Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"So this is the so-called Xuanyu Silk Sword? Such a simple move. Let it be the one to end you!" Ye Qingfeng said indifferently.

Under the shocked gazes of Dugu Xiao and Tu Ba, Ye Qingfeng actually pinched out another strand of Sword Qi, forming a vast Sword Domain.

Perfect!

Ye Qingfeng’s Sword Domain was simply perfect, unimaginably terrifying. A Sword Domain formed by twenty Xuanyu Silk Swords, carrying endless Power of Slaughter, roared toward Dugu Xiao. This was a move that could not be matched!

"Swoosh!"

The Sword Domain formed by twenty strands of Xuanyu Silk Sword Qi wrapped around Dugu Xiao; the razor-sharp Sword Qi hacked at him in a berserk frenzy.

The Soul-breaking Sword in his hand danced wildly as he tried to block, but the Xuanyu Silk Sword Domain formed by twenty strands of Sword Qi was simply too terrifying. The horrifying Sword Qi slashed down on Dugu Xiao’s body.

"Ah! Ah!"

Dugu Xiao couldn’t help but cry out in shock. Stripes of bloody wounds had already appeared on his body, deep enough to see bone, incomparably horrifying.

"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!"

Strand after strand of Sword Qi fell upon Dugu Xiao’s body. The terrifying force left him utterly unable to resist, letting the Sword Qi strike his body at will, skin splitting and flesh bursting, the Sword Qi even piercing straight into his bones!

"Enough!"

Tu Ba finally couldn’t endure it any longer. He moved with a jolt, shooting toward Dugu Xiao, powerful Spiritual Power howling out to help him resist the ferocious Sword Qi.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Under the resistance of this War Emperor Strong People, the Xuanyu Silk Sword Domain finally dissipated, but by this time, Dugu Xiao was already covered in wounds, his body incomparably weak.

If Tu Ba hadn’t stepped in, just now this top genius of the Ancient Martial World might have fallen on the spot.

Ye Qingfeng stood where he was, incomparably cold and grim, and said in a frosty voice, "Now, take him and get lost, fast!"

Right now Ye Qingfeng only wanted to return to East River City; he didn’t want to waste any more time.

"You’re telling us to get lost? You almost killed our Luosheng Sect’s peerless genius, and now you think you can just walk away?" Tu Ba’s eyes were incomparably cold as he shouted icily.

"You little bastard, I’ll make you pay with your life!"

Ye Qingfeng’s brows knit together, his heart finally erupting like a volcano. These people provoked him again and again—did they really think Ye Qingfeng had such a good temper?

Even if this old man was an Intermediate War Emperor, Ye Qingfeng still had no fear!

"Since you’re so stubborn, then go to hell for me!"

Ye Qingfeng’s eyes turned icy. The Futu Sword surged with power and slashed fiercely toward the old man, Tu Ba.

Sky No.1 villa.

"Thud!"

Ye Bufan crashed into the wall again, another mouthful of fresh blood spurting wildly out.

He could no longer remember how many times he’d been sent flying. The young man before him was so powerful; he wasn’t his match.

Even though he had already reached Junior War King, and had obtained Ye Qingfeng’s Flying Sword and Blood Gourd, he could only barely injure Ma Gu a little—that was already his limit.

Ma Gu was already a Half-step War Emperor. When he struck with full force, carrying a razor-sharp offensive, Ye Bufan simply couldn’t withstand it.

He needed time. He had only just obtained the Flying Sword and Blood Gourd; give him some time, and he would definitely be able to fight Ma Gu.

But right now, he couldn’t!

"Kill!"

Ye Bufan stood up once more, his body already stained with blood, clothes in tatters. With his single arm gripping his sword, murderous intent flared as he charged at Ma Gu again.

"Still this stubborn?" Ma Gu’s expression was indifferent as he murmured softly, "Transcendent talent, a personality bordering on obsession—no wonder he could become such a peerless genius!"

"What a pity."

"You ran into me, Ma Gu!"

"Boom!"

Like a tiger charging down the mountain, Ma Gu’s long spear swept out again. Boundless might surged, like a downhill tiger rampaging; a spiraling shockwave directly blasted Ye Bufan flying once more.

"Pff!"

Ye Bufan spat out another mouthful of blood. His eyes seemed to turn a bit bloodshot, as though endless killing intent was roiling within them.

"Young master, you can’t keep hitting him. If this continues, this child will be beaten to death!" the old man on the side advised.

"But he’s too stubborn. With him resisting like this, we have no way of taking him away!" Ma Gu frowned.

Fire was already rising in his heart. This child was stubborn to a terrifying degree, too obsessive, as if he no longer knew pain, no longer knew what it meant to be wounded.

"Bufan!" Shui Yiyi cried out in heartache, rushing forward to scoop Ye Bufan up.

Her heart ached in grief. He was still just a teenager, yet he was fighting so bloodily, his whole body stained with blood, his eyes blood-red. His left hand gripping the sword was trembling slightly—truly heartbreaking to behold.

"Bufan, are you alright, Bufan..."

"Teacher’s wife, go first. Let me... fight again!" Ye Bufan got up, pushing Shui Yiyi aside.

One arm, one sword, his whole body dyed in blood, Ye Bufan stared coldly at Ma Gu.

Killing intent surged!

The terrifying killing intent seemed almost tangible. In Ye Bufan’s heart, it was as if endless rage was burning, ready to incinerate his mind, his consciousness entirely.

Only slaughter remained!

"What a frightening kid!" The old man couldn’t help his body trembling.

"Perfect. The more frightening he is, the more I have to have him!" Excitement flashed in Ma Gu’s eyes.

"Boom!"

Ma Gu struck again, heavily injuring Ye Bufan. His body crashed straight into the villa wall; the wall was directly pierced through, leaving a huge hole.

Ye Bufan was almost on the verge of death, all strength gone.

Yet he still struggled to stand.

"Bufan!"

Tears flowed in an instant. Shui Yiyi cried out, her heart wracked with pain.

"Swoosh!"

At this moment Ma Gu moved, flashing in front of Shui Yiyi, striking out in a flash. His slender fingers clamped directly around Shui Yiyi’s fair neck.

"You, kneel!" Ling Leng clamped Shui Yiyi’s neck, exerting a bit of force with his hand. "Otherwise, she dies!"

Boom!

It felt as if something exploded in Ye Bufan’s heart, an endless might dropping into his chest like a nuclear bomb.

The killing intent in his heart surged like giant waves, tumbling and raging within him.

Unfortunately, he no longer had any strength.

His only left hand braced against the ground, Ye Bufan used every last bit of his strength, struggling, trying to stand up.

"No... Bufan... d-don’t..." Shui Yiyi forced out a few words with difficulty.

Her delicate, tender neck was clamped tightly by Ma Gu; she couldn’t move, nor could she make a sound.

Tears flowed continuously, sliding down her cool, elegant face, like a lotus swaying in the wind, like ink splashed wantonly over a Jiangnan Water Town—so fragile it made one’s heart ache.

"She is indeed a peculiar woman, with a unique charm." Ma Gu sneered, his face still cold. "Unfortunately, I already have a woman I like!"

The strength in his hand suddenly increased!

"Ah!"

At this moment, Ye Bufan finally struggled to his feet, using all his strength to let out a hoarse roar.

His eyes turned blood-red.

"Young master, this child has extremely strong killing intent," the old man spoke again, his expression shifting. "He still wants to make a move!"

"Thud!"

But just then, Ye Bufan’s legs suddenly bent, and he dropped to his knees. He no longer had any strength; he could not fight anymore!

And Shui Yiyi was in the opponent’s hands—just a light squeeze was enough to easily take her life!