The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 573: The Most Arrogant!

In the southern part of the city, at the headquarters of the Skull Gang.

Funeral music played, white silk draped over everything, and wreaths were placed around the premises.

The entire mansion had turned into a bleak and mournful place. White banners fluttered in the wind and two soul-summoning flags were erected at the entrance, inscribed with the words "Return, O Soul."

Guests streamed in constantly; nearly every faction with any standing in Iron Wolf City had received an invitation.

Although Tang Lie was the face behind this memorial service, in reality, he had long since cozied up to the city lord's mansion.

No one dared to disrespect the city lord's mansion.

Even the Skull Gang elders who sneered at Tang Lie and Jian Baizhang, the so-called substitute leaders, had to come to the mourning hall to pay their respects.

After all, in name, they were still subordinates of the three Guo brothers, and not attending would undermine their authority.

In the mourning hall, despite the solemn atmosphere, no one truly felt any sorrow.

Even the professional mourners hired to cry struggled to squeeze out a few tears.

One by one, the guests entered the mourning hall to offer incense to the three leaders, though it was merely a formality.

Tang Lie and Jian Baizhang, dressed in mourning clothes, bowed to each guest in turn.

"Elder Peng, you're finally here."

At that moment, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and a fierce expression walked into the mourning hall, a white ribbon tied around his arm.

Elder Peng ignored Tang Lie, merely snorting before walking briskly to the spirit tablets of the three leaders. He casually placed three sticks of incense down before lowering his voice as he passed by Tang Lie to say, "Tang Lie, oh Tang Lie, to think you came up with such a scheme to make money. You’re truly worthy of being the Skull Gang's top strategist. But, you won't be able to swallow the Skull Gang all by yourself!"

"We'll see about that!" Tang Lie sneered, though his expression remained unchanged as he said flatly, "Next!"

...

Before long, the convoy from the Tianlin Chamber of Commerce arrived outside the Skull Gang headquarters. After tying down their horses, they were led into the mansion by several Skull Gang disciples.

No one noticed that among the group from the Tianlin Chamber of Commerce was a young man—Ling Feng, the very one who had killed the three leaders.

With a shout from inside the mourning hall, it was finally the Tianlin Chamber of Commerce's turn to offer incense to the three leaders—and, of course, to leave their condolence money.

Wang Tianlin took a deep breath while glancing nervously at Ling Feng beside him, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

He felt as though his heart might leap out of his chest.

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"I'll do it."

Ling Feng smiled lightly, stepping into the mourning hall with a carefree stride.

The guests seated around the hall frowned slightly.

Who is this young lad with such an inappropriate attitude, smiling and walking into a memorial service so cheerfully?

But when Tang Lie and Jian Baizhang got a closer look at Ling Feng's face, they nearly dropped the incense holders in their hands.

"You... You... How come it is you?"

Jian Baizhang, in particular, was a pitiful sight. He started to stumble back several steps in a panic, nearly toppling over the spirit tablets.

"Who is this kid?"

"This is going to be interesting! Someone's here to stir things up!"

In the mourning hall, the guests exchanged puzzled glances, but soon, someone provided an answer.

An elder who had once joined Guo Ao in attacking Ling Feng clenched his fists, his expression grave as he muttered, "That young man is Ling Feng!"

"What?"

With those words, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. It was like a stone thrown into a calm pond, creating ripples that spread rapidly through the crowd!

"Ling Feng? Isn't he the one who killed Guo Ao and his brothers?"

"Unbelievable! This guy killed all three of them, and now he's here at their mourning hall. There probably isn't anyone in this world more arrogant than him."

"That's what you call audacity! No wonder the Skull Gang seems so afraid of him!"

Of course, some people were secretly cheering for him. The Skull Gang was never a decent group to begin with. If it weren't for being forced by Tang Lie's oppressive influence, no one would willingly offer incense to these three scoundrels.

Wang Tianlin, watching from the doorway, had only one word in his mind when it came to Ling Feng: Respect.

"Heh, I’m just paying a visit to some old friends. Why is everyone so tense?"

Ling Feng ignored the discussions around him while smiling casually. He raised an eyebrow, reached down to grab a handful of paper money from the ground, and tossed it into the fire pit in front of him.

"Guo brothers, aren’t you feeling a bit lonely on the road to the underworld? How about I send a few more brothers down to keep you company, so you can build your own force down there and rule over the other side too?"

Ling Feng chuckled playfully, giving Tang Lie and Jian Baizhang a mischievous glance.

"Gulp..."

Jian Baizhang swallowed hard, his legs nearly giving out.

Ling Feng had managed to kill one of their leaders even when he was under siege by two of them and had escaped unscathed.

Not only that, but he had also survived the demonic army's assault and returned from Sky Demon Forest alive.

How could someone like him dare to challenge Ling Feng?

"What are you panicking for?" Tang Lie squinted his eyes, giving Jian Baizhang a disdainful look.

Useless trash.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still valuable, Tang Lie would've disposed of him long ago.

"Mr. Ling," Tang Lie stepped forward, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect. "If Mr. Ling is here to offer incense to the three leaders, I thank you on their behalf. However, if you are here to cause trouble, know that the Skull Gang is not afraid of it."

"Pew!"

Before Tang Lie could finish his threat, Ling Feng spat directly in his face.

"You!!!" Tang Lie trembled violently, rage flickering in his eyes as he glared at Ling Feng.

"Oh, my bad! I meant to spit at the three leaders, but it seems I missed. But you can't blame me. When someone is shameless and has such a big face, it naturally attracts spit!"

Ling Feng shrugged innocently, pretending not to have a care in the world.

"Pfft..."

Several guests in the mourning hall struggled to suppress their laughter. Their faces even turned red as they tried to hold it in.

They all had the same thought: This young man named Ling Feng had hit the nail on the head.

Tang Lie really was shameless, with a face that just begged for spit!

Tang Lie felt like his lungs were about to burst with anger. He gritted his teeth so hard they made a cracking sound. He wiped the spit from his face, his voice full of hatred as he said, "Ling Feng, don't push your luck!"

"Push my luck? I don't see anyone here worthy of me doing so," Ling Feng sneered. "All I see is a dog barking away. Even after its master is dead, it's still biting people. Seems like this dog doesn't deserve to live."

Tang Lie clenched his fists tightly while snorting coldly. "Ling Feng, you're too arrogant. Do you think that just because you killed Guo Ao and his brothers, you can act like no one else matters? Who do you think you are?"

At that moment, a shout came from outside the door. "The city lord is here!"

Tang Lie immediately burst into laughter. "Ling Feng, your time has come!"