The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 454: The Demon Race, Never Slaves!

Ling Feng shook his head with a smile. Earlier, he had exchanged a punch with one of the demon slaves and gauged its strength. It was roughly equivalent to a demonic beast at the early stage of Spiritual Element Realm. Moreover, due to the nature of the demon race, it was even more troublesome than a demonic beast at the same level.

If it were a one-on-one fight, he might still have had a chance to win using the Heaven-Slaying Sword Art. Unfortunately, facing three demon slaves, plus Yan Jingfeng watching like a hawk from the side, was beyond what he could handle.

"Facing death, and yet you still dare to laugh!?"

Seeing the situation tipping in their favor once more, Li Muqing arrogantly stepped forward while laughing heartily. "Ling Feng, you're dead today!"

"Is that so?" Ling Feng curled his lips and snapped his fingers lightly. "Since you brought three helpers, it's not too much for me to call out one, right?"

"You have another helper?" Yan Jingfeng's eyes twitched, a bad premonition rising in his heart. He hurriedly shouted, "Demon slaves, attack him together!"

The three demon slaves' eyes glowed with a strange black-golden light. They roared towards the sky and then swung their massive fists at Ling Feng.

"Three against one is unfair, but two against three... That's more like it."

Ling Feng neither dodged nor flinched. He simply snapped his fingers, and a five-colored luminous barrier appeared in front of him. From within the barrier, the despicable donkey sprang out!

"You brat, you really treat me as your hitman!"

The despicable donkey gritted its teeth in hatred. It had been happily treasure hunting in the Five Elements Heavenly Palace, but now its good mood was completely ruined!

Yan Jingfeng and Li Muqing had thought Ling Feng was going to summon some powerful helper. When they saw him summon a black donkey, they almost burst out laughing.

A black donkey? What use can it possibly have?

"Despicable donkey, just wait and see." Ling Feng ignored the donkey's angry glare, curling his lips slightly. "Someone has been refining your demon race into demon slaves and plans to turn me into a human slave."

"What? Outrageous!"

The despicable donkey's large ears trembled wildly. Turning its head, it saw the three demon slaves charging at them with their massive fists.

Its lungs almost exploded with rage.

"How dare you refine the demon race into demon slaves!? How daring!"

With a flash of anger in its eyes, the despicable donkey kicked out with a single hoof. All three demon slaves were instantly crushed into dust and vanished under its overwhelming power.

One kick and three demon lord-level demon slaves were instantly obliterated!

Shock!

Terror!

Yan Jingfeng and Li Muqing were at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the shock of witnessing a black donkey with such terrifying strength.

What kind of donkey is this?

"Hmph! The demon race will never be slaves!"

The despicable donkey roared, and the sound waves exploded. The Sacred Demon Diagram behind Yan Jingfeng shattered into countless fragments and scattered into the air.

Spat! Yan Jingfeng, connected to the Sacred Demon Diagram with his spiritual thoughts, spat out a mouthful of blood. Watching the fragments scatter, he couldn't help but scream, "My Sacred Demon Diagram, my Sacred Demon Diagram!"

"Ridiculous, you call this trash the Sacred Demon Diagram!?"

The despicable donkey, finally showing a serious expression, coldly remarked, "A true Sacred Demon Diagram can refine both gods and demons. This garbage is an insult to the name!"

As it spoke, the despicable donkey landed on the ground, coldly staring at Yan Jingfeng with its large, white teeth gleaming. White mist puffed from its nostrils as it questioned, "Was it you who turned the demon race into demon slaves?"

Gulp. Yan Jingfeng swallowed hard, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. He didn't dare to breathe.

"N-No... it was not me, Lord Donkey, it wasn’t me! It wasn’t me!"

Li Muqing, terrified by the display of the donkey's power, dropped to his knees with a thud to kowtow and beg for mercy.

"Did I ask you?"

The despicable donkey glared at Li Muqing. In an instant, Li Muqing's head exploded like a balloon with a bang, spraying blood everywhere. His life ended in a flash.

The despicable donkey was a killing star and was known for its ruthlessness. Recently, it had restrained itself because of a pact with Ling Feng. However, against those who dared to refine the demon race into slaves, it showed no mercy.

"Demonic beasts can be killed, but never enslaved!"

The despicable donkey fixed its fierce gaze on Yan Jingfeng and said coldly, "Today, your life ends!"

Under the donkey's oppressive aura, Yan Jingfeng trembled uncontrollably. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that Ling Feng would have such a terrifying black donkey by his side.

"Black donkey, don't kill him yet. I have questions for him."

Seeing the despicable donkey brimming with killing intent, Ling Feng hurriedly landed beside it and patted its shoulder.

This was the first time Ling Feng had seen the donkey truly enraged. Perhaps this was the pride of the demon race.

"Brat, I'll give you thirty breaths!" The donkey glared at Ling Feng and snorted.

Ling Feng pursed his lips, walked over to Yan Jingfeng, and asked, "Tell me, where is The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion kept in the Yan family?"

"Do you think I’ll tell you?" Yan Jingfeng sneered. "I'll die whether I say it or not, won't I?"

"If you tell me, I'll leave your body intact."

"Dead is dead. Whether intact or not, it doesn't matter to me!" Yan Jingfeng laughed. "You'll never get the second volume of The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion, never!"

"Enough with the nonsense. Time's up!"

The despicable donkey roared, "Thirty breaths are over. Die!"

In an instant, the donkey raised its front hooves and smashed them down towards Yan Jingfeng's head.

"Fiend, how dare you?"

A thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the sky. In the next moment, a white figure flew towards them from the horizon!

It was Yan Jinghong!

Even from a considerable distance, Ling Feng felt the same terrifying pressure he had felt before.

Unlike their previous encounter in Luofeng Canyon, Ling Feng no longer had to hide. He was no longer the insignificant figure he once was.

Dressed in white, Yan Jinghong descended into the courtyard without warning. Compared to six months ago, his aura had become even more terrifying.

He was only fifteen years old!

His sword was like clear frost, and his vigor like icy essence!

Even under the donkey's imposing aura, the sharp and dangerous aura emanating from Yan Jinghong remained unaffected.

With just one look, Ling Feng realized the immense gap between himself and Yan Jinghong.

"Jinghong, save me! Save me!"

Yan Jingfeng, seeing Yan Jinghong appear, felt like he had climbed out of hell and saw a glimmer of hope.

"Finally, I've found you."

Yan Jinghong's gaze locked onto Ling Feng. He had marked Ling Feng's aura six months ago. Now, sensing it again, he immediately recognized Ling Feng.

"Little mouse, how is my Essence-Stealing Blood Pearl?" Yan Jinghong's eyes pierced into Ling Feng like swords, probing into his spirit and soul!

Ling Feng took a deep breath, unfolded the Lingtian Sword Force, and met Yan Jinghong's gaze coldly. "Giving random nicknames to people isn't a good habit!"

"Sword force?"

Yan Jinghong showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, but it quickly faded. He said calmly, "A small thief who steals others' things and only dares to hide in the shadows—what else would you call a little mouse?"