Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

It was Yu Xiaoxiao who struck, slapping the face of that girl from Korea hard.

A group of girls looked at Yu Xiaoxiao in shock. She had always given the impression of being gentle, so how could she suddenly resort to hitting someone?

"He owes you nothing, nor does he owe us. The path we chose for ourselves, he just saved us from the brink of death, from the cold and dark iron cage."

"At this moment, choosing to complain about him is like repaying kindness with ingratitude! If I were him and knew you would act this way, I wouldn’t even save you!"

Yu Xiaoxiao, usually gentle, spoke coldly, her indifferent gaze sweeping over the group of girls.

Instantly, the group of girls all lowered their heads awkwardly. They understood these truths, but when facing life-threatening dangers, they habitually looked for someone to blame, to complain about.

When Yu Xiaoxiao bluntly exposed this, they were extremely embarrassed, their pretty faces flushed with guilt.

Looking at the young man holding a sword facing the massive army below the mountain, their hearts trembled slightly, feeling uncomfortable.

"Sister Yu Xiaoxiao, I’m sorry."

Kang Yuan spoke with teary eyes, regretting her previous fears.

Yu Xiaoxiao didn’t reply, but her bright eyes turned to the figure below the mountain, biting her lip.

"Martial Artists of Huaxia, surrender immediately, stand still, and raise your hands. If you advance, we will open fire!"

A severe voice sounded from a massive loudspeaker within the Yue Country military.

Ye Qingfeng continued forward as if he hadn’t heard.

A thousand infantry ahead instantly raised their rifles, ready for battle!

"Stop, stop immediately, or we’ll open fire!"

"Martial Artists of Huaxia, don’t make a mistake, surrender immediately. You’re damaging the relations between Huaxia and Yue Country!"

Ye Qingfeng looked forward coldly, the flying sword in his hand glowing brightly, a fierce Sword Qi shooting towards the sky.

"Stop!"

"Stop immediately!"

"Open fire!"

Finally, Yue Country could no longer hold back. How could they let a Martial Artist threaten an entire division’s strength? They immediately issued the order to open fire.

In an instant, this massive army began to operate.

The first to engage were the combat helicopters from the sky, propellers rotating at high speed as they descended towards Ye Qingfeng, heavy machine guns on both sides gleaming with a chilling light.

"Tutu-tutu!" "Tutu-tutu!"

At a distance of 200 meters from Ye Qingfeng, the machine guns of the seven armed helicopters opened fire, wildly spraying bullets.

Below was originally the Martial Artist Town, with ancient buildings. Under the helicopter gunfire, the wooden houses seemed like paper, shards flying, raising a cloud of dust.

"Ah—"

The girls halfway up the mountain screamed, covering their mouths in fear. The power of these armed helicopters was overwhelming, like a hot knife through butter.

In the face of such immense firepower, Ye Qingfeng seemed doomed to be reduced to ashes.

"Kill!"

Ye Qingfeng’s gaze sharpened, and he finally moved, charging directly towards the helicopter.

"Is he crazy? Charging towards an armed helicopter, he’ll be shredded by the helicopter’s machine guns!"

Both the girls on the mountain and the opposing Yue Country’s military were startled by Ye Qingfeng’s actions, thinking he was looking for death.

Only Little Yue in the rear remained indifferent, her gaze fixed firmly on Ye Qingfeng’s figure.

"Kill!"

As he approached the helicopter’s line of fire, Ye Qingfeng finally acted, stomping the ground, causing the entire ground to tremble as he leaped high into the air.

Ten meters.

Twenty meters.

Fifty meters.

"Oh my god!"

A hundred meters, Ye Qingfeng soared directly to a hundred meters in the sky. His flying sword burst into brilliant light, transforming into a giant sword over ten meters long, white light shining throughout the sky.

With a single slash!

This armed helicopter boasted specially crafted aluminum alloy and tempered glass, much stronger than ordinary steel. Ye Qingfeng’s strike targeted the high-speed rotating rotor.

With a "boom!" under Ye Qingfeng’s sword, the rotor was severed, scattering like bullets, and the helicopter plummeted to the ground.

"Boom!"

Flames erupted, Ye Qingfeng’s strike damaged the helicopter’s fuel tank, and with the splatter of sparks, the helicopter exploded dramatically, yellow flames illuminating everyone’s eyes.

"This, this—"

The Yue Country army below and the girls on the mountain were all dumbfounded, their mouths agape enough to fit an egg.

The dazzling Sword Light they’d just witnessed and the exploding helicopter were unbelievable. Everyone looked up at the young man in the sky, hearts trembling violently.

Could this person truly be a Heavenly God?

Facing tens of thousands of troops, an entire division, and still able to strike down an armed helicopter.

"Attack, attack, shoot in the air!"

From the remaining six helicopters, urgent commands came over the communicator. In no time, all armed helicopters quickly gained altitude, then aimed and fired at Ye Qingfeng.

The six armed helicopters attacked simultaneously, countless bullets bursting towards Ye Qingfeng, not regular pistol or rifle bullets, but of incredible power and great number. Even Ye Qingfeng couldn’t withstand it.

Dodge!

At this moment, Ye Qingfeng was standing on his flying sword. As the bullets came, he swiftly evaded.

Chase!

The six armed helicopters pursued without hesitation, bullets wildly spraying at him.

Standing on the flying sword, Ye Qingfeng felt a twinge of pain. He already sensed his broken sword suffered some damage. He had crafted only the most low-level flying sword, both in materials and refining technique, it was mediocre, qualifying barely as a low-level Spiritual Artifact.

Of course, on Earth, it’s definitely top-notch. After all, nobody on Earth has been heard to craft a flying sword.

But now wasn’t the time to feel sorry for the flying sword. With six lethal armed helicopters behind him, Ye Qingfeng had no choice but to flee on his flying sword.

Ye Qingfeng felt relieved that this was merely Yue Country’s outdated weaponry. In a more militarily advanced country, he would be in danger.

As for a military powerhouse like Huaxia, should they deploy supersonic jet fighters, he would face a true crisis, a threat of falling.

"Kill him, kill him, surround him, don’t let him escape!"

From the helicopters, came a voice of excited command, the attack intensified immediately.

The fleeing Ye Qingfeng’s gaze suddenly sharpened, abruptly diving towards the army below.

"What is he trying to do? Fire, fire immediately, don’t let him charge down!"

The infantry below, seeing Ye Qingfeng dive down, were momentarily stunned. Hearing the command voice, they quickly drew their guns, unleashing a storm of bullets towards Ye Qingfeng.