Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence
Chapter 113: Wei Sheng Shows His Might

Chapter 113: Wei Sheng Shows His Might

Lin Feng and Huang Bei sprinted forward, their breaths coming in quick bursts as Chen Si led the way.

The three of them moved swiftly, weaving through the bustling streets, each step carrying a sense of urgency.

Their destination was clear—the Solid Rock Pavilion—and they had no time to waste.

As they pushed ahead, Lin Feng’s brows furrowed with concern.

His thoughts drifted back to the decision they had made moments before leaving. Unable to hold back his worry, he finally spoke.

"Do you think Mei Ling will be okay?" His voice was low but heavy with unease.

Huang Bei, running just behind him, cast a quick glance his way but remained silent. The tension hanging over them made it clear—none of them were certain.

Lin Feng’s mind replayed their conversation just before they split up.

"Are you sure about this, Mei Ling?" he had asked, his usual confidence giving way to visible worry. "If something happens—"

Mei Ling, standing firm despite the chaos unfolding around them, offered him a reassuring smile.

"Yes, young master Lin Feng, I’ll be fine," she said with a slight bow.

"Besides, if I go with you, I’ll only slow you down. It’s better if I return to the estate and inform Lady Yu Miao about what’s happening here."

Her calmness did little to ease the knot in Lin Feng’s chest.

Still, he couldn’t deny her logic. With everything that was going on right now, their best bet was for Mei Ling to return to safety and inform Chen Mei and the others about what was happening here while they ran towards the Solid Rock Pavilion as quickly as possible.

"All right, you be careful," Lin Feng finally said, his voice steady despite the unease gnawing at him.

He turned his gaze toward the guards assigned to escort Mei Ling, his expression hardening.

"You better take care of her. If anything happens to her..." His words trailed off, but the cold edge in his tone left no room for misunderstanding.

The guards straightened their backs under his piercing stare.

One of them, a middle-aged man with a scar running across his cheek, stepped forward and bowed deeply.

"Rest assured, young master Lin Feng. We will protect her with our lives!"

Lin Feng’s sharp gaze lingered on them for a moment longer before he gave a curt nod.

He knew Mei Ling could handle herself to some extent—but after everything that had happened, he wasn’t willing to take any chances.

Fast forward to the present—

The sound of their hurried footsteps echoed faintly against the stone-paved streets as they sped through the darkened city.

Chen Si, leading the group, finally broke the silence in response to Lin Feng’s earlier concern.

"My men are reliable, Lin Feng," he said confidently, not bothering to turn his head.

"They’ll keep her safe. And besides, with the chaos tonight, I doubt anyone will have the energy to notice a few people running through the streets—everyone’s too busy trying to survive."

His words held a certain logic, and Lin Feng couldn’t deny the truth in them.

With the violent clash of powerful cultivators tearing through the heavens, most people were either hiding or scrambling to escape danger, and a small group slipping through the night wouldn’t draw much attention.

I’m probably overthinking this, Lin Feng admitted to himself. My nerves are just too taut right now—after what happened to Yan Hao and Yan Li. If anything happens to Mei Ling too... I might just lose it.

He exhaled quietly, trying to push those thoughts aside. "You’re righ—"

Before he could finish speaking, a massive wave of spiritual energy exploded through the night like a crashing tidal wave.

BOOOOM!

The air trembled violently as the pressure swept through the city, making the ground quiver beneath their feet.

It was so intense it felt like the heavens themselves were groaning under its weight.

RUMBLE!

A massive purple slash of light tore through the sky, illuminating the heavens with an eerie glow.

In its wake, a colossal figure emerged—a 100-meter-tall giant with long, tangled brown hair, lizard-like eyes, and a whip-like tail that swayed behind it. Its presence alone made the earth tremble underfoot.

A furious voice echoed through the air.

"Chen Qing?! Are you insane? Do you truly intend to wage war against the Chen Clan right now?" Wei Sheng roared, his tone dripping with anger.

Yet beneath the outrage, a cold calculation flickered in his eyes.

This was no mere reprimand—he was using this moment to test her strength or perhaps cripple her entirely.

Without waiting for an answer, Wei Sheng thrust his hand forward, and a golden radiance erupted around his massive palm. The energy surged like a tidal wave, condensing into an unstoppable force.

"Stonehide Dragon Art: Earth-Shattering Palm!"

The air groaned under the weight of his attack as he brought his hand crashing down.

The sheer force of it distorted the atmosphere, sending cracks racing across the ground.

A yellow earth dragon’s phantom emerged around his arm, its fanged maw snarling as it descended toward Chen Qing with destructive power.

But instead of retreating, Chen Qing let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

"Heh, you think this old lady is afraid of you?" Her voice rang out, calm and cutting, as her aged face twisted into a sneer.

In the next instant, her eyes gleamed with a ghostly purple light.

She lifted her right hand, her fingers curling into an intricate seal, and a chilling wind swept across the battlefield.

"Nine Nether Soul Arts: Nether Soul Lotus!"

WHOOSH—

Purple light scattered through the air like a thousand glowing fireflies.

The energy thickened, twisting into the form of a colossal, ethereal lotus flower that hovered in the sky.

At first, its petals were closed tightly, pulsing with otherworldly power—but as they began to unfurl, an ominous aura spread across the heavens.

Suddenly, a beam of pure, corrosive purple light exploded from the heart of the lotus, cutting through the air with terrifying speed.

BOOM!

The two powers collided in a deafening explosion that split the sky in half.

On one side, Wei Sheng’s golden earth energy raged with the weight of mountains—unyielding and vast.

On the other, Chen Qing’s Nether Soul Lotus bloomed in a cascade of poisonous purple radiance, its power gnawing at the very soul.

The clash of energies ripped through the sky, sending shockwaves that shattered the clouds and made the heavens tremble.

The ground beneath them cracked and crumbled, as if unable to bear the force of their confrontation.

For a brief moment, the battlefield was frozen—one half drowned in golden light, while the other seethed with an eerie, soul-corroding purple that seemed to drain life itself.

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