Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1075 - 1000: Crippled

Jian Lingling looked down at You Tianming, the old man responsible for plunging her into endless torment, despair, and pain.

Yet Jian Lingling did not hate You Tianming; in fact, she was somewhat grateful to him. Without him, she would never have intersected paths with Ye Qingfeng.

Nor would she be in this situation now; she could once again approach Ye Qingfeng closely—he even took the initiative to hold her hand.

Covered in blood, You Tianming looked up in fear at Ye Qingfeng and Jian Lingling. If he knew Jian Lingling’s thoughts at this moment, he might once again be angered to the point of spitting blood.

"Spare me, I’m willing to be your slave and servant, and sweep the world clear for you!" You Tianming cried hoarsely, a hint of pleading in his eyes.

He hated himself dearly for being overly confident and disregarding Ye Qingfeng, this young man. Now, he finally understood exactly how defiant the rumors of this young devil were!

A group of martial artists also sighed; Carefree Pavilion was truly unlucky. It was initially none of their business; Ye Qingfeng was just fighting with Scarlet Void Valley.

Back then, he only intended to kill Xu Gou of Scarlet Void Valley. If not for the Grey Clothes Elder meddling to uphold justice, Carefree Pavilion might still be the hegemon of the Southwest Region of the Eastern Base.

But now, they faced such a downfall.

Perhaps the moment the Grey Clothes Elder intervened, Carefree Pavilion’s fate was already sealed.

"Sweep the world clear? Sorry, not every dog is qualified to follow me."

Ye Qingfeng said coldly, his flying sword radiating a white glow beside him.

You Tianming wished to be a dog beside him, but Ye Qingfeng refused, simply because he aggravated Jian Lingling.

Though Ye Qingfeng did not like Jian Lingling at that time, it was widely known that Jian Lingling was his person. Carefree Pavilion dared to provoke him, which was like touching a dragon’s reverse scale.

Ye Qingfeng was not a dragon.

He was far more formidable than a dragon; dragons were merely creatures he had slaughtered before.

"Touch my woman, and you must pay the price!"

Ye Qingfeng’s voice was icy, and the flying sword suspended by his side seemed to feel its master’s attitude, emitting cold gleams.

"My woman..."

Upon hearing this, Jian Lingling felt a stir in her heart, secretly delighted, despite knowing Ye Qingfeng might have said it casually or to establish her authority.

Yet hearing Ye Qingfeng’s bold words, Jian Lingling still felt warmth in her heart.

"Stop!"

Just as Ye Qingfeng was about to act, suddenly, another figure appeared.

An elder with a sage-like demeanor stepped out from the martial artists, dressed in white with a youthful face despite his white hair, clearly no ordinary person.

Ye Qingfeng’s brow furrowed slightly—another meddlesome person, truly troublesome!

However, it did not matter; he would kill them all. Ye Qingfeng, having commenced slaughter, did not mind killing another.

The last person to tell him to stop was the Grey Clothes Elder of Carefree Pavilion. That elder was dead now, too, and even Carefree Pavilion no longer existed.

Zhong Ming, now almost in sync with Ye Qingfeng, attacked directly without waiting for Ye Qingfeng to speak.

"Who do you think you are, daring to make the Instructor stop!"

"Wait, stop!" The old man exclaimed, retreating several steps.

But Zhong Ming paid no heed; as long as the Instructor had not commanded him to stop, his target remained this elder.

Zhong Ming’s offensives were astoundingly powerful; he was now an Intermediate War General, moreover trained in cultivation techniques given by Ye Qingfeng, vastly superior to common cultivation techniques.

Therefore, among martial artists of the same level, few could rival Zhong Ming.

This elder was not weak, fighting as he retreated, and for a time, Zhong Ming could not prevail over him.

Their battle’s impact was so great that it affected adjacent martial artists, mostly War Master level. They quickly retreated to avoid injuries.

Ye Qingfeng was disinterested in their fight; he could see the elder was strong, likely slightly stronger than Zhong Ming. But with him present, Zhong Ming would be unharmed.

Ye Qingfeng turned his gaze to You Tianming, then said to Jian Lingling, "Close your eyes."

Jian Lingling hesitated but obediently closed her eyes.

"Everything he did to torment you, now I will return it all to him!" Ye Qingfeng said coldly.

The scene was too bloody; Jian Lingling was just an ordinary girl. Ye Qingfeng did not want her to witness it.

"Ye Qingfeng, you can’t kill him, you can’t!" the elder shouted.

Seeing Ye Qingfeng’s flying sword aimed at You Tianming, his heart raced. As he tried to intervene, he was entangled with Zhong Ming.

Though stronger than Zhong Ming, it was mainly due to experience. But Zhong Ming’s physique was overwhelmingly robust, directly receiving the elder’s attacks.

For a time, the elder could not stop Ye Qingfeng.

You Tianming’s eyes widened; Ye Qingfeng’s flying sword was not fast, but his injuries were grave. His chest was collapsed, leaving him unable to resist.

"Swoosh!"

Ye Qingfeng’s flying sword directly slashed across You Tianming’s eyes. In an instant, blood poured from his eyes.

"Ah!"

Even as a Peak War General, You Tianming could not help but scream—not from the pain in his eyes, but from heartbreak.

With his eyes maimed, his martial arts were ruined, a fate worse than death.

Ye Qingfeng’s expression remained cold as he pointed, releasing a bolt of spiritual power that shattered You Tianming’s eardrums.

Cutting off You Tianming’s ears would be futile; hearing loss suffices. As a Peak Martial Artist, his hearing is vastly superior to ordinary people, allowing him to hear some sounds.

Hence, Ye Qingfeng shattered his eardrums with spiritual power.

Now he was completely deaf, and he was a blind man as well.

What he owed Jian Lingling, Ye Qingfeng now returned in full!

Seeing this, the martial artists felt a jolt in their hearts; Ye Qingfeng was utterly cold-blooded. He was calm when killing disciples of Carefree Pavilion.

And now, when torturing You Tianming, he was equally indifferent; this man is truly cold-blooded to the extreme!

The martial artists quietly warned themselves not to provoke this person; offending him was worse than death.

Better to face King Yan than provoke the God of Kill!

"Alright, alright, no more fights. I won’t meddle anymore." The elder shouted, retreating quickly and gesturing to Zhong Ming.

But Zhong Ming paid no attention; as long as the Instructor remained silent, the elder was his enemy.

He stepped forward, preparing to attack.

Seeing this, the elder was speechless; this guy was too obstinate. No matter what he said, Zhong Ming intended to attack, like a stubborn bull.

"Enough, Zhong Ming, cease the fight."

Ye Qingfeng’s voice resonated.