Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1226 - 1151: Xiao Ling’s Death

He is the genius disciple of Wind Thunder Hall, how could this woman also be an Intermediate War Master? Too fast!

Xiao Ling had no time to be surprised. Little Yue’s dagger was already at his chest. He hurriedly turned his body to the side, his reaction was also remarkable.

After dodging Little Yue’s dagger, Xiao Ling moved like lightning, throwing a punch with incredible momentum, as if it were thunder. This was the martial arts of Wind Thunder Hall, fast as lightning, powerful as thunder.

Such powerful martial arts are the reason why Wind Thunder Hall became one of the Three Great Sects.

Xiao Ling’s punch landed on Little Yue’s abdomen, but his look of triumph quickly turned to shock. It was as if he had punched cotton, with no force at all.

At this moment, Little Yue moved smoothly, her arms wrapping around Xiao Ling’s fist. With a movement of her dagger, she left a long wound on Xiao Ling’s arm.

Xiao Ling was furious, his internal Spiritual Power violently shook, and with his other hand he aimed a smashing blow at Little Yue. Little Yue lightly tapped the ground with her foot and sprang away.

"Hiss, this woman’s so formidable. Such a genius woman, yet she ended up as someone’s bodyguard, what a pity," a Martial Artist sighed. Little Yue’s strike injuring Xiao Ling surprised everyone.

"Is that young man just anyone? He is an Alchemist who even made Elder Xi marvel, such a person, I would also be willing to be his bodyguard. Won’t there be plenty of elixirs in the future?"

"Yes, following a genius Alchemist, there’s limitless potential!"

Another Martial Artist agreed. After all, the path of martial arts is extremely challenging. With the aid of an Alchemist, progress is twice as fast with half the effort.

"You’ve angered me. I will kill you!" Xiao Ling’s eyes were cold. He never expected to actually be injured by this woman.

"Idiot."

Little Yue’s pretty face was icy, too lazy for unnecessary words. When she kills, she doesn’t like chit-chat.

"Die!"

Xiao Ling raged, his figure whirled wildly, his Spiritual Power erupted, and he threw a punch with unprecedented momentum, as if carrying the force of thunder. Threads of thunder seemed to spark from his fist, incomparable.

"Xiao Ling truly is a genius of Wind Thunder Hall. This punch actually carries thunder, terrifying!"

"The girl’s in danger now."

The Martial Artists below sighed.

Ye Qingfeng coldly smiled in his heart, is this supposed to be thunder?

Little Yue didn’t move, as if scared stiff by Xiao Ling’s punch. Just when the punch was about to land on her, Little Yue finally moved, arching her body into an exaggerated curve like a bow.

"Hiss!"

Little Yue’s dagger stabbed directly into Xiao Ling’s throat, the strike killing Xiao Ling instantly.

"Bang!"

Little Yue was not unharmed either. This was a life for a life style of fighting. Her body was propelled, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Although she had dispelled most of the force, Xiao Ling’s punch was too powerful, and she was also injured.

The Martial Artists below were dumbfounded; she actually killed him, decisively trading life for life, ruthless!

At this moment, a bottle of elixir suddenly flew out. Little Yue caught it without hesitation and consumed it directly.

Little Yue’s somewhat pale charming face, after consuming the elixir, seemed to regain a hint of color, slowly recovering.

Everyone’s eyes flashed with astonishment; this was too exaggerated, that elixir must be a Divine Pill, to show effects so quickly.

"His room is mine now," Ye Qingfeng said casually, turning around and leaving, not interested in wasting words with these people.

With a cold expression, Little Yue descended the arena, following Ye Qingfeng along with Piao Xue.

"Kid, your elixir." Elder Xi called, the elixir was good, but with his power and status, he wouldn’t stoop to pocketing a young one’s elixir.

"It’s a gift to you, don’t want it? Throw it away then."

Ye Qingfeng’s voice drifted lightly, just a bottle of trash; he couldn’t be bothered to look back, leaving behind a group with dumbfounded expressions.

At Xinhe Hotel, Ye Qingfeng didn’t care about Jiangdong’s Martial Artists’ reactions, he had already moved into the room originally belonging to Xiao Ling.

"One of the Three Great Sects, huh?"

Ye Qingfeng sneered in his heart. Without a doubt, today he had completely offended Wind Thunder Hall. If any elder from Wind Thunder Hall were present, they might not resist killing Ye Qingfeng on the spot.

Ye Qingfeng shook his head nonchalantly, not thinking too much of it, he didn’t even consider Wind Thunder Hall worth mentioning. If they really wanted to cause trouble, he’d just destroy them.

He just wondered if the Divine Guard would hear about this, and if that old man Hua Qingteng would come running over?

Ye Qingfeng casually swallowed an elixir, beginning to cultivate and recover his body. Tomorrow, he would inquire about the Sect Competition’s reward; if it’s some Elixir and Treasure Sword, he could just take the Flying Sword and leave.

While Ye Qingfeng cultivated and healed, his story rapidly spread among the Martial Artists.

"What? Xiao Ling of Wind Thunder Hall is dead, killed by a young man’s female bodyguard?"

"Yes, slain by her on the Life and Death Arena, this female bodyguard is also a rare genius."

Rumor has it, the young man is a genius Alchemist, with two exceptionally talented female bodyguards by his side, extraordinary in strength. This genius Alchemist is quite fortunate indeed.

For a time, Tianhai City’s Martial Artists buzzed with discussion, unexpected excitement occurring just before the Sect Competition.

Some marveled at this genius Alchemist’s talent; their elixirs were rumored to be praised endlessly by Elder Xi, deemed top-grade elixirs.

Others envied this genius Alchemist’s romantic luck, two genius female bodyguards, stunning twins, living together, night after night, how enviable!

Yet more Martial Artists secretly sneered, no matter how remarkable this genius Alchemist might be, without corresponding strength to back it, he would have a bad end after offending Wind Thunder Hall.

Perhaps it was Ye Qingfeng’s arrogance that rubbed many Martial Artists the wrong way, they awaited his humiliation, hoping Tu Lei of Wind Thunder Hall would personally teach the guy a lesson.

"You’re all too stupid, that Ye Qingfeng is the one who previously wiped out the Carefree Pavilion in the Southwest Region of the Eastern Base!" the Bald Martial Artist exclaimed in amazement.

"The same Alchemist identity, the same pale face and weak body, the same arrogance, and crucially, that young man’s name is Ye Qingfeng. Undoubtedly, this is the young man who destroyed the Carefree Pavilion!"

With the Bald Martial Artist’s words, a group of Martial Artists was already astounded; the young man who wiped out the Carefree Pavilion? Could it really be this young man?

The news of the Carefree Pavilion being destroyed had naturally long circulated; although Jiangdong was far from the Southwest Region of the Eastern Base, they knew a bit about it.

But rumor had it that a single young man destroyed the Carefree Pavilion, how could that be possible? People simply assumed it was a baseless rumor, spread and exaggerated, surely some great force erased the Carefree Pavilion.