Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

Everyone saw the Saint Heir being cut open by streak after streak of Sword Qi, a miserable sight beyond bearing, bloody gashes all over him, so deep the bone showed, shocking to the extreme.

It made people unable to look straight at him!

"So ruthless, so powerful, a dignified Saint Heir actually doesn’t even have the strength to fight back!"

"This time, the Saint Heir is done for!"

The foreign Martial Artists sighed, faces a bit ugly, they hadn’t expected Huaxia to still have such a monstrous genius.

A trace of fear rose in their hearts. After all, this guy acted overbearingly, without taboos, slaughtering more than a dozen foreign Martial Artists without a second thought.

If they themselves also suffered his vicious hand!

Everyone thought to themselves that once the battle ended, they’d leave Huaxia as fast as possible, absolutely not lingering.

From now on, they would never invade Huaxia again.

This mysterious Ancient country could not be casually offended.

"Haha, Ye Kill God is awesome, too fierce, just seeing those foreigners’ faces makes me feel good!"

"I used to resent Ye Kill God all the time, but right now I like his style like crazy—brutal and rude, to hell with being a land of etiquette, only an overbearing guy like Ye Kill God can vent our anger."

"Yeah, Ye Kill God may be domineering, but the guy really does have the strength, he’s got the right to be arrogant!"

Huaxia Martial Artists shouted one after another, their faces full of joy, their hearts bursting with smugness.

They finally vented a vicious breath.

"Hey, didn’t you lot say you wanted to see what a Hua Xia Slaughter God is? Do you feel it now?" a Huaxia Martial Artist laughed.

The foreign Martial Artists’ faces were ugly, the corners of their mouths twitching slightly, but they said nothing.

They couldn’t afford to provoke him!

"Swish swish swish!!"

The Sword Qi hacked into the Saint Heir’s body; no matter how he condensed layers of Cold Ice Armor, he still couldn’t block it. It shattered in an instant, his body was no longer human, covered in blood.

But the Saint Heir was strong enough that he could still tough it out within the Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain, continually condensing Cold Ice Armor. In the end, though, it was just a drop in the bucket; sooner or later he would be worn down and erased.

"Alright, stop!"

Just then, a middle-aged man soared into the air and suddenly spoke.

This middle-aged man’s expression was calm. He had a long spear on his back; unexpectedly, he was a Huaxia War Emperor Strong People.

Ye Qingfeng glanced over coldly.

The middle-aged man’s face stayed calm as he said, "I’m the successor of the Fiery Flame Spear, Huang Long. Ye Kill God, you’ve already killed the Church Elders, and now this Saint Heir is heavily injured. You’ve shown off your prestige as a God of Kill and boosted Huaxia’s reputation. Now, you can pull back!"

Ye Qingfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, staring straight at the middle-aged man.

"You want me to stop?"

A group of Huaxia Martial Artists immediately wouldn’t have it and shouted, "Huang Long, you actually tell Ye Kill God to stop, are you even a Huaxia people?"

"Exactly, when the Saint Heir provoked us earlier you didn’t step out, now that the Saint Heir is about to die you’re here begging for him. Are you some treasonous traitor?"

"Ignorant fools!"

Huang Long’s expression still didn’t change. His gaze swept over them as he said, "This is for your own good, and also for Ye Qingfeng’s good. Who is the Saint Heir? He’s a core figure of the Church Court. If he dies, do you think the European Church will just let it go?"

"When the Church Court’s power comes out in full—Saint Heirs, elders, Great Elder, and even the Pope—how terrifying will that be? Don’t mention you lot, even Ye Kill God won’t be able to resist!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone’s expressions changed.

Right, behind the Saint Heir still stood the Church Court!

Everyone had only been caring about the thrill of the moment and almost forgotten this, nearly causing a great disaster!

"Ye Kill God, please stop. Even for your own sake, don’t casually offend the Church Court!"

"Yeah, we already vented our anger by killing Elder Feipu. If you kill the Saint Heir, then between you and the Church Court there’ll be no room left to maneuver, it’ll be Undying!"

"Senior Ye, stop. The Church Court’s power is too strong, it spans the entire European Continent, with countless countries’ geniuses and experts, its mystery unfathomable. Even you might not be able to withstand it!"

Everyone shouted one after another, partly for their own safety, afraid the European Church would break into Huaxia.

On the other hand, they truly were worried about Ye Qingfeng. Though Ye Kill God was powerful, the Church Court was a colossal existence, the ruler of a Mainland.

Unshakable!

Even though they very much wanted the Saint Heir dead, everyone still grit their teeth and shouted.

"This is what everyone thinks, Ye Kill God, stop!" Huang Long said calmly, his gaze heavy. "Don’t bring disaster down on yourself and your country!"

"Ridiculous!"

Ye Qingfeng let out a cold laugh. A sense of unease immediately rose in Huang Long’s heart. Ye Qingfeng raised his hand slightly and pinched a Magic Formulas.

"Boom!" The Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain exploded, setting off towering waves that swept outward. Its power was no less than a thousand-ton TNT-class missile; the entire Cliff Lake shattered in an instant.

The huge waves surged forward, directly blasting Huang Long out of the air. The tremendous force left him no way to resist.

The people in the inner circle all went pale. A group of War Emperor Strong People hurriedly acted together to block the residual power of the explosion, or else the ordinary Martial Artists behind them would suffer!

Just the shockwaves were terrifying enough; the power at the center of the blast could be imagined.

The already heavily injured Saint Heir was unquestionably dead!

"Killed, Ye Kill God really killed the Saint Heir!"

"Sigh, now he’s in danger. Once the Church Court’s power moves, the Martial Arts of the whole world will tremble. No matter how powerful Ye Kill God is, he’s still just one man; how can he possibly fight them?"

"Ye Kill God is Ye Kill God—still so violent, without taboos. It feels good, sure, but he’s thrown himself into a crisis!"

Light flickered in everyone’s eyes. Seeing the Saint Heir die miserably, their hearts felt incomparably refreshed.

The Saint Heir who had wantonly humiliated Huaxia was killed, so of course it felt good, but Ye Qingfeng was now in danger.

Though quite a few had originally disliked Ye Qingfeng, at this point Ye Qingfeng had basically fought for the country’s honor. Many Martial Artists were even starting to like this cold-blooded God of Kill.

"Ye Qingfeng, you’re courting death. Killing the Saint Heir means not only you, but our Chinese Martial Arts will suffer along with you!" Huang Long flew back again.

He had been flung away by the blast and suffered minor injuries, making his heart full of complaints!

"Ye Qingfeng is winning glory for the country, venting our anger for Huaxia. If the Church Court dares to mobilize its full forces, do you think our nation will sit by and watch?" At this moment someone stepped out—it was Lu Qi of Hundred Herbs Hall.

"That’s right, Ye Qingfeng is Huaxia’s hero. You’re so afraid of the Church Court—how are you any different from those traitors who fear protracted war?" Lin Yanran of Qingxin Pavilion also stood out.

"We’re willing to support Ye Qingfeng!"

"Us too!"

Quite a few Jiangdong Sect forces stood out as well. They had received Ye Qingfeng’s favor; Ye Qingfeng had once gifted them many Elixirs.

This act moved many people, who stepped out one after another to support Ye Qingfeng.

They’d had no dealings with Ye Qingfeng, only heard of his monstrous talent and brutality, but at this moment Ye Qingfeng was the hero of Huaxia.

Huang Long’s face was as ugly as it could get; he hadn’t expected so many people to oppose him.

"Fine, fine, just wait and bear the consequences yourselves!" Huang Long let out cold laughs again and again, resentment surging in his heart.