Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1072 - 997: Killing with a Flying Sword

They have already received the news; Ye Qingfeng only brought along his Junior War General bodyguard without any other people, so he shouldn’t be someone from the Ancient Martial World.

Besides, if he were truly from the Ancient Martial World, he wouldn’t have allowed his woman to be tormented for so long.

A group of Martial Artists flocked over, watching this scene excitedly.

On one side was the overlord of the Southwest Region of the Eastern Base, the Carefree Pavilion with a legacy of hundreds of years; on the other, a newly risen young genius, a mysterious Pill Master. They believed this battle would be an exceptionally spectacular Peak showdown.

Especially You Tianming, the Pavilion Master of the Carefree Pavilion, who hadn’t fought in years. If Ye Qingfeng could force him to engage, that would be a true battle of kings!

"Was it them who tortured you?" Ye Qingfeng ignored the Red-clothed Elder and turned to ask Jian Lingling.

"No, it was a skinny old man," Jian Lingling shook her head.

The Red-clothed Elder’s pupils slightly contracted. Even if this girl was saved by Ye Qingfeng, shouldn’t she already be deaf and blind by now?

He exchanged glances with the other elders, all seeing the surprise in each other’s eyes, and instantly realized that it was said Ye Qingfeng’s elixirs were better than those from Scarlet Void Valley.

Now it seemed truly extraordinary; he actually cured that girl completely, and she even looked more spirited.

The Red-clothed Elder suspected that Ye Qingfeng must have had something good to give this woman, otherwise, it wouldn’t be possible for an elixir to have such a significant effect.

"Where is your Pavilion Master? Let him roll out here; let’s settle this together, it’s too troublesome otherwise," Ye Qingfeng said directly.

"You think you can see our Pavilion Master? Boy, you’re truly arrogant; you think killing the grey robe makes you invincible?" the Red-clothed Elder said coldly. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Although Ye Qingfeng killed the grey robe, in their minds, he was still not their match. After all, they were all Intermediate War Generals; no matter how strong Ye Qingfeng was, he couldn’t possibly fight four of them at once.

After all, he’s just a young man in his early twenties. Even if he’s exceptional, how extraordinary could he be?

Peak War General?

So what? They have four Advanced War Generals here, and their combat experience far surpasses a young man’s.

War King Realm?

What a joke; this is the ultimate dream for countless Martial Artists, even their Pavilion Master can’t break through it.

"Then I’ll just have to kill you all first," Ye Qingfeng said, shaking his head as if regretful.

"Young man, don’t be too arrogant; remember, there is always someone stronger..."

The Red-clothed Elder couldn’t finish his sentence; blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He looked down to find a sword had pierced through his chest from behind.

The Red-clothed Elder was dead.

His eyes were wide open, unable to rest in peace, how could this be?

He couldn’t understand why a sword had pierced through his chest.

"Red-clothed!"

The White-clothed Elder shouted incredulously, unable to believe the Red-clothed Elder had been killed just like that.

The group of Martial Artists was stunned; for a Carefree Pavilion elder, a master of Intermediate War General level, standing at the pinnacle of Martial Artists, to be killed so quickly.

Liang Ye and Jiang Chao’s group, already present now, were dumbfounded at the sight.

Killing someone?

This was too terrifying; who exactly were this young man and these people? It felt like a martial arts TV drama; they couldn’t even see where the sword had come from, yet it pierced the old man’s chest.

"Kill!"

The White-clothed Elder was furious; within just a few minutes, one of them had died, how could he not be angry?

This Ye Qingfeng had no regard for the code of Jianghu; the Red-clothed Elder was still speaking, and he just killed him, this person is truly abhorrent.

At the White-clothed Elder’s command, a group of Carefree Pavilion disciples charged forward to avenge the Red-clothed Elder.

Ye Qingfeng looked on coldly, uninterested in dealing with the group of disciples. He wanted a swift victory.

Die!

Ye Qingfeng’s Divine Sense controlled his flying sword once again, flashing a white streak in the air.

"Not good, get back here," the Black-clothed Elder shouted urgently; Ye Qingfeng’s flying sword was too fast, their disciples would only meet their deaths.

Swish!

Indeed, a white flash was seen in mid-air, and in the next second, Ye Qingfeng’s flying sword had slashed through someone’s throat, it was simply too quick.

The white streak kept flashing, reaping the lives of Carefree Pavilion disciples.

"Ye Qingfeng, you’re courting death!" The White-clothed Elder shouted in rage, watching the Carefree Pavilion disciples die tragically.

This person is extremely ruthless, extremely bloody, killing as if slaughtering dogs, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"Let’s strike now, while our disciples are holding off his flying sword, kill him first!" the Green Rob Elder suddenly said.

Ye Qingfeng’s flying sword was too fast, putting immense pressure on them. Now the Red-clothed Elder was dead, reducing their combat power, they must kill Ye Qingfeng now.

As for those disciples who died under Ye Qingfeng’s flying sword, they were sacrificing their lives for the Carefree Pavilion, which is acceptable.

At the Green Rob Elder’s words, the other elders no longer hesitated, immediately forming a triangular formation to assault Ye Qingfeng.

They had been partners for decades; their combined strength was far greater than just one plus one equals two. Together, even if Ye Qingfeng was a Peak War General, he would gain no advantage against them.

"Coach, let me handle this," Zhong Ming stepped forward.

This time, Ye Qingfeng did not stop him, nodding slightly.

During his time at Scarlet Void Valley, Zhong Ming had already reached Intermediate War General level, enough to battle these Carefree Pavilion elders.

With Ye Qingfeng’s permission, Zhong Ming didn’t hesitate, his aura surging; his muscles coiling like dragons, stepping forward, causing the floor to crack. He resembled an indomitable War General.

Zhong Ming leaped up, directly confronting the three Carefree Pavilion elders. His body formidable, enduring several palms without harm.

Though these three elders were Advanced War Generals, Zhong Ming had just advanced to Intermediate War General; naturally, he was no match.

But Zhong Ming practiced the Ancient Body Refining Technique provided by Ye Qingfeng, aided by Blazing Crystal; his body was immensely strong, comparable to special alloys. Even ordinary steel might not match the hardness of his body at its full potential.

Zhong Ming held off the three Carefree Pavilion elders, making Ye Qingfeng quite relaxed. His Divine Sense didn’t even need to precisely control the flying sword; it just spun randomly in the air, reaping the disciples’ lives.

Ye Qingfeng observed coldly, with a calm expression, as if strolling through a garden.

The group of Martial Artists was dumbstruck; over a dozen had died under that flying sword without any ability to resist.