Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

The sudden drop in temperature sent a chill through everyone’s hearts, something only an extraordinary person could achieve.

"So terrifying, I feel so cold, my body is about to freeze stiff!"

"Is this the power of that European youth? He must be a real immortal, able to control temperature."

"Now, that handsome youth in black robes probably can’t win, such a pity!"

On Little Yi’s side, a group of young girls exclaimed, some lamenting over Ye Qingfeng, some in awe of the Holy Son, and they all spoke out.

The Holy Son was too powerful, they felt the black-robed youth didn’t stand a chance.

"No way, he’s the strongest," Little Yi spoke softly at this moment.

"Huh? Little Yi, whom are you talking about, the Ye Kill God or the Holy Son of Europe?" The short-haired girl was taken aback.

"Ye...!"

"Hmph, clearly no match, that Holy Son’s power is overwhelming, haven’t you heard whispers of these martial artists saying the European Holy Son is too strong, making them all fearful?" Skinny taunted disdainfully.

"He is invincible," Little Yi shook her head slightly, her eyes bright.

"What do you know, could it be you know him? In this world, there’s no invincible person!" Skinny taunted again.

"He is invincible!"

These words were not spoken by Little Yi but by a woman, who walked out slowly, surrounded by a few others, her appearance striking, her elegance unmatched.

"Hundred Herbs Hall, Lu Qi!"

"She came too!"

A martial artist shouted.

Such a beautiful woman.

A shock went through the hearts of a group of young people, this woman’s noble temperament and striking appearance probably only Little Yi could match her.

"And who are you? Do you have the right to interrupt our conversation?" Skinny called out, unconvinced, his face unsightly.

"Hundred Herbs Hall, Lu Qi," Lu Qi said lightly with a slight smile.

"What Hundred Herbs Hall, I..."

"Slap!"

Before Skinny could finish his words, Li Xingchen directly slapped him, in the midst of Skinny’s bewildered gaze, Li Xingchen said viciously: "If you want to die, don’t drag us down."

A significant figure!

Everyone felt a shock and immediately understood that this beautiful woman’s identity was not simple.

"Soon you will understand his strength!" Lu Qi shook her head, leaving with her people, "He always amazes people."

"Let me see how much power you truly have!"

The Holy Son sneered, suddenly raising his hand, and immediately, the Cliff Lake below began to spin, forming a vortex-like shape, and then rose, as if forming a water dragon, rushing toward Ye Qingfeng.

"Idiot!"

Ye Qingfeng’s figure suddenly moved, flickering and uncertain.

The water dragon rushed like a beast charging, roaring in, such a water dragon could crash into a fragile building, flip a truck, its potency could be imagined.

However.

Ye Qingfeng didn’t dodge at all, directly colliding with the water dragon, like a sharp blade, cutting through the water dragon’s belly, and instantly penetrating through.

In an instant, he was right in front of the Holy Son.

"Slap, slap, slap!"

Ye Qingfeng surprisingly slapped the Holy Son’s handsome face several times, his palm imbued with immense Heaven and Earth Power, making the Holy Son dizzy and disoriented.

"Didn’t you want to know my strength, I’ll let you feel it!"

Ye Qingfeng continued to strike, the "slap, slap" sound resounded clearly, breaking through the clouds, and everyone heard it distinctly.

Everyone was shocked, bewildered, their expressions peculiar.

The Holy Son of the Church Court was actually being continuously slapped in the face in mid-air?

Was this still the powerful Holy Son from before? Everyone was dumbfounded, feeling like their worldview was collapsing.

Were these two... acting?

The Holy Son was so furious he wanted to spit blood, attempting to resist, but Ye Qingfeng’s force was simply too great, each slap felt like a mountain.

The Holy Son’s mind was swelling, unable to move, feeling a sense of humiliation.

"Haha, indeed Ye Kill God, so powerful, the Holy Son was slapped in public!"

"Before I was worried, but it seems I was overthinking, Ye Kill God truly is powerful, this Church Court’s Holy Son was humiliated like this!"

"Satisfying, so satisfying!!"

Ye Qingfeng’s hand slapped wildly, the Holy Son’s Heaven and Earth Power surged, finally regaining awareness, trying to steady himself, but Ye Qingfeng suddenly kicked, sending the Holy Son flying.

"Now, have you personally felt my strength?"

Ye Qingfeng’s calm voice echoed.

Without a hint of ridicule, it was like a concerned inquiry, like a greeting between friends.

The Holy Son’s blood churned, he unexpectedly spat out a mouthful of blood, a formless display of bravado, the most fatal!

"Good! Good! Good!"

The Holy Son stood in the distance, consecutively uttering three goods, his blood surging.

"You’ve truly angered me, I want you dead!"

As he shouted ’dead’, the Cliff Lake below exploded like a bomb, suddenly surging into tens of meters high giant waves, violently blasting around.

However, the water droplets didn’t fall but instead remained in mid-air, forming one blade after another, right in front of the Holy Son, thousands upon thousands of water blades formed from the lake.

"Die!"

The Holy Son shouted sharply, the water droplets flew out instantly, penetrating through the void, like a thousand machine guns firing, overwhelming Ye Qingfeng in a storm.

These water droplets were more terrifying than bullets, faster, more powerful, one could shoot through an armored vehicle.

Not to mention, with tens of thousands of water droplets, dense enough to riddle a tall building.

Terrifying!

Everyone felt a shock, it was the Holy Son who was too careless earlier, but his true explosive power was unimaginable.

Futu Sword!

Ye Qingfeng’s gaze turned icy, holding the Futu Sword, he slashed out a massive sword light.

Blazing flames burned, this sword was like a Supreme Divine Sword, the sword light crimson red, continuously expanding, yet the blade was incredibly sharp.

The Holy Son’s water droplets were directly cut by Ye Qingfeng’s sword light, split in half, the entire space seemed as if it were being cleaved in two.

Ye Qingfeng stood proudly in his original place, completely unmoved, not a single blade touching him.

A leaf does not stick to him!

The massive sword light split through the thousands of water blades, turned into a fierce light, and slashed toward the Holy Son.

Terrifying power.

"Ye Qingfeng, do you think that’s all the strength I have?" The Holy Son spoke coldly, eyes frozen, unleashing massive Heaven and Earth Power, surging fiercely.

A chill rose skyward, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, freezing cold.

"Condense!"

The surrounding martial artists felt a penetrating chill, and the Cliff Lake below emitted "crack, crack" sounds, the clear lake color gradually solidifying into pure white ice.

Solidified into ice!

The Holy Son’s power, so terrifying!

Everyone was immensely shocked, even Ye Qingfeng’s projected sword light trembled slightly at this moment, its speed slowing down.

Slices of snowflakes fell in the sky, each pure white ice flower descended slowly, chilling people’s hearts.