Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1237 - 1162: Boundless Dominance

Previously hailed as Jiangdong’s top genius, he has now been defeated by a young Japan swordsman.

"How is this possible?"

"Wang Jinlun is such a disappointment, he can’t even beat a Japan swordsman."

Many martial artists began to complain about Wang Jinlun, having believed in him so much before.

"Elders, what do you say?" The middle-aged swordsman asked proudly from the stands.

"No need to say more, I will fulfill my promise and hand you twenty elixirs!" The elder in the grey robe said grimly.

He never expected Wang Jinlun to lose. Even with a divine weapon in his hand, he didn’t anticipate that this young Japan swordsman also held such an extraordinary weapon.

"Hehe, no rush." The middle-aged Japan swordsman smiled faintly.

This slight smile made a few in the Time Pavilion slightly uneasy. What tricks does this person still have up his sleeve?

At this moment, the young swordsman standing proudly on the platform gave a cold smile, looking at the angry martial artists around him with contempt.

Huaxia people are just like this. When they worship you, they can raise you to the heavens, but once you fail, every single one of them can’t wait to trample you.

What kind of future does such a nation have? They might as well submit to Japan, the young swordsman sneered.

His gaze shifted, and he suddenly looked towards a tall figure below, saying loudly, "Recently, some Jiangdong martial artists say you are the strongest among the young generation, some even say you are a Demon God. I would like to see what abilities you truly have!"

"Do you dare come up and fight?"

The young swordsman pointed his demon blade directly at Ye Qingfeng!

Do you dare fight?

On the platform, the Japan swordsman’s Eight-foot Demon Sword shimmered faintly, resplendent and uncanny.

All eyes instantly focused on Ye Qingfeng, everyone anticipating the choice of this handsome young man. Would he dare to fight?

Even Wang Jinlun, who had a Peerless Sword, was defeated. Could this so-called God of Kill, Ye Qingfeng, really be a match for this Japan youth?

Ye Qingfeng’s eyebrow slightly twitched, this trash is truly courting death.

"Are you afraid?"

The young Japan swordsman stood proudly on the platform, provoking Ye Qingfeng.

"Get down here and face death!"

Ye Qingfeng had no interest in exchanging words with this Japan youth. Since they sought him out, Ye Qingfeng didn’t mind directly killing them.

He always thought the Time Pavilion’s tactics were foolish, when someone provokes, just kill them. No need for so many concerns.

The young swordsman’s face changed greatly. Ye Qingfeng’s style was different from other Huaxia martial artists. In front of Japanese, other Huaxia martial artists were always very poised, even when suffering losses, they maintained their composure.

This Ye Qingfeng is too arrogant!

"Alright, since you’re seeking death, I’ll grant you that!"

The young swordsman leaped off the platform, his demon blade gleaming, with a sense of eeriness.

The young swordsman stepped towards Ye Qingfeng, his momentum soaring, causing everyone to shudder. The young swordsman stared coldly at Ye Qingfeng, saying, "You’re the most arrogant Huaxia martial artist I’ve ever met. I hope when you lose to me later, you can still be so..."

"Idiot, fool."

Before the young swordsman could finish, Ye Qingfeng’s figure moved. The crowd barely saw Ye Qingfeng’s movements, and he was already in front of the young swordsman.

Ye Qingfeng grabbed the young swordsman’s clothes, and with several swift slaps, smacked the young swordsman’s face while still holding the Eight-foot Demon Sword. Under Ye Qingfeng’s intense suppression, he couldn’t make a move.

Ye Qingfeng’s actions were ferocious, even the young Japan swordsman’s face was beaten red and swollen, looking like half a football.

A bunch of Jiangdong martial artists were stunned. Is this a battle between genius martial artists? This looked more like a street thug bullying an honest man; it was outright one-sided slapping.

The crowd expected an epic battle between kings, a breathtaking showdown, but they ended up witnessing this comical scene.

"Damn it, stop!"

The middle-aged swordsman was enraged. His most talented disciple is being grabbed and slapped, with no ability to retaliate.

They came prepared to sweep through Jiangdong’s genius disciples, to humiliate Chinese Martial Arts, and then acquire the elixirs they wanted.

This outcome was entirely unforeseen for them.

The middle-aged swordsman leapt up, instantly flying down the canyon, rushing toward Ye Qingfeng.

"Bang!"

Ye Qingfeng fiercely slapped this young Japan swordsman, sending him flying. His face was no longer recognizable, and with this final slap, Ye Qingfeng knocked out several of his teeth, with blood spraying out directly as his body fell heavily to the ground.

That felt so good!

Martial artists nearby were excited; Jiangdong’s top genius had lost to this Japan swordsman, leaving them feeling stifled.

They never imagined Ye Qingfeng could be so formidable, it was like a father disciplining a son; the two were simply not in the same league. It was too shocking, too satisfying.

Tu Lei stood at the viewing stand, both shocked and bitter inside, unable to believe Ye Qingfeng was this powerful. It seemed the rumors were indeed true; he might actually have single-handedly wiped out the top sect in the southwest, Carefree Pavilion.

Thinking back on his previous desire to challenge Ye Qingfeng was laughable; they were simply not from the same world, even Wang Jinlun wielding the Peerless Sword had lost to this young Japan swordsman, so he was certainly not his match.

If he dared challenge Ye Qingfeng, his outcome would be even more miserable.

Lin Yanran was also dumbfounded; she held Wang Jinlun, staring blankly at Ye Qingfeng. She finally understood why someone as invincible in her heart as Brother Jin Lun was deemed just satisfactory by Ye Qingfeng.

This young Japan swordsman who defeated Brother Jin Lun was nothing more than a powerless child in Ye Qingfeng’s hands; was this his strength? It was terrifying.

At this moment, the middle-aged swordsman had already rushed forward, angrily making a move to kill this fiend who had harmed his disciple.

"Hmph, you think Huaxia is without people? Stop!"

The grey-robed elder suddenly appeared, blocking between the middle-aged swordsman and Ye Qingfeng, with other members of Time Pavilion also arriving swiftly.

"Step aside, this man struck ruthlessly, injuring my disciple. Today, I must kill him."

The middle-aged swordsman said coldly with eyes like ice.

"Ye Qingfeng was a bit heavy-handed, but this is a battle between the younger generation. You, as an elder, unabashedly intervening in a disciple’s duel, don’t you think that is overstepping?" the grey-robed elder said with a wave of his hand.

"So, are you determined to take his side? If you don’t give me an explanation today, I will immediately send word back to Japan; I believe our Japan Government will take swift action!"

The middle-aged swordsman stated flatly, directly threatening.

The grey-robed elder’s eyes slightly moved; Huaxia was now experiencing the peak of the Demon Beast Tide, and a clash with other countries was not favorable. This middle-aged swordsman must be from a powerful organization in Japan, influencing the government greatly.

"How about this, I will apologize on behalf of Ye Qingfeng, and I’ll still give you those twenty bottles of elixir, and this matter will end here." The grey-robed elder weighed the situation before compromising.

Anyway, Ye Qingfeng had already won, keeping face for Huaxia Martial Arts, and as for the elixir, Ye Qingfeng had promised to make a hundred bottles for them; giving twenty to this middle-aged martial artist wasn’t a big deal.

The middle-aged martial artist’s eyes lit up; he didn’t care about face, it was the twenty bottles of elixir he cared most about.

The middle-aged swordsman was about to agree when he heard a cold voice ring out: "If I’m going to die anyway, what use is the elixir?"

"Ye Qingfeng, don’t be impulsive; leave the rest to us to resolve." The grey-robed elder hurriedly said, knowing Ye Qingfeng’s personality carried too much Vicious Energy and needed gradual tempering.

"What you all do is your business, and I just want to kill him." Ye Qingfeng lowered his brows, speaking in a calm tone.

Ye Qingfeng took a step forward, suddenly raising his voice, echoing through the canyon:

"Sword... come..."

Suddenly, a white light flashed, like a bolt of lightning, piercing through the space, flying into Ye Qingfeng’s hand. When true spiritual energy was infused into the flying sword, its brilliance erupted, shining like a massive Light Sword, illuminating the entire canyon!

Shock!

The entire canyon, hundreds of martial artists were all utterly shocked, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Everyone was utterly stunned by this scene, deeply moved; there in the canyon, the graceful young man clasped Wang Jinlun’s Peerless Sword, radiating dazzling light.

Wang Jinlun stared dazedly at Ye Qingfeng, unable to believe his sword had flown directly into his hands, watching the radiant longsword, Wang Jinlun’s heart shook profoundly.

This sword, when held by him, infused with all his spiritual power, emitted only a faint glow, yet in Ye Qingfeng’s hand, it transformed into a shining Light Sword.

It was at this moment that Wang Jinlun clearly realized the chasm between himself and this graceful young man; before, though externally a top genius, how could Wang Jinlun’s heart conceal pride?

Ye Qingfeng’s strength utterly extinguished the hope in Wang Jinlun’s heart.

Lin Yanran stood beside Wang Jinlun, her beautiful eyes trembled slightly, her gaze wholly occupied by the graceful young man in the field.

That tall, slender figure, that commanding "Sword come," made Wang Jinlun’s Peerless Sword instantly fly into his hand, bursting forth with the true glory of this Divine Weapon.

The dazzling light made this seemingly frail youth resemble a War God, invincible.