Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"Boom!"

At this moment, Zhong Ming’s punch struck Huang Long, leaving him in a miserable state, blood splattering, his body battered and broken, in extreme agony.

"Ah!"

Huang Long was so enraged he spat blood, yet he had no place to resist, being smashed ruthlessly into the ground by Zhong Ming’s punch.

A large hand reached out, Zhong Ming lifted Huang Long out, coldly shouting: "Is there anyone in this world who can kill you?"

Fear flickered in Huang Long’s eyes, and he urgently said: "If you kill me, the Church won’t let you go, they have promised me!"

"Humph, the Church! They will be destroyed by the instructor sooner or later, what is the mere Church in the eyes of the instructor!" Zhong Ming said coldly.

"Haha, the mere Church, what arrogance!" Huang Long laughed loudly, no longer caring about the blood he was spitting, "When you see your instructor being suppressed by the Church, trampled underfoot, you’ll know how foolish your words are now!"

"When you see the instructor destroy the Church single-handedly, you’ll know what seeing the sky from the bottom of a well truly means!" Zhong Ming also sneered coldly, dismissively saying,

"The instructor’s realm is not something you can comprehend."

Realm, what realm does he have?

No matter how great the realm, he’s still human!

Huang Long sneered inwardly, he refused to believe how remarkable this Ye Qingfeng could be.

"Haha, ridiculous, all of you from Ye Qingfeng’s sect are incredibly arrogant, how would you know the Church’s immense power!" Huang Long shouted, unwilling to believe.

"Then just watch slowly!"

Zhong Ming suddenly struck out, with a few "crack" sounds, directly breaking Huang Long’s limbs, making him scream in agony.

"Ah! The Church won’t spare you, just wait to be buried alongside Ye Qingfeng!" Huang Long roared in pain.

"Keep it up!"

Zhong Ming directly threw Huang Long into the giant pit he had smashed open, letting him watch the battle in the sky, then turned around to charge into the Church Knights.

"Boom!"

Zhong Ming’s invincible body dove in, like a tiger unleashed, stirring massive waves, striking relentlessly.

Terrifying!

Zhong Ming’s combat strength, especially his robust treasure body, seemed invincible in this battle, significantly easing the pressure on Huaxia Martial Artists.

"Ye Kill God’s disciple has made a move, amazing!"

"So powerful, worthy of being Ye Kill God’s disciple, simply terrifying, a humanoid barbaric beast!"

The crowd exclaimed in surprise, overjoyed.

"Swish!"

At that moment, a spray of blood was shed.

"Swish swish swish!!"

Blood swept across, unknown when, a dozen black figures suddenly appeared, looming in the darkness, striking mercilessly.

The Church knights couldn’t find any trace of these black figures, nearly instantaneously, their lives were snatched away at blinding speed.

Born assassins!

The crowd was shocked, exclaiming: "Who are these people? Such terrifying combat power!"

"Divine Court!"

Zhong Ming spat out coldly, "This is the power of my master, the instructor!"

Ye Qingfeng’s power again!

The crowd was speechless, wondering just how powerful Ye Qingfeng was.

These women, each with a graceful figure, not saying their beauty is earth-shattering, but each is a top beauty, and surprisingly, in his hands, they were supreme blades, slaughtering coldly, used for ambushes and assassinations, incredibly powerful.

"Kill!"

Zhou Qing, the leader of Divine Court, coldly shouted, and Divine Court struck again instantly, blood spraying under the gaze.

The Church knights were trembling with fear, these Huaxia martial artists were too terrifying.

They wanted to escape, but it wasn’t so easy. In the hands of Zhong Ming, Little Yue, and Divine Court, they were easily harvested, blood staining the ground red.

Huang Long’s face changed wildly, they hadn’t realized how strong Ye Qingfeng’s power in his hands was.

If Ye Qingfeng won, he would certainly die!

"Even if they win, so what? Ye Qingfeng, you are absolutely not a match for the Church!" Huang Long gritted his teeth and shouted, his teeth almost shattering, blood spilling out.

Hatred overwhelming!

"Boom!"

In the sky, murderous intent surged, too many strong ones, even Ye Qingfeng needed to contend with powerhouses, the all-encompassing Heaven and Earth Power, suppressing everything, crushing like decay.

"Sword!"

Ye Qingfeng roared, the Futu Sword instantly summoned, immediately reaching the peak state, blazing flames burning, scorching the heavens, the surrounding water vapor evaporated.

The void twisted for a moment.

"Slash!"

The Futu Sword fell, Ye Qingfeng initiated the strongest slaughter, earth-shattering, thirty elders’ faces changed wildly, heaven was powerful, sword qi soared, rising to the sky, like a peerless Sword God.

"Block him!"

Seven foreign strong ones shouted, roaring fiercely.

"Who can stop me!" Ye Qingfeng was dominant and invincible, traversing the void, the Futu Sword exploding, sword light sweeping.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Ye Qingfeng was furious, slaughtering coldly, terrifyingly invincible.

Thirty elders frantically struck, trying to impede, but at this moment, Ye Qingfeng, like a fierce dragon, crushed everything, unstoppable.

"Swish!"

Blood bloomed, spraying out, vividly in memory.

"So what about the Church, I, Ye Qingfeng, shall suppress all enemies under heaven!"

Ye Qingfeng coldly struck, his large hand suppressing, golden light flashing, the Futu Sword erupting again, flames surging.

With one swing, he sliced horizontally, the massive sword light forming a fifty-meter arc, cutting through the void, chilling to the core.

Blood sprayed instantly.

Under Ye Qingfeng’s sword, many elders were injured, faces changed wildly, some had their bodies sliced, bones visible, some faces pale, spitting large amounts of blood.

A Saint Heir’s face changed, shouting: "Hua Xia Slaughter God, how terrifying!"

"Thirty elders, seven strong ones from various countries, can’t even match up to one Hua Xia Slaughter God?"

"Ruben, should we act?" A Saint Heir asked aloud.

"Wait a little longer." Ruben smiled lightly, utterly calm, "These strong ones haven’t exhausted their efforts yet."

"Without them, we’d miss some competition."

Saying this, he casually glanced at the Japan Sword Saint, Mei Chuan Xiaoci, alongside him.

Ye Qingfeng was enraged, the Futu Sword dancing wildly, initiating the supreme slaughter power, causing heaven and earth to tremble, all elders shuddering, blood flowing profusely.

The battle below was already a situation of collapse, only requiring harvesting.

Someone looked up, witnessing this scene, exclaiming: "Ye Kill God, so powerful!"

"Ye Kill God, this is the true Ye Kill God, no one knows where his power limits are, unfathomable!"

"Like the War God, Ye Kill God’s charisma hasn’t appeared in thousands of years."

"This grace rivals the Qinglian Sword Immortal Li Taibai of the past, alone with one sword, a pot of coarse wine, can face thousands of armies!"

Everyone sighed in awe, mentally shocked and amazed by Ye Qingfeng’s ferocious grace.

Unimaginable!

There truly exists such a devil in the world!