Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1177 - 1102: The Power Behind the Scenes

Tian Yuru was immediately frightened, her mouth agape.

In that corner, apart from Ye Qingfeng, no one saw a slender figure slowly rising up, covered in blood, eyes blazing red!

Ye Bufan!

As a Martial Artist at the Peak War Master Level, the middle-aged man’s speed was extremely fast, his hand like an eagle’s claw, striking straight at Ye Qingfeng’s heart.

Ye Qingfeng stood motionless, and in the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man’s claw was already at Ye Qingfeng’s chest, his gaze icy cold, intending to kill this young man instantly.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man felt a savage pulse in his heart, his crisis awareness honed over years alerting him to strong killing intent from behind.

He had a feeling that if he continued with this strike, something from behind would surely kill him.

Without a moment to hesitate, in that electrifying moment, the middle-aged man made a choice, his body suddenly rolling, abandoning his intent to kill Ye Qingfeng.

Sure enough, once the middle-aged man dodged to the side and steadied himself, he saw that it was Bu Fan who had charged from behind.

The middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat, realizing that if he had persisted in killing the young man, he might already be dead now.

Yet, he was very puzzled, having struck the child with full force in the chest, and even if not undying, he should at least be severely injured, so how could he still fiercely attack him?

But the middle-aged man didn’t have time to think as the one-armed child attacked him again; this time, both the middle-aged man and Tian Yuru saw the child’s terrifyingly blood-red eyes.

The middle-aged man was somewhat flustered, unexpectedly suppressed by Ye Bufan, unable to attack, only able to dodge.

The middle-aged man was horrified; it seemed the one-armed child’s power had suddenly intensified, his assault was ferocious, fighting desperately, exchanging life for life, making the middle-aged man very uncomfortable.

Tian Yuru watched the now-manic Ye Bufan, his eyes emitting bloody red gleams, appearing incredibly intimidating.

"Ye Qingfeng, is this child alright?"

Tian Yuru asked, somewhat trembling.

Ye Qingfeng quietly watched the battle in the arena, saying nothing.

Ye Bufan’s fight grew increasingly frenzied; with only one arm and at an Intermediate War Master level, he nonetheless completely pressured the middle-aged man.

His punches were fierce, stirring gusts of wind, and amidst them seemed to carry a hint of bloodthirst that greatly unsettled the middle-aged man.

Only Ye Qingfeng could see that the middle-aged man was surrounded by a dark aura aiding his combat, but at this moment, Ye Bufan’s bloodthirsty aura had completely suppressed it, allowing Ye Bufan to take the upper hand.

Finally, unable to endure being dominated by a disabled child, the middle-aged man vented his anger with a palm strike aimed at Ye Bufan’s chest.

Ye Bufan disregarded it, punching towards the middle-aged man’s chest in return.

"Puff!"

Ye Bufan was instantly sent flying, spewing a large mouthful of blood, his frail body crashing into the wall directly.

Tian Yuru’s face changed drastically, nearly screaming out of fright; Ye Bufan’s frail body could hardly withstand such a blow without facing death!

At this moment, the middle-aged man stood still in a daze, then suddenly fell straight down.

He was dead!

Ye Qingfeng sensed with his Divine Sense that when Ye Bufan punched the middle-aged man’s chest, the bloodthirsty aura entered his body through the fist, instantly shredding his heart.

Tian Yuru was rendered dumbfounded, witnessing such a confrontation between two fighters for the first time, akin to martial artists on television.

"Is that child alright?"

Tian Yuru looked at Ye Bufan, lying on the ground, his frail body covered in bloodstains, worrying enough to want to help him up.

Ye Qingfeng grabbed Tian Yuru’s hand.

"Don’t go over."

As Ye Qingfeng’s voice faded, Ye Bufan was already standing up.

Tian Yuru breathed a sigh of relief, grateful as the child had saved them, though suddenly she felt something amiss.

The one-armed child’s eyes remained blood red, his frail body stained with blood, the vivid red overwhelming to the sight.

Ye Bufan’s eyes flickered with red light, appearing eerie and terrifying; Tian Yuru watched, growing fearful.

"What’s wrong with him?"

Tian Yuru asked in panic.

Ye Bufan’s red gleam suddenly intensified, his eerie red gaze shining directly onto Tian Yuru’s face.

Ye Qingfeng moved nonchalantly, a punch directly striking towards Tian Yuru.

Tian Yuru was terribly frightened, nearly petrified; Ye Bufan’s appearance was too terrifying for an ordinary girl like her to react.

In an instant, Ye Bufan’s fist was already before Tian Yuru.

"Enough!"

Ye Qingfeng’s voice was very calm and gentle, and at that moment, Ye Bufan’s fist reluctantly halted.

Tian Yuru quickly hid behind Ye Qingfeng, narrowly avoiding being struck by Ye Bufan’s fist, her fright quite severe.

Ye Bufan’s red eye gleam dissipated.

The previously blood-red eyes gradually returned to clarity, and the lively body suddenly weakened, his face turning pale.

"Master, I’m sorry."

Having regained his clarity, Ye Bufan instantly understood what happened, apologizing to Ye Qingfeng with shame.

Having moved against Ye Qingfeng’s friend, Ye Bufan felt guilt surging, fortunately not taking action against Ye Qingfeng, else he couldn’t forgive himself.

It might be his subconscious, in the depths of awareness, still held reverence for Ye Qingfeng, thus not daring to act against him.

"Alright, take this elixir first." Ye Qingfeng took out a bottle of healing elixir from the Space Ring, handing it to the weakened Ye Bufan.

Ye Bufan opened the bottle, hesitating not at all, consuming it directly.

Ye Qingfeng then walked to Brother Pao, stepping on him and calmly asking, "Speak, what faction are you?"

From their previous conversation, Ye Qingfeng could discern they backed a faction; grass cutting needs root removal, and since he came to resolve Tian Yuru’s issues, he wouldn’t leave any hidden dangers.

Brother Pao’s limbs had been broken by Ye Qingfeng, and with the middle-aged man dead, Brother Pao lay on the ground sobbing in fear, "Senior, please don’t kill me; I’m not with that middle-aged man, Tian Yuru was controlled by them, it has nothing to do with me!"