The Art of Chaotic Divinity - Chapter 270: Berserk!

Chapter 270: Berserk!

As the saying went, “When you hit someone don’t aim for the face!”

One’s face embodied their dignity, and Ling Feng not only struck He Zhongjie’s face but also proceeded to trample upon it!

Poor He Zhongjie found himself immobilized by the terrifying aura emanating from Ling Feng. His face sank into the muddy ground.

He Zhongjie’s physical pain paled in comparison to the pain the assault on his dignity brought about, making his eyes brim with fury. As the young master of the commandant of justice, he had never endured such blatant disrespect.

“Ling Feng, if you dare take my life, you are sealing your fate to be sworn enemies with the commandant of justice! You will undoubtedly meet your end! You will meet your end without a doubt!”

He Zhongjie’s wild roar filled the air, mingled with a growing sense of regret. If only he hadn’t provoked Ling Feng, he could still have retained his position as the esteemed young master of the commandant of justice and lived a life of ease. How had he ended up in such a humiliating predicament?

But it was too late for regrets now!

With Ling Feng’s foot pressing down on his face, a cold voice cut through the tense atmosphere. “You were born into privilege, with talents exceeding ordinary folks. This should have been your advantage and enabled you to become a powerful martial practitioner. Yet, you’ve wasted it all. Well, I’ll send you on your way. In your next life, remember to keep a low profile and avoid unnecessary conflicts.”

Ling Feng’s icy glare held no hint of mercy.

He Zhongjie witnessed both Ling Feng’s killing of Lei Lingyun and his Eye of Plunder.

Sparing him would only invite endless problems in the future.

Upon hearing Ling Feng’s words, He Zhongjie, already beaten to a pulp by Ling Feng, immediately displayed a profound expression of fear and pleaded, “Ling Feng, you can’t kill me! You mustn’t! I realize my mistake; I won’t breathe a word of what I’ve seen today, and I won’t trouble you again. Whatever you desire, I’ll give it to you. Just spare my dog life!”

Ling Feng’s gaze remained chillingly indifferent as he glanced at He Zhongjie and stated calmly, “I only trust that the dead can keep secrets.”

“No… No, please…”

He Zhongjie’s voice trembled with fear and unease as he beheld the vertical pupil on Ling Feng’s forehead opening once again.

A demonic hand, seemingly from the void, reached out to seize him, imprisoning him in an unyielding grip. Despite his frantic struggles, the space seemed to bind him, leaving him utterly helpless.

“No… no—!”

In the next moment, He Zhongjie’s body rapidly shriveled, transforming into a lifeless husk that collapsed limply to the ground.

All of his vital essence had been completely drained by Ling Feng.

Subsequently, Ling Feng repeated the same method on He Zhonglei, who had already fainted from fear, draining his vital essence to replenish his own true qi. Ling Feng, previously somewhat fatigued, swiftly returned to his peak condition.

As Ling Feng prepared to dispose of the three bodies, an irresistible urge to kill surged from within him. It took him quite some time to quell the restless urge for bloodshed within him.

“This is bad!”

Ling Feng’s expression subtly changed. His hands seemed to lose control, and within him, an insatiable craving for bloodshed lingered.

A craving for savage, unrelenting slaughter!

The Slaughterous Sword Will, already the most ferocious of sword wills, was further fueled by the negative emotions induced by the Eye of Plunder, making his desire for slaughter uncontrollable.

“Ah…!

”

Ling Feng’s cry echoed through the air as he raised the Eradicator of Realms high. It shimmered with a menacing dual-toned glow of red and blue and unleashed a devastating wave of swordlight that ravaged everything in its path.

Zifeng quivered in terror at Ling Feng’s fearsome visage, swiftly morphing into a ball of purple light and fleeing far away, fearful of being caught in the destructive onslaught.

“Damn it…”

All of a sudden, Ling Feng felt cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

With clenched fists and bulging veins, Ling Feng gritted his teeth, exerting every ounce of effort to restrain the overwhelming urge to kill.

Swiftly, he retracted the Eye of Plunder, sat in a cross-legged position, and concentrated his mind, trying to avoid thinking any stray thoughts.

After a prolonged moment of time…

“Phew…”

Ling Feng released a long breath, his clothes drenched in sweat.

The sensation of the murderous intent consuming his mind felt eerily similar to when the Asura’s eye was activated.

“It seems I can’t use the Eye of Plunder continuously in the future. Otherwise, sooner or later, I’ll lose control and become a murderous demon.”

Ling Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling overwhelmed by the fear of losing control and inadvertently harming his friends.

Zifeng, who had kept a safe distance, cautiously approached as Ling Feng’s aura settled. “Master, are you awake?” Zifeng called out cautiously.

Turning to face Zifeng, Ling Feng observed the young one’s face, which bore an expression of fear. Huddled behind a large rock, Zifeng timidly peeked out.

“I’m sorry, Zifeng.”

Ling Feng apologized with a bitter smile. This wasn’t the first time he had lost control, but previously, it had only occurred when he activated the Asura’s Eye. This time, however, it was due to the repeated use of the Eye of Plunder.

Witnessing Ling Feng’s gaze soften, Zifeng rushed over in three steps and threw himself into Ling Feng’s arms while sobbing uncontrollably. “Master, you frightened me! I thought you were going to kill me too.”

During Ling Feng’s rampage, his overwhelming aura had sent creatures fleeing for miles around. It was as if a ferocious monster had invaded the mountain.

“It’s all over now.”

Ling Feng comforted Zifeng, though a tinge of concern remained in his heart.

It seems that he should prioritize retrieving the second volume of The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion from the Yan family in the Eastern Capital at the earliest opportunity.

According to the records in the first volume, The Art of Chaotic Divinity, the second volume likely held the key to unraveling the mystery to his identity and mastering control over the Asura’s Eye.

He believed his recent rampage wasn’t solely triggered by the Eye of Plunder. Fundamentally, it was the terrifying power latent within himself due to the Eye of Plunder. Thus, he might still lose control when exposed to violence, making it crucial to acquire the means of control.

“Master, what exactly happened to you?” Zifeng gazed up at Ling Feng, cautiously inquiring.

“I’m not entirely sure myself. I’ll just have to be more careful not to overuse the Eye of Plunder in the future,” Ling Feng replied with a faint smile, reaching out to pat Zifeng’s head gently. “Zifeng, thank you for standing up to those guys earlier when I was meditating.”

“Hehe, well, I’m pretty strong too, you know?” Zifeng couldn’t resist a bit of praise. Give it a few compliments, and its butt would stick up to the skies.

“Yes, yes, you really saved the day this time,” Ling Feng acknowledged as he hoisted Zifeng onto his shoulder, and then surveyed the three corpses.

Though their bodies are lifeless, the loot they carried…

Well, it would be a waste not to seize it!