Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1021 - 947: Fear Like a Demon

Although in this life of crime, many people were already prepared for death, being killed by this person was too terrifying.

In the silence, a person’s life was completely gone.

Finally, after Scar Face’s final slash, Zhou Tianyi’s limbs were completely severed, blood flooded the ground, leaving only a bare body wailing.

This shrill wail made everyone present feel fear from deep within their hearts.

"Senior, it’s done."

Scar Face, holding the military dagger and covered in blood, said respectfully with his head lowered.

His arm holding the knife was still slightly trembling.

Ye Qingfeng stood up and walked over to face Zhou Tianyi, who was already a person of blood, and the two exchanged glances.

Zhou Tianyi could no longer speak and could only gaze at Ye Qingfeng with his eyes.

Ye Qingfeng saw the longing in Zhou Tianyi’s eyes, a longing for death; he was pleading with Ye Qingfeng to kill him.

He finally understood what Ye Qingfeng meant when he said, "Even death is a luxury" felt like.

He was not human but a demon from hell, and anyone who provoked him would pay the price.

Seeing Zhou Tianyi’s appearance, Ye Qingfeng lost interest in further tormenting him, turned around and took two steps, then waved his hand.

A massive flame suddenly rose, turning Zhou Tianyi and his limbs into ashes.

Now, only Scar Face and a group of lackeys were left.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Everyone was waiting for this God of Kill’s judgment!

No one dared to make a sound, not even breathe heavily, for fear of attracting the attention of this God of Kill, and that would mean utter disaster.

Ye Qingfeng revealed a slight smile, but no one thought this was a good thing, as Ye Qingfeng’s smile indicated cruel methods.

"Want to survive? I’ll give you a chance."

Ye Qingfeng’s voice sounded, sparking a flicker of hope in the hearts of those from the Hong Clan.

Surviving, who doesn’t want to survive? Even such a slight chance must be strived for with all might.

"However, only one person will survive," Ye Qingfeng said calmly.

One person? Who would be able to survive? The group hadn’t yet grasped it.

"Don’t you understand? Only one person will survive," Ye Qingfeng’s voice, like a demon from hell, tempted them.

"Ah!"

Finally, a smart person understood Ye Qingfeng’s meaning, and immediately stabbed their brother in front.

Suddenly, everyone realized it and began to slaughter each other.

These usual brothers-in-arms, in the face of death, and especially more terrifying than death, Ye Qingfeng, didn’t care about friendship.

Everyone frantically waved their weapons, attempting to kill these usual brothers.

Someone swung a machete, charging at Scar Face.

"I am your boss, you dare to cut me?" Scar Face roared.

The man slightly hesitated.

At that moment, Scar Face quickly attacked, directly stabbing the man’s stomach with the sword.

A bloody battle unfolded before Ye Qingfeng, who closed his eyes, savoring this bloody feast.

These people were all burial gifts from him to Zhong Ming.

He had said, they all had to die!

To endure the cruelest way to die!

All around was blood, slaughter, and constant shouting.

Ye Qingfeng stood in the center with eyes closed, seemingly an irrelevant person, as if this battle had nothing to do with him.

No one dared to assassinate Ye Qingfeng, nor did anyone flee, for they already understood, all was futile.

Only by killing all their brothers, hoping Ye Qingfeng would keep his word, would be the only chance to survive.

When this massacre came to a close, Ye Qingfeng opened his eyes.

Two people were left in the yard: Ye Qingfeng and the scarred and battered Scar Face.

Scar Face dared not leave, dared not move; he was helpless, waiting for Ye Qingfeng’s final judgment.

He looked at Ye Qingfeng in fear, only hoping this man would keep his word and let him leave.

He wanted nothing, just to leave this yard that seemed like hell on earth.

"Congratulations!" Ye Qingfeng smiled and congratulated.

Scar Face, however, could not be happy.

"You should smile more; you look beautiful when you smile."

"..."

Scar Face knew his smile wasn’t beautiful, but rather terrifying.

Ye Qingfeng was joking, but he couldn’t bring himself to laugh.

Ye Qingfeng slowly walked over, placed a hand on Scar Face’s shoulder, making his body tremble.

"Take a message to your Hong Clan boss for me: I will slowly settle the score between us."

Ye Qingfeng’s voice was ice-cold, yet it brought a flicker of joy to Scar Face; it meant he could leave.

"Don’t even think about running away, or I will find you at the ends of the earth," Ye Qingfeng smiled slightly, "I guarantee your fate will be worse than Zhou Tianyi’s."

Scar Face nodded frantically.

"Go away."

As Ye Qingfeng’s words fell, Scar Face turned and ran, fearing Ye Qingfeng would change his mind.

Watching Scar Face’s fleeing figure, Ye Qingfeng’s eyes were cold; he had said, all these people had to die; it was impossible for anyone to survive.

Even if he had promised one of them could survive. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Unfortunately, Ye Qingfeng was never one to keep promises.

He was merely a selfish God of Kill!

Ye Qingfeng walked out of the yard, Spiritual Energy gathering in his palm, he faced away from the yard and extended his hand.

Instantly, a huge flame erupted, setting the entire yard ablaze.

Ye Qingfeng left without looking back.

Leaving this place, Ye Qingfeng hurried back to Huayu, this time Tian Shi came out of the lab.

"Professor Ye, I am truly sorry, Zhong Ming was killed protecting us."

Tian Shi saw Ye Qingfeng in the office and said with deep guilt.

As an elder professor, he had never experienced anything so insane.

Witnessing Zhong Ming die protecting them, he always felt guilty.

"I already know, it’s unrelated to you; Zhong Ming was just following my orders. His death is because of me, and has nothing to do with you."

Ye Qingfeng shook his head and said, Tian Shi and Wang Siyu were silent; they knew, if it weren’t for Ye Qingfeng, Zhong Ming wouldn’t have risked his life to protect them.

But no matter what, Zhong Ming protected them with his life, and they felt deeply guilty.

"Let’s not talk about this now, how is the company’s situation?" Ye Qingfeng changed the subject and asked.

"Supply can’t meet demand; now our Huayu’s Yellow-level mobile phone has become the most popular phone on the market, almost everyone is proud to own a Huayu Yellow-level mobile, and with the help of the Morgan family, Huayu Mobile has become a status symbol."

Talking about Huayu Mobile, Wang Siyu couldn’t help but speak up.

Her heart was full of joy, and she was thoroughly impressed with the young man before her.