Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"Trash from the Ancient Martial World, all of you, get the hell out of here!"

At this moment, a furious roar, carrying endless killing intent, suddenly exploded across Miwu Mountain.

Trash from the Ancient Martial World!

Who dared to be this arrogant!

Everyone hurriedly looked up, only then realizing that in the sky outside Miwu Mountain, a youth was standing on a Flying Sword. He wore a white shirt, black hair whipping in the wind, like a chunk of Cold Ice, as he shouted in an icy voice.

"Who is this guy, he actually dares to be so rampant?" someone cried out in shock, filled with endless rage.

Someone actually dared insult the Ancient Martial World—was he here to die? "Ye Qingfeng, you’re Ye Qingfeng?" someone shouted angrily, extremely displeased.

Ye Qingfeng!

So that’s Ye Qingfeng—Ye Qingfeng has come!

Countless people from the Ancient Martial World were violently shaken as they nodded, staring at that Longsword wreathed in flames. Their hearts kept trembling; that domineering youth actually dared to shout and rant here.

"Ye Qingfeng, he actually still came!" Kong Ningshuang’s heart trembled, a deep worry rising.

Coming here, Ye Qingfeng was basically walking to his death.

"For Shui Yiyi, have you already decided to give up your life?" Kong Ningshuang sighed inwardly.

She hadn’t expected Ye Qingfeng, who looked so romantic and had entanglements with so many beauties, to be so devoted to Shui Yiyi, willing to come here to die.

No wonder Shui Yiyi would fall so hard for Ye Qingfeng.

"Ma Gu, Dugu Xiao, Luosheng Sect, Divine Sword Hall, all you trash and scum from the Ancient Martial World—get the hell out here!" Ye Qingfeng’s eyes were icy cold. Spiritual Power wrapped around his voice, sweeping over Miwu Mountain.

This place was covered by a Concealing Array; Ye Qingfeng could naturally see that. If they didn’t come out, Ye Qingfeng would break the Array!

"Wow, there’s someone, there really is someone, unbelievable!"

"My god, am I seeing an immortal? A young man, standing on a sword, and he’s actually flying!"

These tourists had rushed up, and seeing this scene, they were scared out of their wits, hearts pounding like drums.

This black‑haired, white‑clothed youth was like a Heavenly God descending to earth, far too terrifying.

"Ye Qingfeng!"

Du Jing cried out instantly, unable to believe it.

"Du Jing, what are you talking about?" the short‑haired girl asked suspiciously.

"N‑nothing..."

At this moment, someone shouted, "He’s still yelling something—something about the Ancient Martial World, trash, get out. What on earth is he talking about?"

"This is simply a miracle!"

"Come out!"

Ye Qingfeng’s expression chilled. The Futu Sword in his hand moved, and he instantly slashed out several streaks of Sword Light, shooting straight toward the Array Eye of this Concealing Array.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Miwu Mountain trembled slightly. In an instant, it was as if some fog dispersed, and everything atop Miwu Mountain suddenly appeared.

The people of the Ancient Martial World were exposed as well.

"My god, what is this?"

"How did so many people suddenly appear, this is too frightening!"

A group of tourists were already scared stupid. The scene before their eyes was like something straight out of a mythic world, utterly unbelievable!

"Ma Gu!"

Ye Qingfeng’s gaze was like lightning, shooting straight toward the mountain peak, at that white‑clothed youth.

Endless killing intent instantly filled Ye Qingfeng’s chest. It was this man who had killed Shui Yiyi.

Ye Bufan was in his hands as well!

Kill! Kill!

Ye Qingfeng struck. The Futu Sword in his hand exploded, Sword Light several meters long crashed down; yet when it fell above the mountaintop, a strange ripple suddenly appeared, and Ye Qingfeng’s Sword Light vanished in an instant.

As if it had been devoured.

A Defensive Array—a very Peak Defensive Array. Ye Qingfeng saw it at a glance.

But killing intent surged in his heart; today, nothing would stop him from unleashing a massacre.

He would make the people of the Ancient Martial World pay the price!

At this moment, the eyes of the Good and Evil Envoys flickered, a wave of killing intent appearing.

"Lord Good and Evil Envoys, this matter was stirred up by our Luosheng Sect. Rest assured, we will resolve it very soon!" Ma Gu’s master, Ling Wuxiong, said urgently.

"You have the time of one incense stick!" one Good and Evil Envoy snorted coldly.

Ling Wuxiong clasped his fists and said, "Rest easy."

"Master, let me go out and fight him!" Ma Gu spoke up.

"But Dugu Xiao already—" Ling Wuxiong’s face changed.

"I am not Dugu Xiao!" Ma Gu said proudly.

This was his pride.

He was a genius of the Ancient Martial World; facing a mortal youth, he could not possibly shrink back. He had to go out and fight!

Long spear in hand, Ma Gu stepped out of the Transmission Array!

"Now this is a true genius of our Ancient Martial World—domineering, proud!" someone shouted.

"Big Brother Ma Gu is the strongest. Just watch, even though that youth defeated Dugu Xiao, Ma Gu will defeat him!" the red‑clothed girl screamed excitedly.

Her worship of Ma Gu deepened.

"Ye Qingfeng, you, a Mortal Martial Artist, dare to dream of killing me? Then I’ll show you what a gap really looks like!" Ma Gu walked out step by step.

Ye Qingfeng descended, his face cold and sharp, saying nothing.

Come farther out!

A little farther out!

He kept waiting!

"Remember my name—I will cut you down!"

Ma Gu walked toward Ye Qingfeng step by step.

"Luosheng Sect, Ma Gu!"

"Whoosh!"

Ye Qingfeng finally moved. The killing intent in his heart erupted like a nuclear blast, sweeping in all directions. Flames burst to life on the Futu Sword in his hand!

Kill!

One Sword slashed down!

Carrying Ye Qingfeng’s endless fury.

"W‑what terrifying killing intent!" someone from the Ancient Martial World cried out.

"Come, Ye Qingfeng, fight!" Ma Gu thrust with his spear, shouting proudly.

"Boom!"

Ma Gu’s body didn’t even pause—it was blasted backward, blood spurting from his mouth in an instant, splashing everywhere!

Ye Qingfeng didn’t stop.

"Daylight Slash—kill!"

Killing intent surged; the Futu Sword in Ye Qingfeng’s hand vanished in an instant.

Rumble!

Ma Gu flew backward like a torn rag, spewing blood as he crashed away.

Everyone was practically dumbstruck, unable to believe it. Their top‑tier genius of the Ancient Martial World hadn’t even managed to take a single move from this youth.

How was this possible!

"Wretch, stop!"

Ma Gu’s master attacked in an instant, his face twisted with shock and fury, trying to save Ma Gu!

"Kill!"

Coldness filled Ye Qingfeng’s eyes, killing intent surging. The Futu Sword appeared before Ma Gu in a flash, its speed surpassing the speed of sound as it suddenly stabbed toward him.

Too fast!

Ma Gu’s master didn’t have time to block.

"Dong!"

The lightning‑fast Futu Sword stabbed into Ma Gu’s body, spraying a dazzling burst of sparks—it actually didn’t pierce straight through.

Yet Ma Gu’s face turned paper‑white in an instant, a huge mouthful of blood spilled out, and his white robes were stained red.

"Dong!"

The tremendous impact directly slammed Ma Gu into the ground, dirt and rocks flying as half his body sank into the earth.

It was enough to show the power of Ye Qingfeng’s Daylight Slash.

"Spiritual Artifact!"

Ye Qingfeng saw that Ma Gu was wearing Armor at the Spiritual Artifact level.

Otherwise, under that One Sword, Ma Gu would already be minced meat.

Ma Gu’s master finally arrived, snatching Ma Gu up and shooting back into the Transmission Array, then forcing an Elixir down his throat.

"Brat, you’re courting death!"

Ma Gu’s Protector charged out, erupting in furious attack. The powerful Intermediate War Emperor‑level Martial Artist exploded in an instant, like a human‑shaped cannonball.