Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"Is the cultivation of an Intermediate War Emperor the basis of your arrogance?" Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly, speaking with great calmness.

The figure’s pupils suddenly contracted slightly, and he stared coldly at Ye Qingfeng, exclaiming in surprise, "You can actually discern my cultivation level."

One’s cultivation can be judged through their aura, but usually, it’s high-level martial artists who can see the cultivation of lower-level martial artists.

Yet lower-level martial artists cannot perceive the strength hierarchy of higher-level martial artists because they have never reached that cultivation level and can’t deeply comprehend it.

It’s like someone on top of a mountain can overlook the people below, whereas those at the bottom find it difficult to gaze up at the peak.

The figure was shaken internally; this young man was indeed quite peculiar. The mysterious ancient nation of Huaxia harbors such devil-like figures.

"You’re talking nonsense. You, a mere martial artist at the War King Realm, dare to look down on a War Emperor strongman. Without reaching the War Emperor level, you simply cannot understand the power of this realm!"

The figure stated coldly and arrogantly.

"Is it powerful? Haven’t people from the Hanxing Li Family told you that the group’s Nang Yan Gui has already been slain by me?"

Ye Qingfeng said indifferently.

"What, Nang Yan Gui from the Dark Department is dead, and it’s at your hands?" The figure trembled and exclaimed in shock.

It’s no wonder he was so surprised. The gap between War Emperor and War King realm martial artists is truly vast. A martial artist at the War King realm who can kill a War Emperor strongman must indeed be a heaven-defying genius.

"However, this young man does seem somewhat devilish!" The figure sighed inwardly.

"Heh, even if you killed Nang Yan Gui, so what? I am an Intermediate War Emperor strongman, and he was only a Basic-level War Emperor. Do you think the gap between us is just a little?"

The figure spoke coldly.

"Gap? They’re just seeking death, worthless!" Ye Qingfeng laughed lightly, full of disdain.

"Truly an ignorant fellow, arrogant and self-important. Are all the geniuses in Huaxia as foolish as you?" The figure remarked coldly.

"I’ll give you one more chance, join our Haidong Martial Arts Hall, and I’ll spare your life!"

"We are undoubtedly stronger than you can imagine!"

The figure’s words made Ye Qingfeng raise an eyebrow slightly. He originally thought this Haidong Martial Arts Hall was just an organization in Korea; now it seems to be a large international entity.

Moreover, it wasn’t restricted by any country or conglomerate; truly arrogant. Even Ye Qingfeng was quite wary when facing the superpower Huaxia.

"Unfortunately, compared to that, compared to that, I desire your life more!"

Ye Qingfeng shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing a trace of excitement as he looked at the black-clad figure.

Black Evil Energy!

The cultivation technique of this black-clad figure is the same as that of the Sha Lord of the Ren Sha Sect, relying on Black Evil Energy for cultivation. For Little Yue and Piao Xue, who cultivate the Ice Heart Killing Technique, it’s a precious supplement.

Ye Qingfeng slightly moved his wrist, and the Futu Sword was instantly infused with Spiritual Power. In an instant, scorching magma flowed over the Futu Sword as if flames were rising from it.

"Burn everything!"

"Foolhardy!"

The figure showed no fear, and a burst of black mist rolled over him. With a clattering sound, a thick white metal chain, the size of an arm, dropped from both sides of him.

His weapon is this metal chain, white yet entwined with black mist, appearing chilly and terrifying.

"Interesting!"

With his keen eyes, he could naturally see this metal chain wasn’t a common item.

"Seek your death, now die for me!"

The figure let out a cold laugh, his strength as an Intermediate War Emperor bursting forth instantly, engulfing the whole mountaintop in black mist, with howling Fierce Ghosts around.

In a moment, this place turned into a hell on earth. If ordinary people were passing by, they might be scared to death.

"My Soul-locking Array, once you’re trapped in it, don’t even think about escaping!"

The figure was hidden in the black mist all over the sky, unseen except for his hoarse voice of triumph, eerie and terrifying.

"Child’s play!"

Ye Qingfeng stared coldly; even such a minor trick dares claim to be a grand array, absolutely laughable. With Ye Qingfeng’s Divine Sense, how could he not see that this place was set up by this figure long ago? But he simply didn’t care.

Ye Qingfeng drew several slashes, fiery-red sword light dancing, transforming into air-cutting blades, capable of shredding everything, but the figure was unseen. These several sword lights chopped down dozens of trees but to no avail.

"Haha, you can never hit me, just wait for your death quietly!"

The arrogant voice shouted.

Ye Qingfeng inadvertently chuckled lightly, then murmured indifferently, "Daylight Slash!"

"Swoosh!"

The Daylight Slash suddenly lashed out, brilliant fiery-red light burst forth, illuminating all the black mist, and returned instantly to Ye Qingfeng’s hand.

"Ah!"

The figure screamed, falling onto the ground; a deep bone-revealing wound suddenly appeared on his abdomen.

"Impossible, how did you find me? Even Mid-level War Emperor strongmen couldn’t find me that easily!" The figure exclaimed in horror.

Ye Qingfeng’s heart remained calm. He had Divine Sense, finding this guy was really easy. Previously drawing several sword lights was just to paralyze him, to directly use the Daylight Slash to kill him in one blow.

After all, with his current Divine Sense, he could only use the Daylight Slash once. If used twice, it would be somewhat damaging to the Divine Sense.

"Didn’t kill you, interesting!"

Ye Qingfeng was quite interested as he stared at the figure, as if studying an intriguing entity.

He had deliberately used some small means but hadn’t killed this figure; quite impressive.

He focused on the figure and noticed that amidst the enveloping black mist, there was a set of close-fitting soft armor, seemingly made of liquid; it adhered softly but was extremely tough, actually saving this person’s life from Ye Qingfeng’s deadly Daylight Slash.

"No fluctuations of Spiritual Power, is it made by modern technology? Quite interesting." Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly.

This figure was already a strong Intermediate War Emperor, and yet using this technologically manufactured soft armor was indeed somewhat intriguing.

"What a powerful killing move!"

The figure stared at Ye Qingfeng, his eyes flickering. Clearly, Ye Qingfeng’s strength exceeded his expectations.

"War Emperor strongmen aren’t that formidable, it seems; just so-so!" Ye Qingfeng said indifferently.

His Futu Sword Rock Melt flowed with terrifying flames; his disdainful tone stoked the figure’s simmering anger. He had never suffered such humiliation.