Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

47: Chapter 047: I Will Only Throw One Fist!

47: Chapter 047: I Will Only Throw One Fist!

“What are you?” Di Jingtian looked at Ling Feng emerging from the crowd and noticed that his realm hadn’t even reached the Qi Sect, a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes, “You aren’t even qualified to spar with me!”

“Do I qualify or not?

There’s only one way to find out!” Ling Feng narrowed his eyes, “What’s the matter, are you afraid?”

“Afraid?” Di Jingtian seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, “Kid, it’s your own doing, don’t blame me!”

Murderous intent surged on Di Jingtian’s face.

Just a ninth-level Qi Condensation, an ant-like creature, dares to act wild in front of him.

“Draw your sword,” Ling Feng’s tone was very indifferent as he stared at Di Jingtian, coolly stating, “I don’t even need a sword to defeat you.”

As these words came out, the disciples from the Asking Immortal Sect who were watching were all dumbfounded.

Di Jingtian was first taken aback, then burst into a huge laughter, nearly unable to straighten his back from amusement.

“This…

this Ling Feng is way too arrogant, Di Jingtian even defeated Senior Brother Lee Muuge!”

Lee Muuge clenched his fists in anger from within the crowd.

He was someone who had been defeated by Di Jingtian and knew very well how strong Di Jingtian was.

Yet, Ling Feng dared to make such an audacious claim, filling him with disdain.

Just a Ling Feng, he probably couldn’t even beat him, so what gave him the right to make such bold statements here?

“Kid, I was only planning on breaking one of your legs and letting you lie down for a few months, but because of your words, I’m going to cripple both of your hands and turn you into a complete and utter cripple!”

A chilling killing intent surged in Di Jingtian’s eyes as he coldly fixed his gaze on Ling Feng.

“Get ready!”

The long sword in Di Jingtian’s hand trembled with a buzz.

Facing such a “foolhardy” fellow, Di Jingtian struck with extreme ruthlessness.

“Watch closely, I only need one punch!” Ling Feng stood in place and indeed did not draw his sword.

Instead, he placed one hand behind his back, his gaze sharpened, and an angry sea surged around him like an overwhelming conception.

“It’s the Nine-layered Sea Suppressing Fist!”

Seeing Ling Feng’s stance, someone had already recognized the technique he was using.

This Nine-layered Sea Suppressing Fist manual was originally a fragmented score that almost no one in the Asking Immortal Sect could master.

Yet, Xiao Qingfeng had previously obtained the latter part of the fragmented score and lost a bet to Ling Feng, losing both the complete Fist Manual and his own life!

“Humph, what petty Fist Technique, go to your death!” Di Jingtian’s sword, like a stretch of the Milky Way, thrust forward, a streak of bright sword light nearly blinding to the eyes.

“Boundless Falling Wood Killing!”

Upon making his move, Di Jingtian employed the same Killing Move that had defeated Lee Muuge.

In his mind, Ling Feng would undoubtedly have all his meridians broken and become a cripple if he took this hit head-on.

However, what he didn’t expect was that his infallible Killing Move was so easily dodged by the other party with a sway and a flash, effortlessly avoided.

And now, the opponent’s fist was already at his chest.

“Now let’s see who will be defeated,” Ling Feng’s lips curved into a smile, then he let out a low roar, “Jiao Long—Supress the Vast Seas!”

Boom!

From such a close range, the Fist Force of “Jiao Long Suppress the Vast Seas” completely erupted, striking directly at Di Jingtian’s chest.

“You—”

Before Di Jingtian could react, his heart was pierced through, blood, and flesh spurted into the air, turning into a mist of blood, drifting away with the wind.

With eyes wide open in disbelief, Di Jingtian looked at Ling Feng, never in his dreams having thought that he would be killed by a single move!

And mercilessly, it had taken his life!

“Sss—”

The surrounding disciples all gasped in shock.

This scene, how similar it was!

This Ling Feng was simply an incarnation of the Evil God, daring anyone to provoke him, the only end was a one-way road to death!

A month ago, it was Xiao Qingfeng.

A month later, it was Di Jingtian, just the same!

Ling Feng stood proudly, with the Heavenly Dao Eye activated, all of Di Jingtian’s killing moves were as clear as the palm of his hands, every flaw laid bare before his eyes.

Under these circumstances, naturally, Di Jingtian had no choice but the road to death.

“Jingtian!” The broken sword Elder of the Liuyun Sword Sect burst out shouting, his eyes filled with blood vessels, his hands trembling, “My disciple, my good disciple!”

The broken sword Elder’s chest filled with a ball of rage, his blood-stained eyes fixed on Ling Feng, he bellowed, “You little bastard, I’ll slaughter you!”

“Fists and feet have no eyes.

Your disciple can injure the disciples of the Asking Immortal Sect, can I not kill him?” Ling Feng faced the man-eating glare of the broken sword Elder, fearless and imposing.

“To kill for a life, go to hell!”

The broken sword Elder, having lost his beloved disciple, almost fell into madness, his long sword swung to slay Ling Feng.

“Elder Can Jian, you must not forget, this is the ground of the Asking Immortal Sect!” Elder Qingyun quickly drew his sword, repelling Elder Can Jian’s sword move, and coldly shouted.

After all, Ling Feng had avenged the Asking Immortal Sect and reclaimed their lost face; Elder Qingyun could not just stand by and let Elder Can Jian have his way.

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes; he had not expected Elder Qingyun to take action on his behalf, but even if Elder Qingyun did not intervene, Ling Feng wasn’t afraid of Elder Can Jian.

This was the territory of the Asking Immortal Sect, as long as he remained within the sect, he could pull out the Sect Leader Jade Token, and Duanmu Qingshan’s Sword Qi would be ready to support him at any time.

Could this broken sword Elder be stronger than Duanmu Qingshan?

If that were true, the Liuyun Sword Sect would have long since dominated the Immortal Trace Mountain Range, and it wouldn’t be the Asking Immortal Sect’s turn to hold such a precious place as the Nine Immortals Mountain.

“Qingyun, you can’t stop me!” Elder Can Jian trembled with rage, hardly able to believe it.

His disciple, whom he had regarded as his own successor, a prodigy of outstanding talent, was actually slain by Ling Feng just like that—a pain as if cut to the quick!

Elder Qingyun’s forehead was dripping with sweat; indeed, he was not as strong as Elder Can Jian.

Having barely blocked a few moves, his body’s Qi-Blood was churning, running out of steam.

“Elder Qingyun, step aside.” Ling Feng stood tall and looked toward Elder Can Jian, speaking calmly, “I want to see just how this old fart intends to kill me.”

“What?” Elder Qingyun’s expression changed, wondering if the young man had gone mad?

He had slain Di Jingtian, a rare talent, an evil genius, but Elder Can Jian was in the late stage of the Pulse Condensation realm, with a flick of a finger he could easily snuff out his young life!

“Elder Qingyun, let it be, relying on him, he won’t kill me.” Ling Feng’s words resounded with authority and conviction, making people unconsciously believe him a little.

Elder Qingyun’s expression changed several times.

Seeing that some disciples had already gone to notify the other Elders, he gritted his teeth, sheathed his sword, and stepped aside.

“You little bastard, you are seeking your own death!” Elder Can Jian might not know why Ling Feng had the guts to face him directly, but could a mere Qi Condensation Realm disciple overturn the heavens?

“Old fart, I’m giving you one last piece of advice, don’t ask for trouble!”

Ling Feng’s right hand grasped the Sect Leader Jade Token hidden in his chest; as soon as this old thing made a move, Duanmu Qingshan’s Sword Qi would teach him a lesson!