The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 385: The One Who Should Die Is You!

"Stop! Stop!"

In Lin Canglang's resentful eyes, a hint of hesitation and gentleness flickered.

As a father, he didn't want Lin Xian'er to see him like this.

"Daddy, why? Why is this happening? Why have you become like this?"

Lin Xian'er's eyes welled up with tears as she bit her lip tightly. Her voice was also choked with emotion.

She cried as she walked towards the Demon-Masked Lord, the man exuding a strong scent of blood and wearing a hideously grim mask.

Why?

Where did the loving father from before go?

Lin Canglang clenched his fists tightly and struck out with a palm, sending Lin Xian'er flying. He then said coldly, "Step forward again, and I won't show mercy!"

The Devil's Love-Forgetting Art was heartless and unrelenting, as well as indifferent to kinship. This being the case, Lin Xian'er's presence was undoubtedly a weakness for Lin Canglang.

If he couldn't abandon all emotions, how could his demonic art reach its pinnacle?

That's why, over the past half year, Lin Canglang had not sought out Lin Xian'er.

His daughter would hinder his cultivation of the demonic arts!

Pfft!

Lin Xian'er was sent flying by a palm strike, spitting out blood as she crashed heavily into a big tree. She stared incredulously at the masked man as tears continued to stream down her face.

"Daddy! How could you treat me like this? Don't you recognize me anymore? I'm your daughter! I'm Xian'er!"

Yun Yiyi hurried forward from behind, helping Lin Xian'er up while gritting her teeth. "Xian'er, you must have mistaken him for someone else. That can't be your father. What father would be so heartless and cruel to hurt his own daughter like this?"

Ling Feng also descended swiftly, positioning himself between Lin Xian'er and Lin Canglang. His expression was grave as he stared coldly at Lin Canglang. "Sect Leader Lin, are you truly Xian'er's father?"

"So what if I am? So what if I'm not?"

Lin Canglang chuckled strangely, his face twisted beneath his mask. "Kid, no matter who shows up today, you're going to die! You're going to die!!!"

Lin Canglang's eyes once again filled with a blood-red hue.

His Devil's Blood-Devouring Curse had a time limit; once that time was exceeded, he would suffer the excruciating pain of the Demonic Heart-Devouring.

Therefore, he had to completely eliminate Ling Feng, this major threat to him, before the power of the Devil's Blood-Devouring Curse could fade!

In just under half a year, although he had made rapid progress in his demonic arts, Lin Canglang found Ling Feng's strength terrifying beyond expectation.

He even vaguely felt that if Ling Feng continued to grow, even if he perfected the Devil's Love-Forgetting Art, he might not be able to defeat Ling Feng and could even die at his hands.

So, this was his best chance to eradicate Ling Feng once and for all!

"If you are Xian'er's father, then you deserve to die even more! A person like you is unworthy of being a father!"

Ling Feng clenched his fists and glanced back at Lin Xian'er. Although Lin Canglang's earlier blow hadn't taken her life, Lin Xian'er's heart was probably already dead.

Such a person was an insult to the word "father" and was even less deserving of being one!

"Hmph, you have no right to lecture me!"

Lin Canglang glared at Ling Feng and shouted angrily, "If not for you, if not for that old fool, Duanmu Qingshan, how could I have ended up like this!?"

Pointing at Ling Feng, Lin Canglang cursed loudly, "You and your master stole everything that belonged to me! You are the thieves, the robbers! I, against all odds, have kept my life just to seek revenge on you shameless master and disciple pair!"

"Ridiculous!" Ling Feng stared at Lin Canglang coldly. "If not for your greed for my master's secret art, if not for your collusion with the Four Evils of the Bloody Night, how would things have come to this? It was all your own greed and you disregarding the fate of the sect! Before, you sacrificed the fate of the sect for your own greed, and now, you've killed innocent people for revenge! You are no longer human! You are a demon!"

"A demon!?" Lin Canglang laughed loudly to the sky. "Yes, I am a demon! So what? What about greed?"

Lin Canglang grinned viciously. "Ling Feng, I should really thank you. If not for you, how could I have obtained this supreme demonic art? Being a demon is far better than being the mediocre sect leader of a third-rate sect! Hahaha! The blood of humans is truly delicious! I will kill, kill, and kill again!"

"You are beyond redemption!"

Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng realized that Lin Canglang had lost all humanity. Now, he was willing to kill even his own daughter, let alone other people.

Such a person could not be spared!

"Enough with the nonsense." Lin Canglang licked the blood off his fingertips, chuckling wickedly. "Ling Feng, wait patiently down below. Before long, I'll send that old fart Duanmu Qingshan down as well, and you two will reunite on the road to the underworld!"

"No, don't!"

Lin Xian'er broke free from Yun Yiyi's embrace, shaking her head repeatedly as tears streamed down her face. "Daddy, don't kill Ling Feng! I beg you, don't kill him!"

"Hmph, who do you think you are? Do you really think you're my daughter?"

Lin Canglang's eyes filled with murderous intent as he bared his teeth. "Step forward another half step, and don't blame me for not cherishing our past relationship. There will be no mercy!

"Die!" Lin Canglang roared like a wild beast, his figure flashing like a ghostly shadow straight towards Ling Feng.

A fierce wind accompanied by a strong stench of blood assaulted everyone. It was nauseatingly repulsive!

"Die! Die! Die!"

Lin Canglang's hatred for Ling Feng ran deep; only by tearing Ling Feng limb from limb could he find even the slightest satisfaction!

"The one who should die is you!"

Ling Feng shook his head, sighed softly, and called out in a deep voice, "Despicable donkey, do me a favor and send him to the afterlife!"

During Lin Canglang's most recent outburst, Ling Feng had already negotiated terms with the despicable donkey using spiritual thoughts.

Indeed, Lin Canglang was formidable now, but relying on the despicable donkey's assistance made victory almost certain.

In an instant, a shadow appeared from the void and descended from the sky.

Just in time!

The moment the despicable donkey appeared, Lin Canglang's demonic claw also viciously struck, aiming directly at Ling Feng's left chest. He was attempting to rip out his heart.

"Hmph. Old freak, you dare lay hands on others before me, the divine donkey?"

As soon as the despicable donkey appeared, its tail extended with a whoosh, instantly transforming into a whip hundreds of meters long, and mercilessly lashed down.

Whack!

The wind whipped up by the donkey's tail sent Lin Canglang flying. Ling Feng was also thrown back a dozen steps. Both of them were in a sorry state.

The despicable donkey had clearly done this deliberately!

"Hmm?"

Lin Canglang's eyes widened suddenly as he looked up and saw a completely black donkey standing proudly in midair, striking a particularly arrogant pose.

The donkey's ears trembled like fans as it shouted provocatively, "Old freak, do you know that Ling Feng is my mount? How dare you try to lay a hand on the mount of a divine beast?"