The Art of Chaotic Divinity

With victory decided, most of Murong Bai's fortune power was devoured by Ye Changge. A flash of golden light appeared, and Murong Bai was teleported off the arena.

Bitterness filled his heart.

The gap between them was simply too enormous.

He had not even managed to force Ye Changge to reveal his true strength.

Unwillingness lingered across Murong Bai's face as disappointment overwhelmed him.

Ye Changge curled his lips into a mocking smile and glanced toward Murong Bai from afar. Carrying himself with the posture of a superior expert looking down on the weak, he casually remarked,

"Your strength is decent enough. Unfortunately, your talent is limited. You'll never catch up to me in this lifetime. Stay in Dongling Immortal Pool and become some insignificant elder in the future, wasting your days away. That is your destiny. As for the peak of the martial path, that belongs to geniuses like me."

Murong Bai's footsteps halted.

Surprisingly, he did not feel anger, because every word Ye Changge spoke was true.

At his age, it would not be long before he ceased being a disciple. Either he would become a sect elder or head to the Hall of War for permanent duty.

For people without talent, an entire lifetime might pass with them forever stuck at the early-stage Divine Destiny Realm, mediocre and forgettable.

A deep sorrow surged through Murong Bai's chest.

Back when he first entered Dongling Immortal Pool, how spirited and ambitious had he been?

How grand had his dreams of reaching the summit as a supreme expert been?

Yet now, he suddenly realized something.

Perhaps he was merely... ordinary.

Perhaps weakness had always been his fate from the very beginning.

His complete defeat at Ye Changge's hands was no different from a bucket of icy water poured over his head.

The dream of becoming a supreme expert shattered instantly.

Even the heart that pursued martial greatness came to an abrupt stop.

Perhaps this point marked the end of his martial path.

No matter how unwilling he felt, he could only bow his head and accept fate.

"Heh..."

Murong Bai took a deep breath and slowly sat down.

The sword dao heart he had only recently restored completely collapsed once again.

"What a vicious Ye Changge!"

A cold light flashed through Ling Feng's eyes.

Ye Changge had clearly sensed a trace of threat from Murong Bai.

If Murong Bai's Sword Will of Self Sovereignty ever broke through into Great Perfection, even Ye Changge's vitality armor might not necessarily withstand his attacks.

That was precisely why Ye Changge deliberately used the cruelest words possible to shatter Murong Bai's dao heart.

If Murong Bai failed to emerge from this shadow, then for the rest of his life, his Sword Will of Self Sovereignty would never reach Great Perfection.

That way, Ye Changge would naturally lose one future rival.

This Ye Changge truly was sinister to the extreme.

Despicably ruthless.

As though sensing Ling Feng's gaze, Ye Changge shrugged and spread his hands innocently before joking,

"I just spoke casually. If he insists on taking it seriously, what does that have to do with me?"

"What a nice excuse. One sentence, and you cleanly wash your hands of everything."

A trace of coldness flashed through Ling Feng's eyes.

He said nothing further.

In the martial world, victors ruled while losers perished.

Since that was the case, then he would teach Ye Changge a lesson using the rules of the arena itself.

Hopefully, when Ye Changge faced defeat himself, he would remain just as relaxed and composed as he was now.

...

Another three matches quickly passed.

Murong Bai's mood remained heavy, and he no longer bothered watching the battles.

To him, everything had already lost meaning.

Seeing Murong Bai sink into such despair, Ling Feng silently shook his head.

This was precisely why a martial practitioner without an unshakable martial heart was destined to accomplish nothing.

Someone with Murong Bai's talent had already surpassed countless others, yet he became dispirited simply because of one defeat.

By comparison, Ling Feng thought of his good brother Jiang Xiaofan from the Tianbai Empire.

Despite possessing far inferior talent, Jiang Xiaofan still cultivated tirelessly and continued chasing what others called impossible.

In this world, nothing was truly impossible.

Whoosh!

Dark radiance flashed as Ling Feng was teleported onto the arena.

Standing opposite him was none other than Ye Changge, the man who had just crushed Murong Bai.

"Hehe, I was wondering who my next opponent would be. Never expected it to be you."

Ye Changge sneered coldly.

He still knew nothing about Ling Feng defeating Wang Qian. In his mind, Ling Feng's strength remained at the level he showed when defeating Liu Donglin.

That kind of strength still fell far short compared to himself.

Perhaps among the younger generation, Ling Feng could already be considered outstanding.

But Ye Changge had been the ninth-ranked expert of the previous Sunset Heaven Selection.

"I've also been wanting to fight you."

Ling Feng stood calmly with his hands behind his back. His expression remained steady without the slightest hint of nervousness.

"Hehe, what's this? Trying to seek justice for that trash Murong Bai?"

A mocking smile hung on Ye Changge's lips as he burst into loud laughter.

"Kid, you should be grateful this is an arena match. Otherwise, what would've been shattered wouldn't be Murong Bai's dao heart, but his life."

Ling Feng's expression did not change in the slightest.

"Victory and defeat are decided by strength. There's no such thing as justice or injustice. If someone falls and refuses to get back up, that's Senior Brother Murong's own choice. It has nothing to do with anyone else."

"Hahaha!"

Ye Changge laughed loudly.

"Good, good! Looks like you're someone who understands."

"So there's no such thing as seeking justice."

Ling Feng remained standing calmly with his hands behind his back. His face was frighteningly calm.

"I simply want to beat you up. Do you have any objections to that?"

"Mhm?"

Ye Changge froze briefly before narrowing his sharp eyes toward Ling Feng.

"Kid, I think you still haven't figured out the situation you're in."

"Is that so?"

Ling Feng slowly narrowed his eyes as the aura around his body began steadily rising.

Below the arena, Wang Qian suddenly shuddered for no reason at all.

Looking at the self-important Ye Changge, he unexpectedly felt a little pity for him.

Because Ye Changge had made a mistake he absolutely should not have made.

He had angered Ling Feng.

The previous person who angered Ling Feng, Yuan Huaji, was still lying unconscious in bed.

As for Wang Qian himself, he had fortunately avoided directly escalating things too far with Ling Feng, yet he had still been beaten so badly that he nearly questioned his entire life.

Soon enough, the next person to question his life would probably be Ye Changge.

Wang Qian held absolutely no doubt that Ling Feng could defeat him.

When it came to defensive toughness, Wang Qian's two pseudo-celestial artifact treasures were definitely no weaker than Ye Changge's vitality armor.

Yet beneath Ling Feng's celestial artifact, they still ended in complete destruction.

"Ye Changge... Ye Changge... this time, you're probably finished."

For some reason, Wang Qian suddenly felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

No matter what, he was more than happy to watch Ye Changge become his newest fellow sufferer.