Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1108 - 1033: Divine Court

"Hey little girl, are you thinking of getting a boyfriend? I think you’re feeling the stirrings of spring, huh?" Upon hearing Liuying mention a really handsome guy in the sky, Xiao Mei immediately started teasing her.

If she’s spouting nonsense like this, what else could it be but wanting a boyfriend?

Liuying’s face turned red immediately.

"Hasn’t that Chen Xun been courting you all along? Maybe you should just agree to be with him," Xiao Mei giggled.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Go die, you ugly thing!"

Liuying yelled, swinging her palm towards Xiao Mei, but the girl was already laughing and running away, leaving behind the echo of two copper bell-like playful voices chasing each other down the street.

The assassin in black sprinted along the way, having run several kilometers from the sports center earlier, thinking he should be relatively safe now.

But his killer instincts urged him to keep running; this place wasn’t absolutely safe yet.

Especially after that scene just now, his heart was pounding; through the scope of his sniper rifle, he saw his bullet blocked by something white!

What was that?

His heart was pounding; his sniper rifle was specially modified, targeting martial artists; he himself was a War Master level martial artist.

However, his strength didn’t lie in direct combat; he was an assassin. His greatest skill was assassination. With his specially designed sniper rifle, even stronger martial artists could easily fall prey to him.

His proudest achievement was blowing off the head of a Primary War General with a single shot from his sniper rifle.

A War Master level martial artist killing a Primary War General — this was indeed a boast-worthy achievement.

But just now, his bullet was blocked by that person with something. What was it? He couldn’t believe it; unless there was a steel plate half a meter thick, there was no way anything could stop his specially designed sniper bullets!

So, after the failure of his first shot, he turned and fled without hesitation; this was the killer’s instinct that had allowed him to live till today.

"It should be safe by now."

The assassin muttered; he had run quite a distance, thinking he was safe.

Yet he still cautiously looked back, signaling that far away, a white light flashed.

What was that?

His heart tightened with a bad premonition, throwing away his sniper rifle and turning to run.

His heart pounded furiously; if he didn’t run now, his life would surely be over.

But he didn’t get far before he stopped suddenly.

Because—

A person appeared in front of him.

No, he shouldn’t say in front of him, but in the air ahead of him, the person he intended to assassinate stood on a flying sword, looking at him with a mocking smile.

"Not running anymore?" Ye Qingfeng said coldly.

The assassin stood there stunned, flying in the sky, what kind of method was this?

Could this young man be a War Emperor Warrior?

For a moment, the assassin’s liver and gall nearly burst!

"You, you! How is this possible!" The assassin cried out in shock.

War King Warriors could transform spiritual power into wings and soar in the sky.

War Emperor Warriors mastered the power of heaven and earth, traveling through the air!

However, such warriors were incredibly rare in the Mortal World.

In the Ancient Martial World, they were the heads of their families.

But even in the Ancient Martial World, there couldn’t be such a young War Emperor Warrior; that was absolutely impossible!

Ye Qingfeng slowly landed on the ground.

Instantly, the assassin had no thought of fleeing; he was just a War Master level martial artist, and in a direct confrontation with a true master, he wouldn’t have a chance to escape.

"Could you be a War Emperor Warrior?" The assassin exclaimed in shock.

Ye Qingfeng gently shook his head; currently, his strength had retreated to the War King Realm, able to travel through the air without using Spiritual Power Wings, relying on his flying sword instead.

The assassin breathed a sigh of relief; he figured, how could he be a War Emperor Warrior, that would be too terrifying.

"Then how can you fly in the sky? That’s impossible!" The assassin suddenly thought about this point. Even if Ye Qingfeng wasn’t a War Emperor Warrior, being able to travel through the air, how strong was he?

At least he must be a War King Warrior, right?

Ye Qingfeng looked at him coldly and said, "It’s not your turn to question me; you only need to tell me, which assassin organization are you from?"

Ye Qingfeng always liked to root out trouble completely; he had no intention of showing mercy. Since they had provoked him, they must be eradicated from the roots.

"What’s the harm in telling you? My assassin organization is called Divine Court; it’s a top international assassin organization. Since we accepted the task, we must complete it. Even if I die, the organization will soon send more powerful assassins to come, endlessly, until you’re killed, period." The assassin said coldly.

"No need for so much nonsense; bring how many from your organization you want, it makes no difference," Ye Qingfeng said dismissively.

World Court, God Slaying Hall — these top-notch assassin organizations at the pinnacle — he feared none of them.

Let alone some third-rate assassin organization like Divine Court.

The assassin suddenly felt a surge of anger but realized the truth in the man’s words. If he were a true War Emperor Warrior, even if they exhausted all the power of Divine Court, they couldn’t kill him.

"One last question, who hired you?" Ye Qingfeng asked again.

The assassin fell silent; he could reveal his organization because they weren’t afraid, but he couldn’t reveal the employer because that’s the rule of the assassin world; it’s absolutely forbidden to betray the identity of the employer.

This is related to the reputation of the assassin organization; once any assassin betrays the employer’s identity, they will immediately be hunted by the entire assassin organization.

"Heh—"

Ye Qingfeng sneered, losing patience with the man. He raised his left hand slightly, and his flying sword instantly flew out. In an instant, a cold light flashed in the night, and the assassin found one of his arms was gone.

Ye Qingfeng’s flying sword flew back, hovering next to him.

This man, indeed more resilient than those peak assassins before, did not scream despite having his arm suddenly severed. Yet Ye Qingfeng saw the veins bulging on his face; he was surely enduring immense pain.

"Is this what blocked my sniper bullet earlier? What is this sword made of? My bullet can easily penetrate steel." The assassin stared at the flying sword hovering beside Ye Qingfeng, asking.

He showed no concern for his arm; instead, he took an interest in Ye Qingfeng’s flying sword, perhaps knowing he couldn’t survive.

"Tell me, who commissioned your organization?" Ye Qingfeng asked indifferently.

"If you tell me the origin of your flying sword, its material, and how you control it, I’ll tell you who the employer is."

Anyway, he was going to die; the assassin had no desire to keep secrets. Without family or friends, he didn’t fear organizational retribution.