Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique-Chapter 1469 - 1470: No Need to Spare My Feelings! (Fourth Update)

Chapter 1469: Chapter 1470: No Need to Spare My Feelings! (Fourth Update)

"Damn it!"

Druck furrowed his brows deeply. Even though his strength was considered top-notch among the Initial Stage Emperors, there was still a significant gap compared to powerhouses of the Heavenly Kill Ten Extremes level.

They had agreed long ago that, even if they failed, they could just deny it, but this was based on having the ability to do so.

Now, Ling Feng had already snatched three Bloodthirsty Soul Chasing Arrows and safely escaped back to the Hall of Conquest’s camp. With "Wind Extreme" Song Feilian there, trying to recover those three Soul Chasing Arrows would be as hard as reaching the sky.

With Song Feilian guarding, even though Druck was trembling with anger, he could only swallow his pride.

No choice since he couldn’t defeat Song Feilian!

Meanwhile, Claire had been kicked by Ling Feng into the Hall of Conquest’s camp, leading to quite a miserable outcome.

The disciples of the Hall of Conquest were initially stunned, then they erupted into a tremendously exhilarating cheer.

"Haha, nicely done!"

"Junior Brother Ling, you’re truly a talent!"

Of course, quite a few people, full of anger, surrounded Claire. That guy had done unforgivable things to many of their female companions before. Now, it was time for an eye for an eye!

Ling Feng landed lightly on the ground, glanced at the angry crowd, shrugged, and said indifferently, "Do whatever you want, no need to hold back on my account!"

With Ling Feng’s words, the disciples of the Hall of Conquest immediately turned red-eyed and began a frenzied beating on the already one-armed Claire.

"You beast, I’ll cripple you!"

"Bastard, scum! Everyone should punish you!"

"..."

The angry crowd, each one of them put all their strength into landing blows, delivering a furious beating that left Claire with a bruised and swollen face, bereft of any color.

Claire, who was already dragged by Ling Feng and had a great loss of Primordial Qi, was now getting such a beating with painful consequences.

Initially, he could still violently curse, then repeatedly beg for mercy, and in the end, he was beaten to the point where he could no longer speak.

This scum, who had made countless enemies, whenever anyone heard of his despicable acts towards the female disciples of the Hall of Conquest, they would hate him enough to wish they could tear him to pieces.

"Hahaha... Claire! You damn bastard, your day has come!"

The crowd parted, and Yuan Ling, his hair angered to stand up, rushed in, still holding the barely conscious Yan Wufeng.

"Junior Brother Wufeng, I’m here to avenge you! And for Junior Sister Yeu Ling, I will avenge you today!"

Yuan Ling handed Yan Wufeng to a disciple nearby, jumped up, and fell from above, landing heavily on Claire’s crotch with a "crack" sound.

"Ah!"

Another scream like a slaughtered pig, Claire, who was already near death, could do nothing but twitch all over in cold sweat as he bounced off the ground after receiving this ’cut-off his descendants’ move.

His lower body was trampled into a mess, with blood gushing out. It’s probably useless for the rest of his life.

However, no one considered this cruel. For someone who torments women ruthlessly, only such punishment suits their deeds.

"This is not enough!"

One disciple after another rushed forward, kicking that guy’s crotch a few times without a word.

After a full seven and a half minutes, Claire lay nearly lifeless on the ground, and even if there were any miraculous healing techniques, it might not save his manhood.

Ruined, utterly ruined, he had turned into a waste of flesh!

There’s a kind of pain that just looks painful!

Even Ling Feng, standing at a distance, could feel a chill down his spine.

After all, the Hunting Battlefield hadn’t officially started yet. Despite their anger, people had not killed Claire completely, but for someone so lustful, losing his manhood was probably a fate worse than death.

"Junior Brother Ling, thank you!"

Yuan Ling, supporting the barely conscious Yan Wufeng, walked over to Ling Feng and gave him a deep bow.

While they couldn’t kill Claire, in some sense, Sun Yuling’s revenge was served.

The other seasoned elite disciples who had calmed down reevaluated Ling Feng. Regardless, taking three Bloodthirsty Soul Chasing Arrows by himself from the Hall of Conquest, is a great credit!

"No need to be so polite."

Ling Feng helped Yuan Ling up. He admired those bound by strong friendships and righteousness.

"Since everyone has had their fill, it’s time to return this barbarian to the other side to avoid being accused of breaking the rules."

Ling Feng glanced at Claire, who lay in a bloody mess with hardly any intact flesh on his body.

Ah, that’s why it pays to keep a low profile in life. Do too many bad things, and you’re bound to run into trouble!

Frowning a bit, Ling Feng picked Claire up and threw him fiercely to the other side, not forgetting to punch his Dantian hard as he let him go.

It’s true what they say about pulling weeds, roots and all. Claire might have been an Emperor Strong, if he wanted revenge, it would be impossible to guard against.

Crippling his Dantian was the safest solution.

The surrounding disciples of the Hall of Conquest all twitched, this "little junior brother", though young, was indeed ruthless! 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

In the high air, Song Feilian nodded slightly, using the wind to toss Claire back into the Barbarian Clan’s camp.

Druck was trembling with rage, seeing Claire near death, his Dantian destroyed, and manhood ruined, whether or not his life was spared made little difference.

But what infuriated him was that the three Bloodthirsty Soul Chasing Arrows had been lost!

"You bastards, we clearly agreed to not kill, yet you hit so hard?"

Druck glared at Song Feilian, gritting his teeth: "Do you want to tear up the agreement and start a war here?"

"Hey!"

Before Song Feilian could respond, Ling Feng flew into the air, grinning, "What do you mean by hitting hard? Is that guy dead? Didn’t someone just say if you’re a failure, don’t put the blame on others. Now that he can’t match us, how we punish him is none of your business?"

"You!"

Druck was choked, unable to speak. Ling Feng’s words were Claire’s own, earlier he nearly kicked Yan Wufeng’s neck. Now, with the same words returned, Druck had no comeback.

"Bastards, no matter how hard you hit, you must give an explanation! Return my Bloodthirsty Soul Chasing Arrows, and I won’t pursue this any further!"

Druck couldn’t out-talk Ling Feng and resorted to pressure. The warriors of the Barbarian Clan and the demons behind him shouted angrily, even alarming the high-ups on both sides.

"Damn it, such shamelessness, clearly lost and still refusing to admit it!"

"You filthy dogs! It was you who struck first!"

"A bunch of uncivilized barbarians, they’re no different from demons!"

"Damned humans, do you want a war?" A demon clan genius yelled angrily when hearing demons cursed.

"Let’s fight, since we’re going to fight in the Hunting Battlefield anyway, let’s do it today, our Hall of Conquest fears you not!"

The fervor on both sides mounted, the uproar becoming uncontrollable...