The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 919: Consent Form

"Greetings to the Empress Dowager!"

All the ministers and spectators knelt in reverence, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

By the Empress Dowager's side stood a young woman whose features bore sixty percent resemblance to hers, her face veiled with a light gauze that revealed only the area above her nose.

This was none other than Yan Shuying, the Empress Dowager's beloved grandniece.

The Despicable Donkey had played its tricks on her face, leaving behind the unsightly image of a wild boar. Too ashamed to show her face, she had no choice but to conceal it.

At that moment, Yan Shuying's gaze locked onto Ling Feng, her beautiful eyes burning with hatred as if she wished to skin him alive.

Unfortunately, she had been confined by the Empress Dowager. Only after relentless pleading had she been permitted to attend today's match.

The Empress Dowager nodded slightly, her peerless elegance carrying an air of sacred grace. With the Tianbai King supporting her arm, she gracefully took her seat upon the phoenix throne, her every movement exuding noble dignity befitting the mother of the empire.

"Rise."

The Tianbai King raised his hand, his voice resonating clearly. "Today marks a grand occasion for the empire to select its finest talents. Here, there is no king nor subjects, only the ten swordsmen upon this platform!"

"Your Majesty is wise!"

The crowd echoed in unison before rising and returning to their seats.

The Empress Dowager's eyes briefly swept over Ling Feng. That he had fought his way to this stage with the Tianfeng Sword Team had exceeded her expectations.

Yet ultimate victory would undoubtedly belong to the Royal Sword Team.

After all, every member of the Royal Sword Team had reached the Spiritual Element Realm. Moreover, the strength of Xuanyuan Pozhen and the Fourth Prince Mo Yan was unfathomable.

From any angle, the Tianfeng Sword Team was doomed to lose. No matter how monstrous Ling Feng might be, he could never single-handedly reverse the inevitable.

Once Ling Feng lost his wager with Yan Jinghong, she would only need to employ both kindness and authority to extract the secrets of The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion from him.

At this thought, a glimmer of excitement flickered in the Empress Dowager's phoenix eyes.

At last, the sun hung high in the sky. It was already noon.

The host of this final showdown was Steward Li, the chief eunuch of the imperial palace. Though a eunuch, he had trained in a powerful body-strengthening technique and was said to have reached the level of a half-step Human Emperor.

"The hour has arrived. Both sword teams, take your positions."

Eunuch Li's shrill voice carried effortlessly across the arena, reaching every ear with perfect clarity.

Led by the Fourth Prince, the Royal Sword Team stepped onto the platform with utter ease. To them, whoever their opponents might be, crushing them would be a trivial matter.

Meanwhile, the Tianfeng Sword Team ascended under Vice-Captain Gong Cheng's leadership. This time, a new face appeared among their ranks.

Mu Qianxue!

In her hands gleamed a snow-white treasured sword. It was a divine weapon transformed from the black cat Ye Yi.

The audience erupted in surprise at the sight of her.

"So the Tianfeng Sword Team has replaced Xue Xiaolin as their flag keeper! Not surprising. While Xue Xiaolin's support abilities were decent, her defensive capabilities were far too weak. Against ordinary opponents, she might hold her ground, but against the Royal Sword Team? She wouldn't last a moment!"

"Who would have guessed the Tianfeng Sword Team had such a trump card hidden away? I wonder how capable this mysterious girl is?"

"Capable or not, she's no match for the Royal Sword Team. Their defeat is inevitable!"

"..."

Discussions buzzed through the crowd. Even before the match began, the atmosphere had reached a boiling point.

"What's this? Has your crippled captain's broken leg left him unable to fight?"

The Fourth Prince swept a cold gaze over the Tianfeng Sword Team, finally settling on Ling Feng. "Ling Feng, you will regret your choices!"

Ling Feng ignored him entirely. Instead, he extended his hand toward his teammates. One by one, Mu Qianxue, Jiang Xiaofan, Li Bufan, and Gong Cheng placed their palms atop his. Together, they roared with earth-shaking intensity.

"Victory is ours!"

This was the battle they had waited for far too long.

"Trash like you dares speak of victory?"

The Fourth Prince's eyes flashed with venom as he clenched his fists. "Ling Feng, your arrogance will cost you dearly!"

Yan Jinghong smirked coldly, pointing at Ling Feng with undisguised disdain. "Your Highness, may I kill him?"

"Do as you please." The Fourth Prince's expression remained indifferent. "If he refuses to serve me, then let him die."

"Your Highness is most gracious!"

Yan Jinghong tightened his grip. Never before had anyone's growth rate unsettled him, yet Ling Feng was like a thorn in his side.

In just over a year, this insignificant ant had transformed into a genuine opponent.

The thought filled him with unease. If allowed to grow further, the title of the Tianbai Empire's legendary genius might soon bear the surname Ling instead!

"Silence!"

Eunuch Li raised a delicate finger, restoring order before continuing. "As Young Master Yan Jinghong of the Royal Sword Team and Mr. Ling of the Tianfeng Sword Team have previously established a life-and-death wager, both parties must now sign the consent form. Once signed, their fates are in heaven's hands, and none may protest the outcome."

After speaking, Steward Li took out a piece of silk from his sleeve. Written on it was the content of the consent form. Under his control of elemental qi, it hovered steadily in the center of the arena.

Neither Ling Feng nor Yan Jinghong hesitated. They stepped forward, bit their fingers, and pressed their bloody prints onto the document.

"Ling Feng, I will teach you the meaning of a fate worse than death! Everything you gained from the Battlefield of the Gods and Demons will belong to me!"

As he passed Ling Feng, Yan Jinghong's eyes gleamed with ruthless killing intent.

"You? Unworthy."

Ling Feng met that predatory gaze with utter indifference, shrugging casually before returning to his team.

Whoosh!

Eunuch Li retrieved the consent form with a flick of his wrist. Nodding in approval, he announced in his thin voice, "The consent form is sealed. Let the match... begin!"

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