Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1019 - 945: Zhou Tianyi of the Hong Clan

Cuntou originally wanted to say he was following orders, but he no longer had the chance. Ye Qingfeng struck like lightning and slit his throat with an iron nail.

The driver was so scared he wet his pants; he finally understood why their boss had told them to be cautious, realizing this person was truly terrifying.

"Drive." Ye Qingfeng finally spoke, his voice as flat as if it emerged from the Nine Netherworld Hell.

"If we don’t reach the destination in ten minutes, you’ll experience a fate worse than death."

"Okay, okay, don’t kill me," the driver said, his voice trembling as he slammed on the gas pedal.

No doubt about it, the driver believed this God of Kill would absolutely keep his word.

The Volkswagen sped through the streets, racing faster and faster until it reached an increasingly remote area, finally stopping outside an isolated courtyard.

Estimating the time, they should have arrived in less than ten minutes.

"We’re here, we arrived in less than ten minutes, please spare me," the driver begged in terror.

Ye Qingfeng didn’t even glance at him as he stood up to get out of the car.

"Congratulations, you dodged a bullet."

Upon hearing Ye Qingfeng’s words, the driver showed a look of joy.

"No need to face a fate worse than death." Ye Qingfeng’s voice rang out again, and simultaneously the driver ended up with a bloody hole in his head, slumping onto the steering wheel.

Though spared from worse than death, he was destined to die nonetheless.

Inside the courtyard, a group of Hong Clan members were sitting.

"Big brother, do you think they can capture that Ye Qingfeng?" one underling asked a Scar Face sitting in the center.

"I don’t know. According to Senior Zhou Tianyi, this person should be on par with the Big man Senior Zhou Tianyi killed the other day, but since the senior suffered a minor injury, he couldn’t take action himself, so it’s up to us now," Scar Face shook his head and said.

"Similar strength to the one Senior Zhou Tianyi killed that day?" one underling exclaimed in surprise, "That guy was as strong as Senior Zhou Tianyi himself; if I hadn’t gone to capture the woman and the old man, who knows who would live or die, Cuntou and the others capturing Ye Qingfeng is a death wish!"

"What nonsense, Senior Zhou Tianyi’s strength is naturally above that Big man!" Scar Face glared fiercely at the underling, "If you keep talking nonsense, be careful I chop you up and feed you to the dogs!"

As he said this, Scar Face cautiously looked into the room, a trace of fear appearing in his eyes.

The other underlings immediately understood; Zhou Tianyi was still in that room, and if he heard that, he certainly wouldn’t be pleased.

This senior was no kind person; if unhappy, it wouldn’t be just the speaking underling who would die.

"Exactly, don’t talk nonsense, how could Senior Zhou Tianyi not be a match for the Big man."

"Right, right, you didn’t see it, that guy got hit by a palm from Senior Zhou Tianyi and spat blood, unable to stand up again."

"In my view, Senior Zhou Tianyi is so formidable; he is invincible in the world."

Several underlings deliberately spoke loudly, clearly wanting Zhou Tianyi in the room to hear.

If this senior got angry, they were all done for.

"Is that so."

Suddenly, a calm yet cold voice echoed in the courtyard.

Just then, the courtyard door was pushed open.

Everyone saw a long leg stepping into the courtyard, followed by a tall, unfamiliar young man.

"Who are you? Do you know what place this is? Dare to break in, seeking death?" a little underling shouted coldly.

"Aren’t you looking for me? No need for further trouble now," Ye Qingfeng’s voice was flat.

"Ye Qingfeng! Are you Ye Qingfeng?" one underling suddenly shouted in fear.

"Ye Qingfeng!" Scar Face murmured the name in shock; he didn’t expect Ye Qingfeng to come looking for them himself.

He had clearly placed people on watch at Huayu Group, how could Ye Qingfeng himself come alone.

"Where’s Cuntou and the others?" Scar Face asked grimly.

"It’s not your place to interrogate me," Ye Qingfeng’s voice was indifferent.

"Kid, do you know where you are, daring to act arrogant in our Hong Clan territory."

"Indeed, with Senior Zhou Tianyi here, you’re seeking a dead-end."

Several underlings jeered.

"Ha," Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly, yet his eyes were filled with a growing murderous aura.

In an instant, the entire courtyard seemed engulfed in Ye Qingfeng’s killing intent, suffocating everyone.

"All of you, go die!"

As soon as Ye Qingfeng’s words fell, a few iron nails shot out rapidly like celestial petals falling.

The underlings hadn’t even reacted before they were killed.

The others froze in place, stunned. What kind of trick was this?

They couldn’t even see clearly, yet those people were dead; it was terrifying.

Is this what Senior Zhou Tianyi meant by Martial Artist? Too horrifying, simply a Devil, a God of Kill!

Ye Qingfeng didn’t rush, stepping out slowly; everyone here had to die!

With each step Ye Qingfeng took, the killing intent seemed to intensify, like a tangible force suffocating everyone.

Ye Qingfeng moved closer to the Hong Clan people.

"Don’t, don’t come over, we’re, we’re..."

A group of underlings was so terrified they nearly collapsed to the ground; the killing intent was too daunting, hindering them from even having the courage to flee, let alone fight.

"Senior Zhou Tianyi, please save us," Scar Face suddenly shouted.

"Senior Zhou Tianyi, Ye Qingfeng is coming to kill us, hurry out here."

"Senior Zhou Tianyi, save us."

A group of underlings seized on this final straw, frantically shouting, thinking of the savior.

Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly but didn’t stop them from yelling.

It didn’t matter; they were all doomed to die!

Scream, shout, Ye Qingfeng’s eyes were cold as he thought, scream as much as you want! Cry for help!

The corners of his mouth curled into a faint arc. He was letting these people struggle in despair, facing death!

Ye Qingfeng approached a person slowly; that person was already too scared to move. Ye Qingfeng reached a hand toward his neck.

"Don’t, Senior Zhou Tianyi, save me," the person trembled as they spoke.

Ye Qingfeng smiled lightly as he slowly grabbed the person’s neck.

"Stop!"

At that moment, the door suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man in his forties appeared.

Seeing this man appear, the underlings immediately showed joy, they felt saved!

The underling whose neck was being grabbed also showed a bit of happiness as the Senior Zhou Tianyi appeared; he didn’t have to die.

Stop?

Ye Qingfeng’s lips curled slightly, his eyes staying cold as his hand suddenly exerted force, not strangling the underling but directly tearing his head off.

Yes, he forcibly ripped his head from his neck.

The person’s head bore a smile upon seeing Zhou Tianyi appear.

In an instant, blood gushed from the person’s neck like a fountain.