Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1243 - 1168: Slayers of the Greedy Sword

Wang Jinlun sneaked another glance. This young man looked indifferent, as if he didn’t care about Wang Jinlun’s choice at all. Wang Jinlun’s heart suddenly fluttered. He had a feeling that if he insisted on retrieving the sword, Ye Qingfeng would strike instantly, unleashing a storm of bloodshed.

"Master, I don’t want our Huaxia martial artists to come into conflict again. Why don’t we just give this sword to Ye Qingfeng?"

After a moment of hesitation, Wang Jinlun finally spoke.

The group of martial artists was immediately shocked. They never expected that Wang Jinlun would ultimately choose to give the Peerless Sword to Ye Qingfeng.

Yue Lingfeng’s expression changed drastically, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He slapped Lin Yanran fiercely, roaring in anger: "It’s all your fault, you nosy little thing!"

"If you dare to slap her, then you don’t need that hand anymore." Finally, Ye Qingfeng’s icy voice echoed, causing Yue Lingfeng’s action to pause slightly.

"You threaten me? Do you think I’m really afraid?" Yue Lingfeng said angrily.

With so many Jiangdong martial artists here, and people from the Time Pavilion present, he didn’t believe Ye Qingfeng would dare to make a move against him.

Yue Lingfeng’s slap suddenly aimed at Lin Yanran, and in that instant, everyone saw a flash of white light. Suddenly, an arm flew up, and blood gushed out from Yue Lingfeng’s shoulder.

All the martial artists froze. They didn’t expect Ye Qingfeng to truly make a move, let alone directly sever Yue Lingfeng’s arm—it was simply insane!

"Ye Qingfeng!" The grey-robed elder was instantly enraged and roared.

"Old fool, shut up. If you want to fight, come at me now." Ye Qingfeng said flatly, but his words were filled with heavy sarcasm, making the grey-robed elder wish he could kill Ye Qingfeng immediately.

The grey-robed elder’s breath caught; he wanted to kill Ye Qingfeng but lacked the courage to intervene. Ye Qingfeng was just too formidable. If they fought, even if the Time Pavilion won, it would come at a heavy price.

The key issue was that the grey-robed elder already knew Ye Qingfeng could fly away using the sword, making it easy for him to escape. If he managed to flee, it would be a disaster for the Jiangdong martial artists.

"Brat, I, Yue Lingfeng, swear that one day, our Xuanyu Sect will kill you!"

Yue Lingfeng shouted angrily, his fury reaching the heavens.

"No need, you’re already out of chances." Ye Qingfeng’s calm voice rang out, as he had already vanished from sight.

When everyone saw Ye Qingfeng again, he was already standing behind Yue Lingfeng, holding the Peerless Sword in his hand, thrusting it directly into Yue Lingfeng’s chest.

Dead!

Yue Lingfeng died just like that in front of many martial artists, in front of the Time Pavilion. Ye Qingfeng killed Yue Lingfeng directly; it was some kind of madness.

Of course, what shocked them was not only Ye Qingfeng’s madness but also his power. After all, Yue Lingfeng was a Peak War General first having his arm severed, then directly killed by Ye Qingfeng—too powerful.

While Ye Qingfeng’s surprise attack and Yue Lingfeng’s overconfidence contributed to this, it was enough to demonstrate the strength of this young man. Had he already reached the War King Realm?

"Ye Qingfeng, you..." The grey-robed elder was speechless in anger, about to erupt, but was quickly interrupted by Ye Qingfeng: "I know what you want to say. Save those useless words. Anyway, you don’t dare to act. Just take me to the Heavenly Spirit Pond."

"Fine, fine, you certainly have a temper. Now I know why the Carefree Pavilion was wiped out by you. I can take you to the Heavenly Spirit Pond in exchange for a hundred bottles of elixir. From now on, you will have no ties with us Jiangdong. Our Time Pavilion won’t bother with you, but someone will eventually deal with you."

The grey-robed elder laughed in extreme anger, glaring at Ye Qingfeng, knowing the Ancient Martial World was about to open.

By then, the experts of the Ancient Martial World would definitely be able to kill him.

Too bad he wouldn’t know.

Ye Qingfeng had already stormed through several powerful Ancient Martial Sects within the Central Sect World.

If these people dared to trouble him, once Ye Qingfeng’s power recovered, they’d be merely fodder.

"Alright then, let’s just wait and see. First, take me to the Heavenly Spirit Pond."

Ye Qingfeng simply didn’t care. He only wanted to enter the Heavenly Spirit Pond; if he could recover his strength, who would he fear?

"Ye Qingfeng!"

At this moment, Wang Jinlun coldly stared at Ye Qingfeng, with a hint of hatred in his eyes.

"Ye Qingfeng, I’ve already agreed to give you the sword, so why did you kill my master?" Wang Jinlun, clutching Yue Lingfeng’s corpse, sharply questioned Ye Qingfeng. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Why should I explain to you when I kill?" Ye Qingfeng said indifferently.

Overbearing, utterly reckless arrogance, an arrogance so unreasonable it’s tyrannical.

Every martial artist’s heart shook, stunned by Ye Qingfeng’s words, at a loss for what to say, this young man truly was bloodthirsty and mad.

"This world has always been this way; strength is the most important thing, just like you now, trying to avenge your master, but apart from shouting a few words, what else can you do?"

Ye Qingfeng looked at Wang Jinlun, saying very calmly. He actually somewhat admired Wang Jinlun’s talent, but this man was too upright, hindered by the reputation of a gentleman. If he could let go of these shackles, his future might be promising.

So Ye Qingfeng was willing to exchange a few words with him.

"Ye Qingfeng, you’ve gone too far, so according to you, does having strength mean you can do whatever you want?" Lin Yanran couldn’t help but speak angrily.

Although Ye Qingfeng had helped her earlier, she still couldn’t accept Ye Qingfeng’s statements, they were just too egotistical!

"Yes, having strength means you can do whatever you want." Ye Qingfeng nodded in response.

"..."

This man left a group of martial artists utterly speechless, adhering completely to the law of the fittest, making them itch to eliminate him. Yet his power was so formidable, no one could touch him.

Wang Jinlun clenched his fists tightly, Ye Qingfeng’s words had impacted him greatly, and with the death of his master, he felt as if his worldview was collapsing in an instant.

Wang Jinlun stood up, stared directly at Ye Qingfeng, and said: "That sword is mine. I think you should give it back to me!"

"Wang Jinlun, this sword wasn’t yours to begin with. Why does your master want this sword? Can’t you see? It’s not about claiming it for you; he wants it for himself."

At this moment, another clear voice rang out, and the crowd paused, only to see a peerlessly beautiful woman stepping forward—it was Lu Qi from the Hundred Herbs Hall.

"Lu Qi!" Wang Jinlun coldly glared at Lu Qi stepping out, flames of fury flickering in his eyes, "If you insult my master again, you’ll be my enemy, Wang Jinlun!"