Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"Do you think this can hurt me? The power of a Peak War Emperor is beyond your imagination!"

"Desperate Spear, break for me!"

Ling Wuxiong roared, the long spear dancing with fierce strength, attempting to break through the Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain.

However, the power of this move was beyond what he could imagine, and so was Ye Qingfeng’s realm.

After all, he was the Nine Tribulations Immortal Venerable, even if there was a gap in realm, Ye Qingfeng’s killing move couldn’t be ignored.

"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!"

Countless strands of Sword Qi passed over Ling Wuxiong, instantly slashing down, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, landing on Ling Wuxiong.

Blood spurted out instantly!

The Sword Qi grew more and more numerous, Ling Wuxiong was overwhelmed, and the scars on his body multiplied, with much blood flowing from him already.

"Is the Xuanyu Silk Sword really this terrifying?"

"The Xuanyu Silk Sword isn’t this terrifying, but a Sword Domain composed of twenty-one strands of Xuanyu Silk Sword Qi, who has seen that?"

The Ancient Martial World was already dumbstruck, watching the flustered, bleeding Ling Wuxiong, their hearts pounded as if struck by a great drum, incredibly shocked.

"A Sword Dao prodigy. If this person were a disciple of the Divine Sword Hall, how wonderful it would be; he would surely lead our Divine Sword Hall to greater glory!" A person from the Divine Sword Hall showed a regretful expression in his eyes.

"Boom!"

The Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain was finally broken through by Ling Wuxiong, but he was now covered in scars, blood blooming, just like Ye Qingfeng before.

"I said, you will die!"

Ye Qingfeng was utterly indifferent, filled with killing intent.

"You little bastard, you angered me, and if I don’t kill you today, I swear I am not human!"

Ling Wuxiong was filled with towering rage, attacking Ye Qingfeng with endless fury.

The long spear danced, stirring the Heaven and Earth Power between heaven and earth, wind and clouds surged, this spear seemed as though it could tear the heavens asunder.

"Desperate Spear!"

This time, it was clearly Ling Wuxiong’s deadly strike, unleashing formidable power, more terrifying than the previous move.

Ye Qingfeng’s expression was calm and composed, as he formed Magic Formulas, the Futu Sword in his hand suddenly disappeared.

"Daylight Slash!"

This move originally required consuming a great amount of Divine Sense, Ye Qingfeng could only use it once at a time, but now, he could use it twice.

This was Ye Qingfeng’s most powerful killing move.

"Whoosh!"

The Daylight Slash appeared once more, its speed surpassed the speed of sound, creating a sonic boom, blazing flames trailed a long tail.

"Puff!"

The Futu Sword pierced into Ling Wuxiong’s body, it was too fast, he couldn’t react at all, unable to evade.

Blood gushed out like a fountain immediately!

"Die for me!"

Ye Qingfeng was utterly indifferent, the Futu Sword in his hand emitted a brilliant light, killing intent soaring, aiming to completely slay Ling Wuxiong!

"Stop!"

At this moment, a cold voice rang out.

Ye Qingfeng stopped!

Amid the array, a person from the Ancient Martial World held a child’s neck with one hand.

This person was Ma Gu, and the child in his hand was Ye Bufan.

He was extremely weak, severely injured, but had received treatment, and still had strength in his hands.

Meanwhile, Ye Bufan was also severely injured, his meridians sealed.

He had no ability to resist.

Ma Gu’s face was hideous, staring at Ye Qingfeng, his eyes blazing with anger, he shouted harshly, "Ye Qingfeng, stop immediately, or I will strangle him!"

Everyone was stunned.

No one expected that Ma Gu would pull out this child as a threat at this moment.

The hearts of the Ancient Martial World immediately understood, it turns out because of this child, this young man fought his way to Miwu Mountain, going to war with the Luosheng Sect at all costs?

Is this his child? These two, indeed they are both monstrous devils!

Ye Qingfeng’s expression was cold.

His gaze met Ye Bufan’s slightly.

At this moment, Ye Bufan, with his meridians sealed, could do nothing, but his eyes, Ye Qingfeng could see clearly.

The hidden deep grief, hatred, and helplessness!

This was just a poor child, a disabled child with one arm.

Ling Wuxiong landed, blood still flowing, having endured the Daylight Slash, at this moment Ling Wuxiong had lost his combat effectiveness, if Ye Qingfeng struck, he could instantly kill him.

"Haha, worthy of being my disciple!"

Ling Wuxiong shouted excitedly, then crawled towards the Transmission Array.

Yes, crawled!

He had lost the ability to move, severely injured.

The people of the Ancient Martial World were speechless, Ling Wuxiong was proud even at this time, their methods could be described as extremely shameless.

Threats?

Facing a mortal young man, using others as a threat?

Is this still the Luosheng Sect, reputed as one of the Four Directions Great Hall?

"This young man, too terrifying, actually forced the Luosheng Sect to such a state!" Someone in the Ancient Martial World exclaimed.

The atmosphere fell silent in an instant.

No one spoke, Ye Qingfeng was silent, standing in the air.

The only movement was the silent crawling of Ling Wuxiong.

"This young man is too terrifying, once I return, I must gather the sect’s experts to slay him!" Ling Wuxiong thought angrily.

He looked at the array not far away, showing joy.

"Ye Qingfeng, now, cut off your own arms, or he dies!" Ma Gu’s voice sounded again.

A cold glint shot from Ye Qingfeng’s eyes.

Facing Ma Gu.

Ma Gu’s body suddenly trembled, that extremely icy gaze flashed a crimson gleam, instilling fear.

"Ye Qingfeng, cut off your own arms, or I will kill him!" Ma Gu gritted his teeth, filled with rage, the strength in his hands kept increasing.

Ye Bufan’s face had already turned bright red, losing breath, his neck was about to be crushed.

Cut off his own arms!

Or, Ye Bufan dies! Ye Qingfeng faced a choice!

Cold and determined, Ye Qingfeng’s gaze seemed to flicker, faintly, a trace of red gleam appeared.

"Quick, hurry!" Fear rose in Ma Gu’s heart, but his face showed extreme ferocity.

"Ye Qingfeng—"

Kong Ningshuang’s heart trembled, looking at Ye Qingfeng.

She wanted to save the child, but Ma Gu had already noticed her, any slightest move would make Ma Gu strike without hesitation.

Everyone watched Ma Gu’s hideous demeanor, at this moment, he no longer had the elegance of that peerless genius, like a demon who had lost his mind.

"All of this was forced by Ye Qingfeng, this mortal Martial Artist, too terrifying!" Everyone thought in their hearts.

The top genius of the Ancient Martial World had been reduced to such a state.

Ye Bufan was increasingly uncomfortable, unable to breathe, his throat about to shatter, he had no resistance.

But, his gaze was incomparably calm.

This child, rescued by Ye Qingfeng from the bottom layer, facing death, was extraordinarily serene.

Only at this moment, in his eyes, suddenly, there was a flash of red, that scarlet color.

Ye Bufan’s heart stirred slightly, this was a familiar feeling, he often had such killing intent.