The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 703: Flying-Immortal Sword-Controlling Art

"You're not the first to say those words, but everyone who said them before... all died by my hand!"

Ling Feng instantly drew the Eradicator of Realms, still carrying Tuoba Yan on his shoulder, which prevented him from fully focusing on his opponent.

"Hehe, how amusing. On the brink of death, and you're still interested in making jokes!"

Shen Lang's gaze turned icy as he looked at Ling Feng. "You've already taken enough of the treasures outside; you shouldn't be so greedy as to set your sights on the Divine Desolation Treasure Box. Its mysteries are beyond what an ordinary mortal like you can decipher. This is your last chance. Either hand over the treasure box... or die!"

"So that box is called the Divine Desolation Treasure Box," Ling Feng muttered to himself, memorizing the name. He raised his head to look at Shen Lang, smirking coldly, "I'm a mere mortal? And what about you? Don't flatter yourself by being above me!"

"Besides, you're smart, but I'm no fool. If I survive, there's a high chance the information of the treasure box being in your possession will spread. If I were you, I wouldn't spare anyone who knows this secret, would you?"

Ling Feng's grin grew wider.

"You're as cunning as I expected; it seems we're quite similar. But that only makes it all the more necessary for me to get rid of you!"

Shen Lang opened his gourd, took a long swig, and then sprayed it onto his sword blade. With a sweeping motion, he unleashed the "Curse of the Wine God!"

He was a lion pouncing on a rabbit, using his full strength against an opponent weaker than himself.

Ling Feng panicked. It seemed there was no time to wait for Feng Yan to regain consciousness. Without hesitation, he unleashed his movement art, fleeing the scene as fast as he could.

"You think you can escape? Flying-Immortal Sword-Controlling Art!"

With a mocking laugh, Shen Lang launched his sword with a sharp "whoosh" and stepped onto its blade, accelerating to a speed that was almost beyond comprehension as he closed in on Ling Feng from behind.

"Damn it!"

Ling Feng pushed the Boundless Sword Steps to the limit, looking back to see Shen Lang flying on his sword, moving even faster than his own technique.

"You won't escape!"

Shen Lang laughed triumphantly, knowing that at his speed, it wouldn't take long for the Divine Desolation Treasure Box, which Ling Feng had taken from the scripture depository, to fall into his hands.

In fact, he intentionally slowed his pace to exhaust Ling Feng's true qi. At this rate, Ling Feng was destined for death.

Still, Shen Lang couldn't help but wonder why, even in a life-or-death situation, Ling Feng continued to carry that woman. Was he a sentimental fool or just lust-driven?

Ling Feng took a deep breath, clearing his mind, realizing Shen Lang was deliberately draining his true qi, forcing him into a corner.

However, Shen Lang was too naive.

He didn't know that Ling Feng possessed an extraordinary skill—the ability to copy martial skills!

As Shen Lang chased him, Ling Feng had gradually figured out the intricacies of the Flying-Immortal Sword-Controlling Art.

Finally, after Shen Lang had been pursuing Ling Feng for about a quarter of an hour, Ling Feng let out a sharp cry and threw out the Eradicator of Realms. "Flying-Immortal Sword-Controlling Art!"

Incredibly, Ling Feng also stepped onto the Eradicator of Realms. With a single "whoosh,

"What?"

Shen Lang's eyes nearly popped out, looking at Ling Feng in utter disbelief.

Mastering the Flying-Immortal Sword-Controlling Art required synchronizing with one's sword, achieving a state of unity between mind and blade. Shen Lang had spent half a year training with the Wine God Sword Dao before he barely succeeded.

Yet Ling Feng had mastered the technique in a mere quarter of an hour!

What Shen Lang didn't realize was that Ling Feng's Eradicator of Realms was a heavenly weapon summoned by his Human Dao Eye, fundamentally an extension of himself. There was no need for mind-blade unity—it was simply man and sword as one, indistinguishable!

Thus, as Ling Feng unlocked the secrets of the technique, he reached a level of mastery and ease that even surpassed Shen Lang.

"Damn it!"

Shen Lang cursed under his breath, accelerating his pursuit. Due to Ling Feng's cultivation being inferior, and he was carrying Tuoba Yan, Shen Lang was gradually closing the gap.

Eventually, the woman on Ling Feng's shoulder coughed softly, waking up.

She was particularly skilled in illusion techniques, so the depth of the illusion she had been trapped in was minimal. Besides, the pressure of Ling Feng's shoulder against her stomach was more than enough to rouse her.

"Ugh!"

Tuoba Yan winced in pain, realizing that she was being carried on Ling Feng's shoulder in a desperate flight. She frowned, gritting her teeth, and asked, "Ling Feng, what's going on?"

"You're awake?"

Ling Feng, still carrying Tuoba Yan, replied quickly, "This isn't the time to explain! Can you fly on your own?"

Tuoba Yan formed a hand seal, and a pair of pale purple wings sprouted from her back. She leapt from Ling Feng's shoulder, only to find that she couldn't quite keep up with him.

Rubbing her sore stomach, Tuoba Yan glanced around and noticed a man in black chasing after Ling Feng with relentless ferocity.

Tuoba Yan's mind was sharp. Even without an explanation from Ling Feng, she quickly pieced things together.

With Ling Feng's strength, he couldn't fight someone like Shen Lang while carrying her.

And yet, even in such a dangerous situation, he hadn't abandoned her...

Gritting her teeth, Tuoba Yan felt a touch of warmth in her heart. Still, she scolded, "You fool! Why didn't you just leave me?"

"Not sure why."

Ling Feng shrugged. Seeing Shen Lang closing in from behind, he quickly grabbed Tuoba Yan's wrist, picking up speed, and said, "Maybe I've just gotten used to having you around."

"What?!"

Tuoba Yan's face flushed slightly as Ling Feng's grip tightened around her wrist.

After a moment of silence, she looked back and spoke in a serious tone, "Ling Feng, this isn't working! That guy is faster than us. If we can't outrun him, then we should turn and fight! Together, we might stand a chance!"

"Hehe, I've been waiting for you to say that!"

Ling Feng halted the Eradicator of Realms.

The past was the past; the present was now. Tuoba Yan's strength was no small matter.

Since she was ready to fight, what did he have to fear?

Together with Tuoba Yan, they could take on Shen Lang, and even his Wine God Sword Dao might not give him much advantage.

Shen Lang wanted to kill him for the Divine Desolation Treasure Box, but Ling Feng intended to kill him to keep the secret from spreading.

And perhaps, he might even learn something valuable about the treasure box from Shen Lang.