The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 1552: The Final Curse

"Hiss!"

The surrounding ministers watching the battle all felt their scalps go numb. Yan Jinghong was already powerful enough to crush the entire empire, yet Ling Feng's strength was actually far above even Yan Jinghong's.

Just how powerful had Ling Feng become?

"Mr. Ling..."

Yue Yunlan clenched her fists tightly, her eyes shining with excitement. This was a true expert. An invincible expert.

In contrast, the members of the Yan clan, the elders and relatives, all turned pale. Yan Jinghong's defeat meant that the entire Yan clan would likely be branded as traitors.

"Grandma Empress Dowager... Jinghong... he lost?"

Yan Shuying's eyes were filled with disbelief. From the beginning, she had sensed that Ling Feng would not be easily subdued, but no one could have expected the situation to reverse so quickly. Now Ling Feng had completely crushed Yan Jinghong under his foot.

"It's over... everything is over..."

Yan Shuying felt all strength leave her body. Once Jingwang entered the imperial capital in the future, the fate of the Yan clan would be miserable.

Within the crowd, a figure quietly retreated. It was the Blood Sword Heavenly Lord, Li Qingling.

If he did not run now, once Ling Feng reacted, he would be the next one in trouble.

...

"Hmph!"

Ling Feng stepped on Yan Jinghong's chest and throat, staring coldly into his eyes as he said in a chilling voice, "Yan Jinghong, before you die, do you have any last words?"

"Hahahaha..."

Yan Jinghong instead burst into loud laughter. He coughed blood as he laughed wildly. "Ling Feng, do you really think you've won? You think this means you defeated me? Let me tell you, even if I die, you will destroy everything for me. The entire empire. Everyone. Everyone will be buried with me!"

"You're insane. Even now, you're still talking nonsense?"

Ling Feng's eyes turned cold as he pressed down harder, crushing Yan Jinghong's chest inward.

"Hahaha! Nonsense? Ling Feng, you absorbed so much demonic miasma. Do you really think there would be no consequences? Now my demonic blood is all over you. You cannot escape my curse!"

Yan Jinghong's face twisted into a vicious expression. His resentful eyes locked onto Ling Feng as the blood all over his body suddenly shot toward Ling Feng like it had gone mad.

The moment the blood landed on Ling Feng's body, it seeped into his skin automatically. A burning sensation rose from deep within his heart. In the next moment, his head felt like it was on fire and his whole body trembled violently. It felt as if some power was trying to force open his Asura's Eye.

Not good!

Ling Feng's heart sank. Earlier, in order to save the hostages, he had absorbed all the demonic miasma from their bodies. Thanks to the strength of the Chaotic Body, he had completely refined and neutralized the miasma.

However, traces of evil thoughts still remained and had merged into his sea of mind.

Originally, Ling Feng's spiritual power and strong will were enough to suppress those evil thoughts. But after Yan Jinghong's demonic blood seeped into his body, it began to stimulate those evil thoughts continuously. On top of that, Ling Feng's bloodline already contained the Asura power that ruled over slaughter.

Once the evil thoughts erupted and the Asura's Eye opened, then just as Yan Jinghong said, he would begin killing endlessly until everyone in the empire was slaughtered.

"No... no..."

Ling Feng grabbed his head tightly, trying to stay conscious. But Yan Jinghong's demonic blood began seeping out from inside his body, transforming into black inscriptions that circled and coiled around him.

Ling Feng's entire body trembled. On his forehead, the Asura's Eye had already begun to appear faintly.

"Ling Feng, you cannot escape my curse! Even if I die, you will become a monster that loses control. Hahaha!"

Yan Jinghong laughed madly, his face filled with vicious hatred. Around him, rolling demonic qi gathered into an extremely ugly and ferocious face that stared at Ling Feng and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Ling Feng, this is my ultimate curse. Kill. Slaughter as much as you want. Hahaha! You cannot save anyone. No one can be saved! Hahahaha!"

In the distance, the watching ministers were completely stunned. Ling Feng had clearly held absolute advantage, but suddenly he seemed to be in great pain.

"Wha... what's happening?"

One minister rubbed his eyes hard. "Am I seeing things? Why do I feel like Ling Feng's body is... getting bigger?"

"You're not seeing wrong. He really is getting bigger. Oh heavens, he's turning into a monster!"

Just as the ministers saw, the chaotic blood within Ling Feng was fully activated and out of control. He had already transformed into the Chaotic True Form.

His body began to expand rapidly. In just a few blinks, he grew from a normal human into a giant ape as large as a palace, covered entirely in golden fur.

"Heavens... that face... it's Lin Canglang!"

Li Qingling, who had been quietly retreating, suddenly stopped when he saw the demonic face formed by Yan Jinghong's demonic qi. That ferocious face clearly belonged to Lin Canglang.

"No wonder Yan Jinghong's demonic art was identical to Lin Canglang's. No wonder his behavior and ambition were so similar. So this kid was actually taken over by Lin Canglang!"

Li Qingling's eyelids twitched violently, then he shook his head again. "No, not exactly a body takeover. The Yan brat was still the dominant one, but his mind was heavily influenced by Lin Canglang. Lin Canglang, you really are something. You tried to take someone's body and almost got devoured instead. Still, your life is really tough. You still didn't die completely."

Li Qingling took a deep breath. Feeling the increasingly violent and terrifying aura coming from Ling Feng, he continued retreating without stopping.

This place was not somewhere to stay for long.

"ROAR!"

Ling Feng's cries of pain had already turned into beast-like roars. Beneath his feet, Yan Jinghong and the stone tiles shattered inch by inch, completely unable to withstand his massive body.

On the giant ape's forehead, the Asura's Eye flickered in and out of existence, as if it would fully open at any moment.

Once the Asura's Eye fully opened, there would be no turning back. His ferocity would completely erupt, and what followed would be a river of blood.

And this time, he would completely lose control. Unless he died from exhaustion, he would likely never return to normal again.

"Run... leave now!!!"

Ling Feng guarded the last trace of clarity in his mind and let out a furious roar. The violent sound waves swept outward.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, it was like tens of thousands of tons of explosives detonated at once. With Ling Feng at the center, everything within a hundred zhang exploded apart. Dust and debris filled the sky, followed by violent shaking like a massive earthquake.

The once magnificent golden palaces had all been blasted into ruins. The ground beneath Ling Feng collapsed deeply, forming a massive pit dozens of zhang deep.

In the next moment, the ministers, guards, and palace maids who were still in shock all began running in panic. The violent aura radiating from Ling Feng had already spread across the entire imperial city, and even the entire imperial capital.