Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"Swish!"

Ye Qingfeng harvested the last life, a total of seventeen people, all fallen under his Futu Sword.

"Does anyone still have complaints? If you want to kill me, step forward together!" Ye Qingfeng’s gaze was calm.

The foreign martial artists trembled slightly, not daring to move, their trembling appearance made the Huaxia martial artists sneer repeatedly.

"Haha, well, well, indeed worthy of the title ’God of Killing’, truly decisive. However, you only bully ants!"

At this moment, the Holy Son and Feipu suddenly rose from the lake, letting out a cold laugh.

"Ah, if you insist on seeking death, I’ll grant it to you!"

Ye Qingfeng turned around, cold and indifferent, murderous intent icy on the Futu Sword.

Since I’ve given you the chance and you don’t cherish it, you shall die, Ye Qingfeng’s gaze was indifferent.

Europe is indeed strong, but no one can stop him if he wants to kill!

"Actually, I admire you, how about this, come with me to Europe to ask for forgiveness, and I’ll spare your life!" The Holy Son said with a smile, unfazed.

Calm and relaxed!

Truly worthy of being the Holy Son!

The foreigners sighed inwardly, then sneered, believing the Holy Son could easily suppress this demon.

Humph, after killing so many people, you’ll taste the bitterness later, they thought with resentment.

"Enough nonsense, do you really think you’re something, just trash, come meet your death!" Ye Qingfeng shook his head, having no time for the Holy Son’s pretense.

"Ye Qingfeng, do you really think you’re so great? Killing you doesn’t even require the Holy Son’s intervention!" Feipu stepped forward, holding the Holy Grail, his strength soaring.

"I was going to spare you, but since you insist on seeking death, then come on!"

Ye Qingfeng nodded and sneered coldly.

Feipu sneered, thinking this guy was indeed arrogant, and shouted triumphantly: "Do you think I’m still the old Feipu? Now, I alone can cut you down!"

With the Divine Artifact in hand, Feipu was very confident; with the Church’s Holy Grail, he had already defeated countless hidden strongmen of Huaxia.

Ye Qingfeng is just so-so!

"Idiot!"

Ye Qingfeng moved, killing intent emerged, soaring to the sky, an endless heart of slaughter, made hearts tremble.

"Do you truly think I’m afraid of you, Ye Kill God, let me show you the Church’s background!"

Feipu roared, holding the Holy Grail, charging at Ye Qingfeng.

The Power of Purity exploded, faint divine charm circulated, Feipu seemed to be bathed in divine light, unapproachable.

His speed skyrocketed, the pure white Holy Light grew stronger, covering hundreds of meters around, all shrouded in white light, containing the purest Holy Power, capable of purifying everything.

"So powerful, with the Church’s Holy Grail in hand, Feipu is invincible!"

"No need for the Holy Son’s intervention, this guy is going to die, yet dares call himself a Slaughter God!"

"He brought it upon himself!"

The foreign martial artists cried out, sneering repeatedly.

At this moment, as Ye Qingfeng approached Feipu, he finally moved, his speed surged, turning into a black light, ignoring the Power of Purity, nearing Feipu.

How could he not be affected!

Feipu’s heart trembled, as if this Ye Qingfeng was not influenced by the Holy Power at all.

He raised the Holy Grail above his head, divine power entwined, protecting himself.

He was very confident, with the Holy Grail, he was invincible.

Ye Qingfeng suddenly reached out, grasping in the void, carrying endless killing force, grabbing towards the Holy Grail.

"Crack!"

The Holy Grail shattered, pieces scattered everywhere, sinking to the lake’s bottom, the pure white Holy Power dissipated instantly.

Feipu’s face changed dramatically, he hadn’t reacted, when Ye Qingfeng’s Futu Sword descended.

A gigantic sword light descended from the sky, like a flame burning, instantly splitting Feipu’s body open.

His body split in two, Feipu fell directly into Cliff Lake.

"Just killed like that? Feipu, dead?"

"My God, this was the Church’s Holy Grail, a true Divine Artifact, an unparalleled Supreme Treasure, yet it was directly broken, was Feipu holding a fake? This is just a glass cup!"

Foreign martial artists’ expressions changed rapidly, their throats throbbed, the scene before their eyes like a dream.

"So satisfying, this is Ye Kill God, arrogant and domineering, beyond reasoning, with unimaginable strength, truly gratifying!"

"Haha, let these foreigners truly experience the style of Ye Kill God!"

Huaxia martial artists laughed loudly, their hearts filled with incomparable joy.

"Are you ready?" Ye Qingfeng looked towards the Holy Son.

Strong, cold!

Frozen killing intent burst forth, Ye Qingfeng’s gaze was indifferent beyond compare, shooting directly at the Holy Son.

Meeting Ye Qingfeng’s gaze, a trace of surprise and coldness appeared in the Holy Son’s eyes.

"You are strong, even more powerful than I imagined, I am even more interested in you." The Holy Son smiled slightly, everything calm and collected.

Their cold gazes intertwined in the air, as if sparking flames.

One wore a red robe, appearing elegant and noble, like the purest European aristocrat.

One donned a black robe fluttering, expression indifferent, born as a peerless fiend of bloodlust.

"This is indeed a peak showdown!"

Everyone thought at once, whether Huaxia martial artists or foreign martial artists, their expressions became grave.

Both sides realized, these two were not simple, they were immensely powerful.

Dragon challenges tiger, a contest of kings!

"A mere Feipu is nothing, but you could destroy the Holy Grail, truly beyond my imagination." The Holy Son chuckled softly, "I am really curious, what secret does your body hide?"

"No need to rush, I will slowly unravel it!"

The Holy Son smiled gently, his red robe fluttering, his fingers slightly raised, and instantly, the temperature between heaven and earth suddenly dropped, as if turning icy cold for miles around.

With one person’s strength, controlling the temperature of the world, making the surroundings icy and piercingly cold, truly terrifying.

"Is this the Holy Son of the Church’s strength? How terrifying!"

"Let’s see how that Hua Xia Slaughter God deals with this, when he’s trampled underfoot by the Holy Son, Huaxia’s face will be utterly lost."

"Then, let’s see how arrogant he can be!"

Foreign martial artists sneered, previously shocked and even fearful by Feipu’s death.

Now with the Holy Son’s strength revealed, they felt fear again, the so-called Slaughter God nothing before the Holy Son!

"Ye Kill God, hold on, don’t disgrace Huaxia!"

"This time, it might be difficult, the strength of this European Holy Son is terrifying!"

Even Huaxia’s martial artists expressed worry, the strength the Holy Son displayed made them tremble.