Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

But no one knows when these two might lose patience and start a massacre against Chinese Martial Arts.

"Holy Son, you may be tyrannical in Chinese Martial Arts, but you will regret it when Ye Qingfeng appears!"

A martial artist from Huaxia spoke.

"I hope he has the guts to show up!" The Holy Son sneered, his eyes gleaming coldly.

The hearts of the Huaxia martial artists were startled.

This Holy Son is not a simple character; he appears to be young, but he is actually over eighty years old.

His talent is too high and extraordinary; he entered the War Emperor Realm early, and the extended lifespan only made him look younger.

The Holy Son of the European Church waging war in Huaxia is a major event, not only causing waves in Huaxia but also shaking the entire Asia and Europe region.

Especially countries in Southeast Asia, all sent martial artists to join the excitement.

Although martial artists, especially powerful ones, are not allowed to enter other countries.

But now the Holy Son is in Huaxia; you Huaxia allowed the Holy Son to enter but chased us away; this seems unfair, doesn’t it?

Isn’t this saying that Huaxia bullies the weak and fears the strong?

The martial artists of Huaxia had no choice but to swallow their anger, while Southeast Asian martial artists became even more unrestrained.

There were even War Emperor Strong People who stormed into Huaxia to witness the Holy Son of the Church’s grandeur.

At this point, Chinese Martial Arts only felt thoroughly humiliated and harbored resentment towards Ye Qingfeng!

"Yes, that jinx Ye Qingfeng is too arrogant, bringing too many disasters to Huaxia!"

However, some people refuted and supported Ye Qingfeng.

The number of martial artists from various countries increased, gathering in Huaxia, forming restless elements, but fortunately, these martial artists were fairly law-abiding, not causing big troubles, so the nation could not intervene.

If the nation intervenes, it would lead to conflicts between the state and martial artists.

While Huaxia was bustling, Ye Qingfeng remained silent in the laboratory, focusing on researching something he desired.

This item, once brought out, would absolutely astonish the world, greatly benefiting Ye Qingfeng.

As for the Holy Son of the Church, Ye Qingfeng knew nothing, never expecting to have a conflict with Europe.

Moreover, this time Ye Qingfeng showed mercy, not bothering to chase after the fleeing three of Feipu.

The Church people were too greedy, first Morton coveted Ye Qingfeng’s stele, then the Holy Son came with even bigger ambitions, directly wanting the secrets Ye Qingfeng possessed.

The Holy Son set up a stage at Cliff Lake in Jiangdong, outspoken that he would not leave unless Ye Qingfeng appeared or someone could defeat him.

Cliff Lake was originally a famous tourist spot in Jiangdong, to avoid causing panic, the officials had to step in, barring all martial artists and high-level officials from entering Cliff Lake.

In Cliff Lake, a pavilion stood silently with the figures of the Holy Son and Feipu sitting quietly inside.

Seeing the Holy Son in his red robe, with noble temperament and golden hair hanging down slowly, everyone felt suffocated; this Holy Son, indeed looked like a young man, evoking envy.

Two days later, an old monster who had been hidden from the world for years appeared.

Kao Shan Sect!

The Supreme Elder, having been secluded for many years, not appearing for a long time, now arrived wearing a gray robe, treading over the river.

"I did not expect him to show up; he has been hidden for decades, indulging in martial arts and not concerning himself with worldly affairs for years!"

"This time, it’s about the dignity of Chinese Martial Arts, which is the patriotic heart of the older generation of warriors; even if secluded, they ultimately step out to take responsibility."

Everyone sighed in awe.

Above Cliff Lake, Elder Feipu held a Holy Relic of the Church, the Holy Grail, releasing pure Holy Power endlessly, engaging in an earth-shattering battle with the powerful Supreme Elder of Kao Shan Sect.

The tides surged, the winds and clouds changed; fortunately, there were strong people controlling the aftereffects, or else the entire Cliff Lake would be destroyed.

Eventually, the Supreme Elder of Kao Shan Sect was defeated!

The martial artists of Huaxia sighed deeply, their faces incredibly gloomy.

"You were quite good!" The Holy Son in red robe, holy and noble, gently commented.

"I can’t even beat a mere elder beside you; I have no face!" The Supreme Elder smiled bitterly, his expression bleak.

"Elder Feipu relied on the power of the Holy Grail; without it, he wouldn’t be your opponent!" The Holy Son chuckled, saying indifferently.

"Defeat is defeat; I lack the skills!"

The Supreme Elder shook his head, spitting a mouthful of blood, visibly injured.

He turned, looking at the hundreds of Huaxia martial artists on the shore, saying, "Everyone, I am powerless to regain dignity for Chinese Martial Arts, I apologize!"

"Elder, this is not your fault!"

"Senior, you’ve already tried your best!"

"Damn it, if not for all our secular treasures being plundered by the Ancient Martial World, senior wouldn’t have lost to this European!"

Everyone consoled him.

The Supreme Elder smiled bitterly, shook his head, said no more, and left directly.

Defeat, in the end, was defeat!

Is the European Church really that strong? Sending a Holy Son, able to oppress Chinese Martial Arts so severely.

Even though the Holy Son hasn’t acted yet.

Among Huaxia Martial Artists, there was mutual perplexity and a chorus of wails.

"Ye Qingfeng, we only hope for your quick appearance, to fiercely teach this European Holy Son a lesson."

At that moment, thousands of Huaxia martial artists awaited Ye Qingfeng’s appearance.

This Ye Qingfeng, though his temper was violent and blood-thirsty, his strength was indisputable,

Every time everyone thought he was doomed, this Ye Kill God unleashed his formidable strength, leaving people in shock.

Moreover, even the powerful Ancient Martial World warriors from Miwu Mountain had been slain by Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Kill God was certainly capable of defeating the Holy Son of the Church, Huaxia martial artists firmly believed!

"Is this Ye Kill God really so extraordinary to defeat the European Holy Son?" A foreign martial artist questioned.

"It’s just boasting, Huaxia loves to boast, claiming a five-thousand-year heritage, yet still being oppressed by the European Holy Son."

"Haha, that’s true, it’s rumored that Ye Kill God, in his wrath, slaughtered hundreds of thousands, causing a bloodbath on some mountain, dozens of War Emperor Strong People fell, haha, Huaxia doesn’t have that many War Emperor Strong People!"

"A bunch of shameless Huaxia people, go ahead and boast, I see that Ye Qingfeng is afraid to show up, already scared, yet still dares to call himself Kill God!" A group of foreign martial artists watching the spectacle laughed.

Facing the skepticism from the masses, Huaxia martial artists were infuriated, having personally experienced Ye Kill God’s terror.

These guys have never witnessed it, only spouting nonsense.

"If Ye Kill God appears, these foreign martial artists will undoubtedly be so scared they wet their pants; Ye Kill God kills without caring which country you’re from!"

"It’s infuriating, at a critical moment, Ye Kill God doesn’t show up, letting these foreign martial artists act so arrogantly!"

Huaxia martial artists were furious, feeling unbearably aggrieved.