might very well determine the outcome of this battle.

Buzz buzz buzz!

On the arena stage, the invisible dark winds were actually cut apart by countless flashes of sword light.

Layer after layer of black mist scattered through the air like drifting black snow, swirling around Murong Bai's body.

In the blink of an eye, the entire arena looked as though black snow had begun falling from the heavens.

Wang Qian's expression remained unchanged as he coldly sneered:

"Sword of Heaven and Earth's Sole Sovereign? Your tone is ridiculously arrogant."

Woo woo woo!

The sinister winds howled even more violently.

This time, Wang Qian no longer held back and unleashed his true trump card.

Murong Bai likewise did not dare underestimate him. He pushed his sword will to its absolute limit as the Sword of Heaven and Earth's Sole Sovereign danced wildly against the raging winds.

For a time, sword light flickered everywhere while dark winds churned violently.

Black winds.

White swords.

The entire battlefield seemed to revolve around those two opposing forces as they collided endlessly.

The two exchanged blows repeatedly. At times Wang Qian gained the upper hand, while at other moments Murong Bai suppressed him instead.

The battle grew increasingly intense and deadlocked, making it impossible to determine superiority.

Ten moves.

Twenty moves.

Thirty moves.

After sixty exchanges, neither side had managed to gain a decisive advantage.

Wang Qian felt both shocked and furious.

Murong Bai's swordsmanship was profound and mysterious. His sword light was meticulous to an astonishing degree, faintly restraining Wang Qian's sinister winds.

Fortunately, Wang Qian had also noticed a flaw hidden within Murong Bai's sword techniques.

And that flaw was precisely the opportunity he needed to reverse the entire battle.