Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1190 - 1115: Submit to Me

"If you Divine Guard folks want to kill me, just come and try!"

Ye Qingfeng’s voice came from not far away, making Hua Qingteng rather helpless. He knew this guy wouldn’t be threatened.

Their leader had long been dissatisfied with Ye Qingfeng. If it weren’t for Ge Min, their leader might have already acted personally. This time, Ye Qingfeng had killed another police officer. If he reported it, their leader might indeed take action against Ye Qingfeng.

"Forget it, I’ll cover for you one more time. If the leader really takes action, the entire Huaxia might suffer."

Hua Qingteng sighed inwardly.

Ye Qingfeng didn’t care about Hua Qingteng’s thoughts at all. Even if he reported to the Divine Guard, Ye Qingfeng was fearless.

He had already regained the strength of an Intermediate War King, but Ye Qingfeng didn’t take ordinary High-level War Kings seriously at all.

"It’s time to deal with the Hong Clan." Ye Qingfeng murmured.

He wanted to wipe out the Hong Clan, but there had been too many things, delaying it constantly.

Ye Qingfeng, with Ye Bufan, walked down the mountain. Suddenly, Ye Qingfeng’s brow twitched, yet he continued to walk down the mountain without a change in expression.

At this moment, a high-speed rotating bullet tore through the space behind Ye Qingfeng, reaching him in an instant, a fatal strike!

At that moment, a white light appeared, and Ye Qingfeng stood upright in the air. The bullet hit his back but was abruptly split into two.

Without the slightest pause, a black figure finally emerged, a cold gleam appearing abruptly. The black figure lunged at Ye Qingfeng with a short sword.

By this time, Ye Bufan finally reacted. He didn’t have Divine Sense and couldn’t sense this black figure’s stealth attack.

Without any hesitation, Ye Bufan punched directly at the figure’s waist. He was a Primary War General now, able to crush this person with a punch.

The black figure’s speed was also decent, leaping suddenly into the air, dodging Ye Bufan’s violent punch. Ye Bufan’s expression remained calm, leaping high too, delivering a swift whip kick to the shadow.

The kick was quick, leaving a trace of afterimage in the air, reaching the black figure in an instant.

With Ye Bufan’s current strength, this kick had the force of a thousand pounds, able to crush the person’s internal organs instantly. However, when Ye Bufan’s kick landed, it felt like it hit a piece of cotton, and the black figure’s body recoiled softly along his leg.

At this point, just when they were about to land, the figure twisted in mid-air with an extremely bizarre posture, slashing Ye Bufan’s clothes and leaving a cut on his back.

Incredibly, he managed to wound Ye Bufan with a single stroke, displaying impressive strength.

Ye Bufan’s eyes instantly turned icy. As he landed, without hesitation, he stopped holding back, unleashing his full strength against the shadow, aiming to crush him instantly.

Ye Bufan was fast, but something else was faster.

A specialized steel bullet pierced through space in an instant, reaching Ye Bufan’s back just as his fist was about to strike the shadow.

Unfortunately, he was still a step too late.

Ye Bufan was shocked. It turned out that the assassin wasn’t alone; there were two of them. The shot came from another person. The bullet was too fast; he had no time to react.

If not for Ye Qingfeng, these two assassins might have actually been able to kill Ye Bufan. Ye Qingfeng’s Divine Sense had already detected the other assassin wielding a sniper rifle and being very close.

At such close range, a shot from a sniper rifle would be impossible for a Primary War General to withstand.

The ability to kill a Primary War General meant these two assassins held terrifying strength.

In the moment the bullet aimed at Ye Bufan, Ye Qingfeng finally moved, reaching Ye Bufan’s back in an instant, so swiftly that the two assassins couldn’t see how he got there.

Ye Qingfeng slightly stretched his hand, directly catching the bullet in his hand, causing both assassins to show disbelief.

At the same time, Ye Bufan’s punch ferociously landed on the black shadow’s body.

He couldn’t dodge anymore; Ye Bufan’s punch was overpowering, making him spew a mouthful of blood, his body flying back like a torn sandbag, landing heavily over ten meters away.

At this moment, the only choice for the other assassin with the sniper rifle was to flee. As an assassin, they had been exposed, severely injuring one person.

Task failed, the first choice was to retreat from the scene.

However, unlike other assassins’ choices, the assassin with the sniper rifle stepped out, standing just a hundred meters away from Ye Qingfeng.

This distance was no longer suitable for sniper combat, yet the assassin showed no hesitation, spinning his body, preparing to fire at Ye Qingfeng without even aiming.

Ye Qingfeng smiled faintly, pondering if this assassin sought revenge for the shadow earlier. How laughable; if one harbors such emotions, why be an assassin?

His Flying Sword moved abruptly, the white light flashing faster than the assassin’s bullet, slicing the sniper rifle in half instantly.

Without the sniper rifle, the assassin still didn’t flee, instead pulling out a military triangular bayonet, charging at Ye Qingfeng fiercely.

Ye Bufan wanted to step forward, but Ye Qingfeng stopped him. In the blink of an eye, the assassin’s triangular dagger was before Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng didn’t hesitate, stretching out his hand to catch the dagger.

His hand, warm and smooth like fine Mutton Fat Jade, seemed like a soft touch could cut it. Yet, holding the triangular dagger, no matter how the assassin exerted force, Ye Qingfeng remained unscathed.

The assassin despaired; Ye Qingfeng’s strength was beyond imagination. The intelligence they received was false; otherwise, they wouldn’t have attempted the assassination.

He was impossible to kill!

This absurd thought surged through the assassin’s mind.

"Submit to me!"

Ye Qingfeng held the triangular dagger, speaking calmly.

"Impossible!"

The assassin spoke with a clear voice.

Seeing the dagger under Ye Qingfeng’s control, the assassin let go of it, kicking towards Ye Qingfeng’s chest.

The assassin’s slender figure and excellent flexibility meant reaching Ye Qingfeng’s chest required considerable agility.

Ye Qingfeng easily caught the assassin’s foot, completely immobilizing her, preventing any further movement.