The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 650: The Arrogant Feng Wuji

On the martial stage.

A genius martial artist from the Tianyang Empire was locked in an intense battle with Mu Ye. In just a short amount of time, the two had exchanged hundreds of blows, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Mu Ye, truly worthy of being an elite student of the four major academies, had opened fifty-five meridian gates. His attacks were swift and lethal, each strike aimed at a critical point. Finally, with a powerful kick, he sent the genius from the Tianyang Empire off the stage, bringing a much-needed victory for the Tianbai Empire.

Mu Ye didn't stop there; he quickly dispatched two more young martial artists from the Tianyang Empire. As a result, the expressions on the faces of those from the Tianyang Empire turned grim.

Up on the high platform, Xiahou Lie smiled mysteriously. He whispered something to a servant behind him, who then signaled to the geniuses standing by. One of them, a young man dressed in black robes, nodded with a grin before leaping onto the stage.

"Tianyang Empire, Feng Wuji!"

The black-robed youth announced his name briefly before unsheathing his sword. He immediately launched a dazzling display of sword blossoms, striking toward Mu Ye.

Feng Wuji!

Ling Feng's pupils narrowed. This was the very same Feng Wuji that he had beaten up just a few days ago.

Although Feng Wuji had been humiliated by Jiang Biyi's scheme back then, Ling Feng knew that his strength was formidable. Mu Ye could be in danger.

"Haha, isn't that the Feng Wuji who got beaten into a pig's head? Hahaha! He's nothing but a laughingstock, and yet he dares step into the ring with Mu Ye? What a joke!"

"Exactly! He's bound to get beaten into a pig's head again!"

Many of the Tianbai Empire's young elites had attended the banquet and witnessed Feng Wuji's embarrassment firsthand. They found it almost admirable that he still dared to get on the stage.

"Hmph, ignorant fools!"

Feng Wuji sneered at the ridicule from below. He ignored them as his sword thrust forward. The speed didn't seem particularly fast, but Mu Ye's eyes twitched, and he quickly retreated.

It turned out that Feng Wuji's sword strike carried an incredibly terrifying power of Lieyang[1]. With just one move, it felt as though the air around the stage had ignited. Mu Ye activated his sword essence to resist the intense heat, but his counterattack was too slow. Feng Wuji's strike forced him back, leaving his arm numb.

"Damn it!" Mu Ye's face tightened in concentration.

"What... what just happened?"

The surrounding young elites were stunned. Mu Ye wasn't an unknown figure in the Hailan Academy, yet Feng Wuji had taken the upper hand with just one strike?

Feng Wuji is this powerful?

"Get off the stage. You're not qualified to be my opponent."

Feng Wuji sneered. Seeing the shocked expressions on the Tianbai Empire's geniuses filled him with satisfaction. He even turned to Ling Feng and provocatively raised his thumb, then turned it downward and pressed it a few times.

"Bastard!" Jiang Xiaofan clenched his fists. "Big Brother, who is that guy? Why is he provoking you like this?"

"He's just an idiot." Ling Feng chuckled. Someone like Feng Wuji wasn't worth his attention.

"In the Mu family of the imperial capital, there are no swordsmen who surrender without a fight!"

Mu Ye shouted, brandishing his sword. Though he knew he was outmatched, he still charged forward.

"Courting death!"

Feng Wuji laughed coldly. With a swift slash of his sword, a sharp wave of sword qi shot out, directly targeting Mu Ye's chest.

Mu Ye quickly raised his sword to block, but with a loud clang, he felt a tremendous force strike his arm, as if it were about to break.

"Ugh!"

The next moment, Mu Ye's body was sent flying backward as blood sprayed from his mouth.

Instant defeat!

The young elites watching from below were all shaken. An elite student of the four major academies had been instantly defeated!

Feng Wuji of the Tianyang Empire was terrifyingly strong!

Mu Ye, despite having opened fifty-five meridian gates and possessing strength comparable to a seventh-level Transformation Realm martial artist, had been effortlessly defeated in one move!

On the stage, Feng Wuji rested his golden sword on his shoulder, standing proudly. Blinding golden light radiated from him, and his power of Lieyang was strong enough to threaten even some experts in the Spiritual Element Realm.

"Who wants to come up and die next?"

Feng Wuji's gaze locked onto Ling Feng, his provocation undisguised.

He hated Ling Feng to the core and was itching to crush him publicly, the man who had caused him such humiliation.

"Big Brother, let me deal with him!"

Jiang Xiaofan, growing impatient, couldn't stand to see anyone provoke the person he respected the most.

"Wait. He's not worth your time."

Ling Feng casually touched his nose. "There are stronger ones among the Tianyang Empire's envoys. Don't waste your energy on someone like him."

"Oh..." Jiang Xiaofan nodded, though he thought to himself, taking care of someone like that wouldn't take much effort at all...

If Feng Wuji had known what Jiang Xiaofan was thinking, he might have coughed up blood on the spot.

On the high platform, the woman in purple robes seated beside the Eleventh Prince, Zi Yuan, squinted her eyes as she noticed Ling Feng. With a playful smile, she said, "Your Highness, that Ling Feng has shown up too. Perhaps you'll end up fighting him."

"Him? He's not worth my attention."

The Eleventh Prince glanced briefly at Ling Feng, then looked away, expressionless. "That unimpressive-looking boy? How could the sacred land have taken note of him? Have their standards really fallen this low?"

"Hehe, maybe he's a tiger hiding in pig's clothing?" Zi Yuan laughed softly.

"A tiger eaten by a pig isn't a tiger."

The Eleventh Prince chuckled. "Alright, Zi Yuan. Let me know if someone truly worth my time appears."

With that, the Eleventh Prince closed his eyes again, continuing to rest.

So far, no one worth his notice had shown up. Perhaps he wouldn't even need to fight to secure the three strategic passes of the Tianbai Empire.

Zi Yuan's alluring eyes studied Ling Feng. Aside from his slightly more condensed true qi, he indeed seemed rather ordinary.

"Am I overthinking this?" Zi Yuan shook her head with a smile, and then turned her gaze elsewhere.

Whether or not she was overthinking didn't matter. With the Eleventh Prince, who controlled the Mystical Yellow Flame, standing extremely close to the Spiritual Element Realm, no one beneath that level could challenge him!

1. Lie Yang 烈阳 translates to scorching sun. ☜