Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1036 - 962: Making a Move, Instant Kill

"That little girl, is she from your Jian Family?"

Hong Pang suddenly asked.

Lin Yan gave a cold smile and immediately understood Hong Pang’s intentions, but he wasn’t interested in such things; otherwise, he wouldn’t know how many women he had defiled.

"Just an insignificant member of a side branch of the Jian Family!"

Lin Yan said coldly.

Upon hearing the words ’insignificant identity,’ Jian Lingling’s expression slightly changed. She was beautiful and smart, but she could not escape her identity as merely someone from a side branch of the Jian Family, which was a source of pain for her.

"Leave this girl behind later. I’m willing to accept only one-third of the body refining elixir, but I want this girl."

Hong Pang immediately revealed a lecherous smile.

He had defiled many women, but never one so beautiful, especially with such a pure feeling that moved him greatly.

"Fine," Lin Yan agreed without hesitation.

To give up a portion of the body refining elixir for such a woman seemed to him an act of folly.

No matter how beautiful the woman, in Lin Yan’s heart, it was never more important than cultivation.

Hearing their conversation, Jian Lingling’s complexion was instantly drained of color; she never expected these two to be so vicious.

If her body were to be defiled by such people, she would rather die; she’d prefer to give herself to Ye Qingfeng than to such disgusting individuals.

"Enough talk, Zhong Ming, hurry up and finish them so we can go back,"

Ye Qingfeng said indifferently, his pale face completely unconcerned.

"You’re asking to die!" Lin Yan and Hong Pang roared simultaneously.

"Trash!"

Zhong Ming, not wanting to listen to any more nonsense from these two pieces of trash, let out a cold snort and suddenly charged forward.

"No, you are not their match!" Jian Lingling exclaimed suddenly; she knew Lin Yan’s strength, and Ye Qingfeng’s disciple couldn’t possibly be a match.

Jian Lingling hurriedly grabbed Ye Qingfeng’s hand, trying to turn and run, "Ye Qingfeng, let’s run quickly; otherwise, we’ll miss the chance!"

Ye Qingfeng stood still, and Jian Lingling couldn’t move him, bouncing back.

Jian Lingling fell onto Ye Qingfeng’s chest, her pretty face slightly red, and she quickly got up.

She saw Ye Qingfeng’s expression was very calm, watching coldly as Zhong Ming charged toward Lin Yan and Hong Pang.

Though Zhong Ming’s speed wasn’t fast, he was incredibly powerful, each step carrying immense force, causing slight cracks to appear in the ground’s stone.

Lin Yan and Hong Pang exchanged glances, their pupils slightly shrinking as Zhong Ming’s strength seemed even greater than they had imagined.

The two didn’t hesitate further, attacking Zhong Ming simultaneously from the left and right.

Both Lin Yan and Hong Pang practiced cross-training external skills; their bodies were as hard as cast iron, tough and fierce.

Zhong Ming stared coldly at the two, sweeping a punch across that carried an irresistible strength and seemed to cause a roar in the air, terrifying beyond belief.

Hong Pang was aghast; Zhong Ming’s punch was too overpowering, but he had no time to think, only to face it directly.

He struck with both fists simultaneously; he was already a Peak Warrior, his fists akin to diamond ironstone, confident in meeting Zhong Ming’s punch head-on.

Boom!

The clash of three fists resounded with thunder, changing Hong Pang’s complexion as he spat a mouthful of fresh blood.

Hong Pang hadn’t yet reacted when Zhong Ming already kicked Hong Pang in the chest.

The force of Zhong Ming’s kick could shatter even stone floors, and despite Hong Pang being a Martial Artist who trained in external skills, he couldn’t withstand the kick’s power.

Hong Pang’s chest caved in directly, losing all signs of life.

Meanwhile, Lin Yan seized the chance, producing a dagger from somewhere and stabbing directly at Zhong Ming’s chest.

Already so close.

"Slash!"

The sharp dagger cut across Zhong Ming’s chest, only tearing his clothes without damaging his skin at all.

Lin Yan was suddenly aghast; the dagger was specially crafted from alloy with various rare materials, incredibly sharp, yet it couldn’t harm this man!

"No, that’s impossible; you can’t just be a War Master level martial artist; you’ve reached War General level!" Lin Yan exclaimed in fear.

Zhong Ming, expressionless, grabbed Lin Yan’s arm and lifted him forcefully like a sandbag, smashing him to the ground.

Bam!

Lin Yan hit the ground heavily, Zhong Ming’s speed was quick, punching directly onto Lin Yan’s head multiple times, seeming to embed his head into the ground.

Leaving not a single possibility of survival!

"Let’s go."

Ye Qingfeng said calmly, taking the lead to step forward.

Jian Lingling stood frozen, unable to believe the outcome.

Ye Qingfeng’s disciple was so powerful; how terrifying could Ye Qingfeng himself be?

Her family’s highly respected tribute, Lin Yan, along with that exceptional strong bald big man, had both perished at the hands of Ye Qingfeng’s disciple!

If Ye Qingfeng’s disciple were so mighty, how strong must Ye Qingfeng be?

Jian Lingling’s mind suddenly recalled meeting Ye Qingfeng at Eastern University when he said, "I don’t need to understand this world; you simply can’t understand mine."

She finally understood just how formidable Ye Qingfeng was, that this man was never the arrogant fool he seemed but possessed the strength to match his arrogance!

Jian Lingling also remembered that Ye Qingfeng was still a guest professor at Eastern University’s Physics College, and when she visited Ye Qingfeng in the afternoon, Lin Beishan referred to him as "Divine Doctor Ye."

Jian Lingling felt utterly stunned in her heart; was Ye Qingfeng some kind of god? What did he truly understand?

Meanwhile, Wang Siyu returned home from the company.

Upon opening the door and entering the living room, seeing a table full of dishes made Wang Siyu freeze.

Who cooked this? Could it be Ye Qingfeng?

"Ye Qingfeng, did you make these dishes?"

Wang Siyu walked straight to Ye Qingfeng’s room, opened the door, and stopped mid-sentence.

The room was empty.

Ye Qingfeng had been in the room recovering from his injuries for the past few days, not going out, and she had grown accustomed to checking on him when she returned.

She suddenly remembered Ye Qingfeng saying that he was going out with Zhong Ming to handle something in a few days, and it seemed it might be today.

Busy with work, she had forgotten that Ye Qingfeng should have left today.

Looking at the empty bedroom, Wang Siyu suddenly felt a bit lost, the grand villa feeling somewhat hollow to her.

Back when Huayu was struggling, she poured herself entirely into Huayu, fighting for her father’s legacy and her own dreams.

But now, Huayu had already surpassed her ambitions many times over, and she no longer needed to worry about it.

Now, she actually felt a bit empty.

Wang Siyu returned to the dining table, looking at the exquisite dishes, breaking into a gentle, knowing smile.

She hadn’t expected Ye Qingfeng to really cook a table of dishes for her, knowing his personality; his domineering nature didn’t seem like someone who could work in the kitchen.

Who knows if they taste good!