Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"Losers have no right to ask questions. From now on, I'll ask and you answer. I hope you can cooperate a bit, after all, I'm not the kind of person who likes to destroy beauty!"

Ling Feng's fingers, cold as iron, gripped Hun Qi's slender throat.

Hunqi lay supine in the rubble pit, her gray-white dress torn and stained with dirt and grime, making her look utterly wretched.

But her eyes remained fixed on Ling Feng, filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"Pooh!"

She struggled and spat at Ling Feng. The grayish-white blood foam, mixed with the power of annihilation, was easily blocked by the chaotic light shield that automatically appeared on Ling Feng's body, turning into green smoke with a hissing sound.

“You damned Star Hunter… scum! You won’t get… anything… from me…”

The sound of a soul wailing was squeezed out from between his teeth, hoarse and intermittent, yet unusually resolute.

Ling Feng raised an eyebrow, not surprised.

After all, he is the seventh most powerful being, so it's normal for him to have some backbone.

"Is that so?"

Ling Feng smiled, a faint smile, yet it sent a chill down Hun Qi's spine for no apparent reason.

He slowly raised his free left hand, and in an instant, one spiritual singularity after another began to condense wildly.

"Haven't you been trying to 'give me gifts' all along? Going to great lengths just to get me more of the Jadeite..."

Ling Feng's gaze slowly fell on Hun Qi, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"I appreciate this generous gift. However, the quality of the Death Jade of those lower-level Darkborn is ultimately inferior. As the Seventh Death Fiend, you have a noble status and can control hundreds of Darkborn with ease. Tsk tsk, let me think, if the Death Jade formed after your death were to be formed, its quality would surely be much higher, wouldn't it?"

As she spoke, a spiritual singularity condensed into a short blade. The tip of the blade pressed down slightly, piercing the skin on Hunqi's forehead. A trickle of grayish-white blood slowly slid down her nose.

Hunqi's body trembled violently.

She could clearly feel the terrifying power contained within that short blade.

Within that chaotic power, there was also a peculiar devouring force.

She had no doubt that the person before her could completely refine the jade she had condensed.

"You...you want to kill me and take the Death Jade?"

Hunqi's voice trembled, and even his body trembled slightly.

"if not?"

Ling Feng tilted his head, his eyes mocking, "What's the point of keeping something useless to me?"

As he spoke, his gaze began to sweep over Hunqi, who was pinned beneath him.

I must say, this woman does have a pretty good figure.

However, since it was just a Darkborn from a dead star, Ling Feng had no interest in it.

"I!" Hun Qi gritted her teeth and glared at Ling Feng, blurting out, "You...you don't want to know our plan?"

"Yes I do."

Ling Feng shrugged. "You didn't want to talk about it, did you? After I refine your Death Jade, I'll go find that Shadow Weaver. I think he won't be so stubborn then."

"No! He's more stubborn than me!"

Soul Cry was clearly panicking. "That guy is smelly and hard, I... I'll cooperate with you, okay?!"

"Oh?"

Ling Feng raised an eyebrow and smiled, stopping the short blade in his hand, but still pressing it against Hun Qi's forehead. "I thought you were some kind of hero!"

"I'm just a woman, how can I be considered a hero?"

Hunqi bit her lip. Since being forceful didn't work, she could only start to feign weakness. Her voice softened, and she looked pitiful. "Grey Ape, I've been your master for a few days now. You really don't know how to cherish a woman!"

"I pity you, you mudhead!"

Ling Feng slapped him again, "Stop being a jerk. Someone like you, trying to seduce me?"

After all, he's a father now, and Ling Feng is no longer the naive young man he once was.

Hunqi was so badly slapped by Ling Feng that he saw stars. He could only abandon his pitiful posture, grit his teeth and glare at Ling Feng, but dared not say another word.

Ling Feng nodded in satisfaction. "If your answer satisfies me, perhaps I can consider... sparing your life."

He paused, his gaze sharpening, and said in a deep voice, "Speak! Why did you deliberately send me the Death Jade? What is your purpose in doing so? Also, how did your so-called Lord know that I would enter the Creation Realm? Speak!"

"You're asking so many questions at once, how am I supposed to answer them all?!"

Snapped!
Before he could finish speaking, a slap landed squarely on his face.

"you!"

Hunqi glared fiercely at Ling Feng, but was rendered speechless by an even fiercer glare from Ling Feng.

"Fine, I'll say it!"

She could only grumble, "It was...it was the Lord, the Lord of the Abyss, who reached a cooperation agreement with the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon from the outside world."

Soul Cry's voice was low, filled with humiliation and resentment, "The Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon told the Lord that soon, a 'special' Star Hunter will be sent to the Creation Realm. This Star Hunter possesses the aura of the Creation God and is the only one who might be able to refine the remaining aura of the Creation God deep within the Spirit Abyss."

It really is the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon?!
Ling Feng's gaze sharpened slightly, but his expression remained unchanged, signaling her to continue.

"The Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon told the Venerable Lord that as long as we can assist this Star Hunter within the Creation Realm Spirit Realm and help him improve his strength as soon as possible, he will be able to refine the remaining Creation God's Breath beneath the Spirit Abyss."

"So it sounds like I'm the one who benefits?"

Ling Feng glared at Hun Qi, "Tell me, what benefit would it bring you if I refined the Creation God's Breath?"

Soul Cry gritted his teeth, "The Breath of Creation is the core of the 'purification' power that maintains the Creation Realm. Once it is refined, the foundation of the Creation Realm will be shaken, and for us Darkborn of the Dead Star, the power of purification and sealing will completely disappear. At that time, we will be able to easily leave the Creation Realm and directly enter the World Sea."

"Oh?"

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched. "So you did all this just to leave? What about the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon? What will it gain?"

"How should I know? Go ask that guy yourself!"

Soul Cry, his eyes red, almost roared, "All I know is that once the Spirit Realm of Creation collapses, the suppressive power of the Pillars of Creation will be greatly weakened, and we, the Darkborn Overlords trapped within the Spirit Realm, will have the opportunity to break through the seal of the Pillars of Creation!"

Ling Feng listened in silence, his mind racing.

Hunqi's words were basically consistent with his previous guesses.

The person behind this was indeed the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon.

And the myna bird was probably kept in the dark by the ancient ancestral spirit dragon.

But why did the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon do this? Was it to release the Dark Descendants of the Death Star?
That's obviously unlikely.

He was an innate beast spirit created by the God of Creation, a spirit pet-like existence. Since the God of Creation personally suppressed the Darkborn of the Dead Star, he had no reason to want to release these Darkborn of the Dead Star.

This is of no benefit to the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon either.

If I were to follow their plan and grow step by step, eventually absorbing and refining the divine energy of creation within the Creation Realm, would I become the culprit who released the Darkborn of the Dead Star? And once the Darkborn of the Dead Star breaks free, wouldn't the Star Hunter Clan and the entire World Sea face a catastrophe?
and so……

Do I really have to do this?

Ling Feng was somewhat bewildered.

He just wanted to return to the world of miracles, get rid of Taiyi, this big problem, and let his companions live in peace.

But the price of doing so would be the destruction of the adoptive father's entire race, and even the entire world sea.
Once the World Ocean falls into the control of the Darkin, the only outcome will be destruction.

What should I do?
No, all of this is based on the premise that what Soul Cry said is true.

Does absorbing the Creator God's breath truly amount to completely destroying the Creator Realm?
Just as Ling Feng was still deep in thought, the tear stains in Hun Qi's eyes suddenly flashed, followed by an unprecedented dark light!
A soul spike, condensed to its extreme and filled with the power of annihilation, pierced straight towards Ling Feng's brow and sea of ​​consciousness!
All her previous show of weakness and compromise were for this moment!
She planned to launch a soul attack while Ling Feng was distracted and his mind was in chaos. If she could severely damage Ling Feng's soul, she could take the opportunity to escape!
And this is Soul Cry's last stand!
"Soul-Devouring Thrust!"

Hunqi roared in his heart, throwing all his remaining soul power at the last hurdle!
however--

Ding!
A soft sound, like the clinking of gold and jade, suddenly rang out in front of Ling Feng's brow.

The invisible spiritual spike struck an invisible yet indestructible spiritual barrier, instantly shattering into countless points of light that vanished without a trace.

Ling Feng's sea of ​​consciousness was now surrounded by a faint light barrier that emanated from chaotic energy and ancestral power.

"Hmph, I was prepared for this."

Ling Feng's voice carried a hint of mockery, "From the moment I grabbed your neck, you've been stalling for time, secretly gathering your strength to launch a sneak attack, haven't you? Did you really think I would be completely unprepared?"

Soul Cry's expression froze completely, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes dimmed, leaving only boundless despair.

Damn it, why is this guy being so cautious!
"It seems you really don't want to cooperate properly."

Ling Feng shook his head, seemingly somewhat regretful, "What you just said, was it also a lie?"

"No! I'm not lying to you! Absolutely not!"

Soul Cry finally panicked, and she pleaded in a shrill voice, "Everything I said is true, at least that's what the Lord told me! I did ambush you just now, but it was because I was afraid you would go back on your word. I... what's wrong with me protecting myself!"

"You really are..."

Ling Feng shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Even at a time like this, this woman could still be so self-righteous.

but……

She does indeed have some use.

Ling Feng looked Hun Qi up and down; her abilities were quite impressive.

"really!"

Seeing Ling Feng staring at her chest, Hunqi gritted her teeth, a hint of humiliation flashing in her eyes, but she still nodded and said, "Come on, come on, unleash your bestial desires!"

As he spoke, he simply puffed out his chest, looking resigned to his fate.

"I sent it..."

Ling Feng's lips twitched a few times, and he slapped him hard across the face again. "Get out of here!"

Hunqi could only look at Ling Feng with a pitiful expression, cursing inwardly: I want to leave, but you won't let me...

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment, then a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

This woman is indeed still useful.

It's like killing a hen that lays eggs to get the eggs; wouldn't that be a waste?

However, this woman is cunning and treacherous, so we need to use some methods to completely control her.

Thinking of this, he raised his left hand, palm up.

With a thought, the two ancestral meridians within his body suddenly began to operate, and a massive amount of chaotic origin surged out, frantically compressing and condensing above his palm.

One, two, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand...

Spirit singularities emerged like stars, colliding and merging with each other.

After a full quarter of an hour, Ling Feng finally condensed a full eight hundred perfect spiritual singularities, and then looked at Hunqi with a half-smile.

"What...what do you want to do?"

Eight million spiritual singularities! In her current state, if she were engulfed by such a terrifying singularity explosion, she would probably be reduced to ashes.

Ling Feng snorted lightly, "You like to plant soul imprints on me, so I'll get you some good stuff in return. This is called giving someone a taste of their own medicine."

"No! I don't want to! You can't—uh!!!"

The wailing screams of the soul abruptly ceased.

Ling Feng didn't allow her to resist at all. With a press of his left hand, one spiritual singularity after another, like a torrent, began to pour into Hunqi's divine soul essence from between her eyebrows.

Chi Chi Chi!
Countless spiritual singularities surged and collided, beginning to recombine within Hunqi's soul, gradually transforming into a chaotic mark.

A chaotic mark fused with the singularities of eight million spiritual energies could be detonated instantly by Ling Feng with a single thought, instantly killing Hunqi.

"No...no more, that's too much, I can't take it anymore! Ah!—"

The whole process lasted for nearly half an hour.

Ling Feng then stood up with satisfaction. The Chaos Mark had also fully formed deep within Hunqi's soul.

Hunqi collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, her eyes filled with numbness.

How are you feeling?

Ling Feng took two steps back, transformed back into his three-eyed giant ape form, and looked at her with a leisurely air.

Hunqi slowly propped himself up, glaring fiercely at Ling Feng, "You'll die a horrible death! You actually planted so many spiritual singularities in me!"

"Then you'd better pray that I live long enough, because before I die, you'll explode with a bang."

Ling Feng didn't take it seriously. "Now, your life is in my hands. If you want to live, you'd better behave. Come on, call me master."

Hunqi gritted his teeth, his pale lips bleeding from being bitten.

That bastard is too clever. He pretended to be under his control before, and didn't want to call him "master," so he pretended he couldn't speak!
Damn it, I'm losing money hand over fist!

But in the end, under Ling Feng's oppressive power, he still managed to squeeze out a "Master!" through gritted teeth.

Ling Feng nodded in satisfaction: "Very good. Now, I need you to do the first thing for me."

"what's up?"

"Weren't you ordered by Lord Mingyuan to present me with the Death Jade? Now, continue doing what you were doing before."

Soul Cry was taken aback: "What... continue?"

“Control those lower-ranking Darkborn, one by one, line them up and come before me to die.”

Ling Feng's lips curled into a slight smile. "I'll accept any of their jade fragments!"

This was Ling Feng's purpose in keeping the Soul Cry. The hen that laid the eggs was right in front of him; why would he need to search for them elsewhere? (End of Chapter)