Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 60 - 60 060 A Rage-Fueled Murder!

60: Chapter 060: A Rage-Fueled Murder!

60: Chapter 060: A Rage-Fueled Murder!

“You!” Jiang Wanqing’s face turned a shade of green with rage, her delicate body trembling slightly.

That Yan An was a beast in human clothing!

“What’s wrong?

My little sister Wanqing, have you decided yet?”

Yan An began to chuckle with a heh-heh, his thieving eyes sizing up Jiang Wanqing, clicking his tongue in appreciation every now and then; one didn’t have to guess to know the filthy thoughts in his head.

Among the crowd, Su Hongxiu timidly hid behind a tall male disciple, terrified of being targeted by this fellow.

“How outrageous, just because his cousin is Yaan Jinghong, does that mean he can do whatever he wants here?

He’s not Yaan Jinghong!”

A disciple from Asking Immortal Sect muttered under his breath, feeling somewhat indignant, but not daring to step forward even half a step.

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down; even if Yan An wasn’t as prominent as Yaan Jinghong, he was still a scion of the Eastern Capital Yan Family.

A mere disciple from Asking Immortal Sect couldn’t afford to offend this young master.

“Tsks tsks tsks, you’re taking a bit long to decide, aren’t you, little sister Wanqing?” Yan An leered shamelessly, licking his tongue again and saying, “Then this young master will raise the stakes.

If you don’t want all these brothers and junior sisters around you to die, just obediently come with me!”

This was clearly another heavy blow, weighing down heavily on Jiang Wanqing’s heart and leaving her gasping for breath.

He was threatening her into submission with the lives of others!

“This…

this has nothing to do with me!” A disciple’s legs gave out as the room seemed to spin, “I…

I don’t want to die!”

“Jiang…

Senior Sister Jiang, maybe you should…

just…”

“Senior Sister Jiang, actually, being with Mr.

Yan isn’t so bad.

Look, Mr.

Yan is a fine man and comes from a good family.

Just go with him for everyone’s sake!”

“You!

What are you all saying?” Only Lo Jianying, with eyes wide with anger, stared at the disciples around him, his heart turning cold.

When it’s someone else’s problem, silence prevails; but when it falls on oneself, the selfishness of human nature is completely exposed.

“See, your junior brothers are all advising you,” snickered Yan An.

“Better listen to their advice.

Heh heh, this young master certainly knows how to cherish the fairer sex—”

Just then, his voice abruptly cut off.

With a “puci” sound, a pitch-black long sword pierced through his chest, stabbing straight through his heart.

Yan An struggled to turn his head, only to meet a pair of cold eyes.

It was Ling Feng!

“You…

you dare to…

pu…”

Yan An spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, staring hard at Ling Feng.

He couldn’t believe that someone dared to kill him!

“You talk too much!

Can’t even die without making such a fuss?”

Ling Feng’s face was devoid of any emotion as he casually pulled out his long sword.

Yan An’s body fell heavily backwards, and with a “bang!”, blood gushed forth, staining the ground red.

Yan An was dead!

“Ling…

Senior Ling Feng, you…

you killed him?”

“You actually killed him?”

One after another, the disciples trembled in fear.

That was a scion of the Eastern Capital Yan Family, a legendary genius cousin of Yaan Jinghong!

Ling Feng had just decided to kill as he saw fit; how incredibly bold he was!

Jiang Wanqing’s eyes moved between Ling Feng and Yan An’s body on the ground, tears welling up in her eyes.

For a moment, she wavered too.

If because of her, so many brothers and junior sisters lost their lives, she would be haunted for a lifetime.

But now, she didn’t need to make such a shameful choice anymore.

Nevertheless, because of her, Ling Feng had made an unresolvable enmity with the Eastern Capital Yan Family.

Ling Feng gently wiped the Mo Yuan Sword’s blade, his glance sweeping over the disciples below.

The cold killing intent made everyone tremble uncontrollably.

“Ling…

Master Ling, we…

we will absolutely not betray you, please…

don’t kill me!”

The disciple who had just earlier urged Jiang Wanqing to leave with Yan An fell to the ground with a thud, shivering in terror.

Most of Ling Feng’s killing intent was directed unmistakably at him!

“Self-preservation is human nature,” Ling Feng said, “but you have no right to force others to sacrifice for you.”

Ling Feng sheathed his long sword, and the killing intent dissipated instantly.

“Those who want to flee, flee now,” Ling Feng said indifferently, standing with his hands behind his back.

“With Yaan Jinghong there, even the Demon Commander probably can’t afford to divide his attention.

You can escape from Luofeng Canyon now.”

The disciples looked at each other, you looking at me, I looking at you, none daring to be the first to leave.

But soon, the instinct to survive overcame everything.

Even if Yaan Jinghong could punish the Demon Commander, Ling Feng had killed Yan An.

To continue following Ling Feng probably meant a path to certain death.

“Junior Master Ling, I…

I have an eighty-year-old mother at home…”

One disciple clenched his teeth and was the first to flee.

With a first, there soon came a second, a third…

Before long, only three remained on the field.

Jiang Wanqing, Su Hongxiu, and Lo Jianying.

Lo Jianying hesitated and struggled for a long time, looking at Ling Feng’s silhouette; he was the idol in his heart.

“You should leave, too.”

Ling Feng turned around, a hint of a smile on his face.

Ever since he had been deceived by Su Lin, unleashed the Emperor’s Eye, and slaughtered everyone in the City Lord Mansion, he rarely showed such a smile.

But at this moment, his smile was genuine.

At least, in such a dire crisis, there were those who dared to stay by his side.

“Senior Ling Feng, I…

I won’t go!” Su Hongxiu said with gritted teeth.

“Go, all of you leave.

Without you by my side, you will be a bit safer, and relatively speaking, so will I,” Ling Feng said, nudging his mouth faintly with a light smile.

“Yaan Jinghong is an Empire Legend, am I not a legend of Asking Immortal Sect as well?

What, do you think I’m going to die at the hands of that legend today?”

“Of course not!” Lo Jianying laughed heartily.

“Junior Master Ling, you are the only legend in my heart!”

At such a moment, under these circumstances, probably only Ling Feng could declare such bold and courageous words.

“Then leave quickly, we must not stay here for long.”

Ling Feng was not one to sit idly by and await his fate; he knew his own abilities.

At this moment, he wasn’t ready to confront a high-level expert like Yaan Jinghong, otherwise, he might have put his life at risk.

“Junior Master Ling, we…

we will see each other again at Asking Immortal Sect, won’t we?

Wuu wuu…” Su Hongxu’s eyes brimmed with hot tears as she began to sob.

“Of course, I still want to taste your grilled meat,” Ling Feng said, raising an eyebrow.

“Alright, don’t waste any more time, go on now!”

Jiang Wanqing’s expression remained somewhat dull, her eyes fixed on Ling Feng, “You…

I…

you…”

Her mind was still in chaos, even beginning to lose her composure.

“Lo Jianying, take good care of your senior sister and junior,” Ling Feng patted his shoulder.

“Remember, you are a man!”

“I will!”

Lo Jianying nodded emphatically, grabbing Su Hongxiu with his left hand and pulling Jiang Wanqing with his right, the three of them swiftly left toward the exit of Luofeng Canyon.

In his heart, he knew that even if they stayed with Ling Feng, they would be of no help; they would only be a burden to him.

“Eastern Capital Yan Family!” Ling Feng clenched his fist as he watched Lo Jianying and the others depart.

Glancing at the corpse of Yan An on the ground, he let out a cold snort, “You are the first of the Yan Family to die at my hands, and you definitely won’t be the last.”

Then, Ling Feng searched Yan An’s body, finding a Space Ring and the Purple Thunder Feather, without bothering to search further.

He leapt, bounding away, and quickly vanished into the dense forest.