Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 661 - 662: Overwhelming! (2nd update)

Chapter 661: Chapter 662: Overwhelming! (2nd update)

"The Eleventh Prince has been defeated. Is there anyone else in the Tianyang Empire who dares to challenge me?" Ling Feng stood proudly on the stage, his posture like that of an Undefeated War God, driving the Heavenly Pride Girls below into a frenzy. They covered their small mouths with their hands and shouted phrases like "Ling Feng, I love you!"

Qiaoqiao, with her bright eyes wide open, covered her lips with her tiny hand and turned back to Yue Yunlan, exclaiming, "Miss, this dummy is really really really amazing!!"

Recalling the first time she saw Ling Feng, he wasn’t even at the Magnetic Condensation Realm yet, a complete newbie. But in just over a year, he had become this powerful.

Yue Yunlan pursed her lips, her beautiful eyes gazing at the figure standing proud on the stage, with a radiant expression, seemingly lost in thought.

"Hehe..." Seeing Yue Yunlan in a daze, Qiaoqiao covered her mouth to hide her smile and teased, "Miss, don’t you remember saying that your future husband must be stronger than you? This dummy now seems to qualify, doesn’t he?"

"You... Stop talking nonsense," Yue Yunlan glared at Qiaoqiao, her gaze shifting back to Ling Feng on the stage.

As the sun set in the west, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed Ling Feng’s clothes a reddish hue. There he stood on the stage, and while the genius martial artists of the Tianyang Empire glared at him with fury, none dared to step forward for a long while.

With the Eleventh Prince defeated, what use were they?

Even though there were still many masters on the side of the Tianyang Empire, Ling Feng had obtained the Xuanhuang Flame’s seed. If he triggered the Xuanhuang Flame, he would be another Eleventh Prince. Who would rush to their death?

"General Xiahou, it seems that this time, your country is slightly outmatched," said Lee Taixu, squinting his eyes with a smug smile, rising to greet Xiahou Lie with a cupped fist salute, "I hope that your country will keep its promise and hand over the commands of the three cities."

King Bai of Sky White also smiled faintly. Although the battle had been perilous, fortunately, a young man named Ling Feng appeared in time to turn the tide.

"Hmph, our Tianyang Empire is not defeated yet!" Xiahou Lie clenched his teeth. The Emperor of Tianyang had issued a strict order—if he did not win this battle, he would have to return with his head!

"Lei Biao, you go!"

Xiahou Lie, with a grim face, shouted toward the martial artists of the Tianyang Empire Camp, "Kill that boy!!!"

"This..."

A young man with a massive build, resembling a tower, stiffened in his face, somewhat reluctantly said, "General, that kid... he has the Xuanhuang Flame!"

"Hmph, what about the Xuanhuang Flame? He has just obtained the Xuanhuang Flame, refining it will take some time. Now, while he hasn’t mastered the Xuanhuang Flame, kill him! You must kill him!"

"Fine!"

That Lei Biao, with a flash of coldness in his eyes, dragged a giant sword nearly as tall as himself and slowly stepped onto the stage.

His Great Sword, with an extremely long hilt nearly matching a standard long sword, caused a dull, echoing noise as he dragged it on the ground, implying a suffocating, mountainous pressure.

Ling Feng slightly raised his head, glanced at Lei Biao, and shook his head, "You think just because I haven’t refined the Xuanhuang Flame yet, you can defeat me?"

"Defeat you? Hmph, my mission is to kill you!"

Lei Biao roared lowly, a terrifying brute force like that of a primordial beast erupting from his body. Wrapped in killing intent that nearly materialized, mixed faintly with the scent of blood, it was clear that this guy was a bloodthirsty demon who killed without blinking.

Ling Feng’s brows furrowed slightly, a cold light flickering in his eyes: Since it’s another wicked foe, today I shall rid the people of this evil demon!

"Roar!"

Lei Biao let out a fierce yell, swinging his Giant Sword. The terrifying Great Sword, like an Ancient Divine Mountain, heavily smashed down, with a fearsome force that made the audience below feel palpitations.

Ling Feng conducted the Carefree Sword Step with a tap of his foot, easily dodging the strike. That Giant Sword, with immense strange power, heavily crashed onto the blue stone floor of the stage, instantly creating a huge crater. The terrifying force of this strike was fully displayed!

"Sss! What terrifying power!"

The talents from the Empire below collectively gasped at the sight, for the arena of the Central Training Ground was reinforced with high-level array techniques and engravings. Even a warrior of the Divine Origin Realm wouldn’t be able to damage it easily, yet Lei Biao’s smash had actually caused such extensive damage to the ground.

Ling Feng touched his nose, looking slightly surprised. Judging by the brute force alone, this guy was almost on par with Jiang Xiaofan.

"You want to compete in brute force?"

With a cold smile, Ling Feng instantly activated the Mountain Crashing Transformation from the Eight Desolate Body Forging Technique!

The Eight Desolate Four Transformations consist of: Mountain Shattering Transformation, Crack Earth Transformation, Mountain Crashing Transformation, and Sky-breaking Transformation. Ling Feng had been far from idle when he left the Southern Border Demon Domain. He had no idea how many demons he had slain, refining their Bloodline Power and tempering his own body.

Not long ago, Ling Feng’s Eight Desolate Body Forging Technique had finally progressed from the Crack Earth Transformation to the Mountain Crashing Transformation, greatly increasing his physical strength.

In an instant, the training garment clinging to his body tore under the pressure of his exaggeratedly bulging muscles, revealing a well-defined, chiseled physique as if it had been sculpted with an axe.

"Bring it on!"

Ling Feng waved at the geniuses of the Tianyang Empire Camp, saying carelessly, "Why don’t you all come at once? Just this one brutish ox isn’t enough to satisfy me!"

Upon his words, the crowd below once again erupted into commotion, with countless spectators swallowing hard.

One man with a sword, daring to challenge all the strong warriors of the Tianyang Empire Camp—it was an act of unparalleled arrogance and dominance.

"What! This Ling Feng, he actually wants to fight against all the strong warriors from the Tianyang Empire alone!"

"As expected of the most ruthless man in the Imperial City! Truly fierce!"

"Haha, Brother Feng is just Brother Feng, so damn cool!"

"Arrogant!"

Lei Biao raged, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins as he bellowed and charged again, "I alone am enough to crush you to death!"

"Is that so?"

The corners of Ling Feng’s mouth curved into a slight smile as he went ahead and did another crazy thing—he even put away his Great Sword, Ten Directions Annihilation!

Calmly blowing a breath into his palm, he moved leisurely on the platform, taking slow steps as if strolling in his garden, creating a stark contrast to the fiercely pouncing Lei Biao, who resembled a fierce beast.

"You’re seeking your own death!" bellowed Lei Biao like thunder, bursting forth with his body, and violently slashed down with his Giant Sword, "Die!"

This one sword carried the tyrannical and terrifying power of an ancient fierce beast, aiming to cleave Ling Feng’s shoulder and split him in two!

"Slap!"

There was no sound of the giant sword hitting its mark, no sound of bones breaking, and no sound of blood spraying.

Instead, there was the exceedingly crisp and loud sound of a slap.

And before the onlookers could fully process what had happened, the sound of a body slamming heavily onto the ground rang out, followed by a "clang," dust billowing and obscuring everyone’s view.

Moments later, as a gentle breeze dispersed the dust over the platform, the crowd saw Ling Feng standing proudly at the center of the arena, while Lei Biao lay on the ground like a dead dog, barely breathing, not likely to live much longer.

One slap had flipped Lei Biao!

"What... what’s going on here?"

Xiahou Lie couldn’t believe what he was seeing, his fleshy face trembling with anger, "This is impossible!"

Everyone had been focused on the might of the Xuanhuang Flame, but they had overlooked Ling Feng’s own strength.

In fact, even without the Xuanhuang Flame, Ling Feng would undoubtedly defeat the Eleventh Prince in a fair fight!