Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"Ye Qingfeng, what exactly brings you to our Church Court? Speak!"

At this moment, a War Emperor Elder from the Church Court stepped forward.

It must be said, the Church Court indeed has its heritage; even after losing so many people, they still have over thirty elders.

These are all War Emperor Strong People.

"That is not the tone you should be using." The figure in black gently reached out, squeezed in mid-air, and that elder’s body directly exploded, transforming into a mist of blood.

"You!"

The faces of over thirty elders and a thousand Church Court members instantly changed wildly; with one sentence, this person had killed one of their elders.

That was a War Emperor Strong Person!

However, remembering the methods of this God of Kill, who not only killed thousands but also had the Church Court’s Saint Heir, protectors, and Great Elder all die by his hand.

What’s a mere War Emperor Elder.

Ye Qingfeng hovered in the air, his expression indifferent, as if he had just squashed a mosquito, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

Church Court members gritted their teeth, yet none dared to step forward and reproach him.

"Ye Kill God, what exactly do you want? Please speak!"

An old man finally stood forward.

His tone was much more respectful than the elder before.

"Take control of the Church Court, or destroy it!" Ye Qingfeng said calmly.

"What, you actually want to subdue our Church Court, that’s simply a joke. Our Church Court has stood proudly on the European Continent for hundreds of years, how can it be subdued by someone like you with yellow skin!"

A middle-aged elder suddenly cursed angrily, full of spirit.

"Fine, very courageous!"

Ye Qingfeng nodded, extending a hand slightly, and in the air, a large hand suddenly reached out toward this person.

"I don’t believe you are that powerful!" This person swung a blade toward Ye Qingfeng.

"Crunch!"

The palm instantly grabbed the person, immense force squeezed, blood gushed out instantly; this person bled from all seven orifices, losing life.

"Elder Mai Zhe!"

At this moment, three disciples cried out, they seemed to have a close relationship with Elder Mai Zhe; their expressions were furious, eyes filled with killing intent, hostile toward Ye Qingfeng.

"Ha..."

Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly, with a wave of his robe, Gang Wind swept out.

Instantly, these three disciples bled profusely, their bodies crisscrossed with wounds, completely cut by countless swords, thus falling.

Countless Church Court members faces wildly changed, their hearts trembling continuously, filled with resentment yet fear, but none dared to act.

Not even daring to make a sound or glance at Ye Qingfeng.

"Ye Kill God, these three disciples merely glanced at you, why must you be this tyrannical and cold-blooded?" The blond old man shook his head slightly, his words somewhat bitter.

"In the future... you will get used to it gradually." Ye Qingfeng said.

The old man’s face instantly became bitter.

Has the once glorious and grand Church Court finally come to this step? The moment the Great Elder died tragically, this outcome was already destined.

"Ye Kill God, even if our Church Court submits, what’s the use? You must know, our Church Court still has the Pope’s presence. Currently, the Pope is wandering the Four Seas, whereabouts unknown, causing our Church Court’s power to decline."

The old man stared at Ye Qingfeng, gritting his teeth.

"So, even if we submit, when the Pope returns, you will surely pay a terrible price."

"How about this, let’s stop now, grievances wiped clean. When the Pope returns, he won’t come looking for you."

Ye Qingfeng slightly frowned, coldly saying, "You talk too much nonsense, just tell me whether to submit or not resist. A mere garbage Pope dares to threaten me, when he returns, I will slay him with One Sword."

"Outrageous!"

"To insult the Pope, audacious, you demon will eventually be punished."

"Too outrageous, daring to insult the Pope, you are courting death!"

"When the Pope returns, that’ll be your death day!"

"..."

Reprimanding sounds arose, the Pope was the faith in these disciples’ hearts, he was a god-like existence.

Even under Ye Qingfeng’s threat, they dared to threaten Ye Qingfeng.

"Courting death!"

Ye Qingfeng’s eyes were icy, with a casual wave, the disciple who had just spoken was instantly pierced, his body riddled with wounds, falling to the ground.

A dozen disciples again bled, their bodies lying on the square, under the sunlight, the blood was glaring.

Tyrannical!

Too tyrannical!

Many Church Court members and elders clenched their teeth tightly, fists tightly clenched, lowered their heads, anger burning in their eyes.

But Ye Qingfeng was indifferent.

Whether these people are convinced or hate him, he really doesn’t care.

Hatred, it doesn’t matter, you can’t show it.

Show it and you die!

Even if you bitterly wish to tear him into pieces in your heart, you still have to act extremely respectful and complete Ye Qingfeng’s tasks.

This is Ye Qingfeng’s style, almost brute-force tyrannical.

Under Ye Qingfeng’s powerful strength, these people have no choice but to submit. As for whether they would betray if their strength exceeded Ye Qingfeng, it would definitely happen.

However, Ye Qingfeng is confident he can suppress these people for a lifetime, he is the God of Kill of the Cultivation World, a mere Church Court is incapable of causing a ripple.

"Ye Kill God, please stop, our Church Court is willing to submit!" The old man shook his head and said, his voice somewhat hoarse, clearly feeling extremely unwell inside.

They were the lofty Church Court, now being bullied like this.

"That’s more like it." Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly.

"Kneel!"

The old man turned and called out, then leading by example, directly knelt before Ye Qingfeng.

"Elder!"

"No, elder!"

A group of disciples cried out, their voices shrill, some even weeping directly.

These are all men, Martial Artists, members of the lofty Church Court, yet unable to restrain their tears, one can imagine how aggrieved.

Extremely unbearable.

"Stop crying, all kneel!"

The old man knelt on the ground, commanded harshly.

A group of elders and disciples, tears streaming, teeth nearly shattered, could only kneel weakly, their heads bowed deeply.

Anyone who could see these disciples’ eyes would see the hatred in their eyes.

Hidden in their hearts.

Ye Qingfeng naturally knew this, but it didn’t matter to him.

"I will not kneel, in this world, only the Pope deserves our kneeling!"

"Disciples of Church Court, fight with us!"

"With such insult to our Church Court, I will die but kill you!"

Three elders stood forward, dozens of disciples shouted, unleashing angry roars.

"Kill!"

The three War Emperor Elders, and dozens of disciples, rushed through the crowd, instantly wielding weapons to slash toward Ye Qingfeng.

The three War Emperor Elders, and dozens of disciples, attacked angrily, their momentum was extraordinary, tides surged, waves of Gang Wind, fiercely attacked Ye Qingfeng, sweeping forward.