Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"Kill!"

"Swish!" "Swish!"

Having abandoned his defenses, Ye Qingfeng began his slaughter, like a Demon God. As his longsword danced, blood continuously splattered forth.

These so-called unkillable War Emperor strong people, in Ye Qingfeng’s hands, were like ants, easily crushed and slaughtered!

Bodies fell directly from the sky.

"Is this still human? These martial artists, invincible existences, fallen in the hands of Ye Qingfeng like this!"

"This person is a demon, a God of Kill!"

Upon Miwu Mountain, the remaining martial artists cried out in shock. Many of them, genius disciples unable to join the battle, watched their sect’s elders being slain.

Others, who chose not to act, were War Emperor strong people. Their hearts trembled endlessly, cold sweat dripping, feeling incredibly fortunate.

"I swear, in this lifetime, never to provoke this demon, no matter the temptation!" These War Emperor strong people whispered in their hearts.

"Ye Qingfeng!"

Kong Ningshuang’s eyes trembled slightly.

She couldn’t believe the scene before her, the sheer shock of it. The usually lofty War Emperor strong people, casually slaughtered by Ye Qingfeng, a mortal martial artist.

At this moment, Ye Qingfeng seemed like an invincible divine.

Recalling her previous contempt for Ye Qingfeng, and like others, she held a faint sense of arrogance, superiority over the Ancient Martial World.

However, even Ye Qingfeng’s disciple Ye Bufan crushed all the prodigies of the Ancient Martial World, nearly a devil.

And Ye Qingfeng, moreover, battled the War Emperors. His adversaries had long ceased to be these geniuses; they were renowned old monsters.

"Yiyi, your insight is the sharpest, the best." Kong Ningshuang’s eyes trembled slightly, her body also quaking, her small hand gently clenching.

"I was wrong—"

"Kill!"

Ye Qingfeng’s deep growl behind him caused strange phenomena to surge, boundless blood energy and immense pressure sufficing to cause these strong people’s hearts to stifle and their actions to slow down.

Yet Ye Qingfeng showed no mercy, slaughtering wantonly, letting the blood dye his robes red.

"These people are the pillars of the Central Sect World of the Ancient Martial World. With their deaths, the entire Ancient Martial World’s strength will decline by a level!"

"This demon, I wish never to see again in this lifetime."

The remaining people of the Ancient Martial World exclaimed.

People at the foot of the mountain trembled, filled with immense fear. Even from the base, they could feel the overwhelming killing intent.

Ye Qingfeng’s killing intent, even the slightest leak, suffices to make ordinary people bow to the ground.

They gazed at the youth, his longsword dancing, blood flying horizontally, countless bodies of strong people falling.

They watched, nearly breathless.

"This killing intent feels undefeatable, even facing so many strong people!"

"If we were as strong as him, how wonderful the world would be!"

The tourists at the mountain’s base sighed, gazing at Ye Qingfeng with both envy and yearning.

Ye Qingfeng had become divine!

An unparalleled God of Kill! Continuously swinging his sword, slashing, devouring.

War Emperor strong people, before Ye Qingfeng, were like cabbage, casually sliced.

His sword, like a startling rainbow, fierce, sharp, carrying endless slaughter, crazily rushing into these War Emperor strong people.

No one could stop him!

"Ah! No!"

A War Emperor strong person screamed, his leg severed by Ye Qingfeng, nearly losing the ability to escape.

"Don’t! Don’t kill me, I’ll immediately withdraw Feihe Manor, I guarantee never to attack you again!" This person crazily shouted.

"Swish!"

Ye Qingfeng once again slashed toward his arm, only cutting halfway, blood flowed out, spraying in the air.

"Swish!"

With another sword strike, Ye Qingfeng completely severed his left arm, then another strike, cutting toward his right arm, blood pouring.

"No, no, I am willing to compensate, I am willing to compensate, hand over everything!" This person had gone mad, a War Emperor strong person, frightened into losing his wits.

"I only want—you dead!"

Ye Qingfeng’s voice became hoarse, his countenance long bereft of its past grace, containing only endless vicious energy.

Behind him, the crimson terrifying illusion suddenly surged out, transforming into the Power of Devouring, directly swallowing the War Emperor strong person. In an instant, the illusion returned behind Ye Qingfeng, and the person fell directly, becoming a mummy.

"Too terrifying!"

"This person is a demon, an enemy of the world, quickly destroy him!"

"This child, if not slain, is a disaster for the Ancient Martial World, a disaster for the entire world. He must be killed!"

Strong people from the Ancient Martial World exclaimed in fear, Ye Qingfeng’s cold-blooded bloodshed and terrifying methods filled him with dread.

Ye Qingfeng’s talent, everyone already knew, if not slain, would cause endless troubles.

Thus, Ye Qingfeng, must die!

Ye Qingfeng indeed was a disaster now, a nightmare, currently a nightmare for all the War Emperor strong people acting.

"Jointly attack, kill him!"

Someone shouted, they hesitated no more, launching their strongest attack, all sects’ most powerful killing moves, suddenly attacking Ye Qingfeng.

Various fist powers, palm power, blade light, sword qi, all cutting toward Ye Qingfeng, the terrifying nature of so many strong people’s assault.

"Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain!"

Ye Qingfeng’s expression was chilly, once again using the Divine Sword Hall’s killing move, Ye Qingfeng’s own divine skills, whether Daylight Slash or Leaving Fire Golden Eyes, were single-target attacks.

Yet Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain was the best group attack skill.

Originally, Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain had only eighteen sword qies at most, yet in Ye Qingfeng’s hands, he forcibly reached twenty-one sword qis, power surged, becoming one of Ye Qingfeng’s great killing moves.

Ye Qingfeng knew that twenty-one sword qis were not Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain’s limit.

The so-called creator of the Mystic Rain Silk Sword could only produce seventeen sword qis, a complete fabrication.

One terrifying sword qi after another was unleashed by Ye Qingfeng. He formed sword techniques, Futu Sword emitted dazzling cold light, each and every captivating sword qi created a terrifying hellish sword domain.

Twenty-one sword qis, complete! The sword domain immediately enveloped all War Emperor strong people.

Terrifying slaughter also began instantly.

Sword light appeared anytime in the dark sword domain, slicing through these people, blood gushed instantly, even those basic-level War Emperor martial artists would be directly slain by sword qi!

At this moment, a rainbow appeared in the sky.

It was Gu Qingxian, carrying Ge Min! Shooting swiftly.

When he arrived atop Miwu Mountain, landing outside the array, he was utterly shocked by the scene before him.

"Elder, these are—" Ge Min was astounded beyond compare.

On this mountain, corpses fell everywhere, blood flowed freely, remains, severed limbs, scattered all around.

"These are all War Emperor strong people of the Ancient Martial World, they’re all dead!" Gu Qingxian exclaimed hoarsely, looking to the sky, where War Emperor strong people continued to fall.

"These—were all killed by Ye Qingfeng, how is it possible!?" Ge Min was shocked, his body even trembled.

So many War Emperor strong people, invincible in the mortal world, now scattered like dead dogs on Miwu Mountain.