Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

If an average person had the strength, they would definitely stand out and be revered as a hero by defeating those Korean challengers. No one can resist such temptation.

But he knows that Ye Qingfeng is someone who doesn’t care about any of this.

"Let’s wait and see tomorrow. I’m sure Ye Qingfeng’s disciples will be able to defeat those Koreans!" Military Commander Xiao could only say plainly.

Ye Qingfeng sent Shui Yiyi and Ye Bufan back to Sky No.1 and then returned directly to the Huayu Group.

In Wang Siyu’s office, Ye Qingfeng looked at Zhong Ming and asked directly, "Do you know that the Korean Taekwondo Association has come to challenge us again?"

"I know." Zhong Ming nodded.

"Didn’t you want to teach those Koreans a lesson before? Why didn’t you tell me?" Ye Qingfeng asked.

"Isn’t the company quite dangerous now? Many Korean mobile companies are eyeing our Huayu Group. With such a huge group, they definitely won’t let things rest. If I go to challenge the Koreans, I’m afraid Mr. Wang might be in danger." Zhong Ming explained honestly.

Ye Qingfeng nodded. This aspect of Zhong Ming is what pleases him the most. He is extremely loyal to Ye Qingfeng. Ever since Ye Qingfeng avenged him and let him personally deal with Rei Mi, he has entrusted his life to Ye Qingfeng.

However, Ye Qingfeng also understands that Zhong Ming is of military background, and his national pride is still strong. He definitely wants to teach those Korean jerks a lesson and bring glory to the country.

"Alright, tomorrow you go and participate in the Korean challenge match. You don’t need to worry about other things." Ye Qingfeng said.

"But..."

"Tomorrow I will come to the company, you don’t need to worry about Siyu’s safety." Ye Qingfeng said calmly.

Wang Siyu’s eyes instantly lit up. Compared to Zhong Ming, Wang Siyu undoubtedly wants Ye Qingfeng to protect her more.

Ye Qingfeng has rarely been to the Huayu Group, and the days Wang Siyu spends with Ye Qingfeng are getting fewer. If Ye Qingfeng can spend a day with her, it would make Wang Siyu extremely happy.

"Alright. Thank you, Instructor." Zhong Ming no longer hesitated. He has nothing to hide from Ye Qingfeng. He does indeed want to teach those arrogant Korean jerks a lesson.

During the conversation, Ye Qingfeng’s divine sense scanned the elevator door opening, and suddenly an elderly man in traditional Chinese attire walked out, followed by a group of men in suits.

This is the top floor of the Huayu Group where only Wang Siyu’s office and the assistant Yuanyuan’s and Zhong Ming’s protective duties for Wang Siyu were situated. How come there are other people coming up?

As Ye Qingfeng pondered, suddenly his divine sense detected that the group of men in suits had reached the office door without any intention to knock. Instead, they took out guns from under their suits and aimed them at Wang Siyu’s office.

"Zhong Ming, get down!"

Ye Qingfeng shouted and then swiftly moved forward to embrace Wang Siyu’s soft body.

Wang Siyu was startled, not understanding why Ye Qingfeng suddenly held her. Though she was pleased inside, she didn’t have time to react.

Zhong Ming didn’t hesitate, immediately diving to the side.

"Bang bang bang!" "Bang bang bang!"

At the same time, a sound of machine-gun fire rang out. Countless bullets, like a rain of gunfire, easily penetrated the office door and shot inside.

In an instant, splintered wood flew around, and the power of several small submachine guns was immense. The entire door was completely shot through, with Ye Qingfeng clutching Wang Siyu as countless bullets were directly shot into Ye Qingfeng’s back.

"Ye Qingfeng!"

Wang Siyu was terrified. She didn’t know what was happening, but she understood Ye Qingfeng clearly discovered someone was shooting and rushed forward to protect her.

In an instant, Wang Siyu’s heart shattered. She couldn’t believe Ye Qingfeng could risk his life to shield her from bullets.

Tears almost sprayed out instantly, and Wang Siyu felt her heart was being cut by knives. She had always thought she held no significant place in Ye Qingfeng’s heart, just an ordinary friend or a business partner.

Only when Ye Qingfeng gifted her the Heavenly Punishment Pill did she realize she held some position in Ye Qingfeng’s heart.

But now, Ye Qingfeng used his back to shield her from bullets—what kind of spirit is this? Wang Siyu didn’t know; she only felt her chest was aching intolerably.

She would rather die herself; if Ye Qingfeng died, what would be the point of her living? He is a man with remarkable talents, his survival has the potential to change the world.

At this moment, the bullets finally stopped. The elderly man led a group of suit-clad men with machine guns stride in; the already wrecked door could no longer block them.

"This is what comes from crossing us. Our foundation and force are unimaginable to you." The elderly man sneered.

"Ye Qingfeng, why did you do this? I wish I were the one to die!" Wang Siyu cried out in anguish.

"Stop crying, I’m not dead yet." At this moment, holding Wang Siyu, Ye Qingfeng suddenly stood up and said softly.

"Ye Qingfeng, you—you’re okay?" Wang Siyu’s face was still wet with tears, her eyes suddenly lit up with joy.

"How is it possible? You’re not dead yet?" The elderly man exclaimed in shock, his eyes full of astonishment.

He is a Martial Artist, already a Peak War General, one of the most powerful masters in Korea, a leader of the dark force of the Korean Hanxing Group.

But even common pistol bullets, he wouldn’t dare withstand them, let alone this kind of submachine-gun fire. Even a strong warrior in the War King Realm couldn’t possibly resist it, could they?

"How is this possible?" The Korean elder still couldn’t believe it. Huaxia indeed has hidden talents, a master like this.

"I refuse to believe it! Kill him, kill him!"

The group of suit-clad men behind him had no hesitation, raising their submachine guns to shoot.

Finally, Ye Qingfeng moved, almost instantaneously, he summoned the Flying Sword, a flash of white light appeared, and the wrists of the suit-clad men fell in unison, blood dripping.

The Korean elder was instantly stunned, what kind of technique was this? He barely saw it, it was a longsword that could fly in the air and chop off the wrists of his men.

Ye Qingfeng’s eyes were cold, saying nothing, controlling with divine sense his Flying Sword, attacking again, with his Flying Sword slicing through one man’s throat, then a second person.

"Stop!"

The Korean elder hastily yelled.

Ye Qingfeng’s cold eyes, Flying Sword moved again, killing three more.

"How daring you are, we are people from Hanxing Group, if you dare kill us, it will mean war with Hanxing Group to the death!"

The Korean elder was furious, shouting madly.