Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"Young Master Fu Feilong, I'm afraid we really need your help this time. That kid is too arrogant, he actually forced the heads of the four families from the east, west, south, and north to kneel in the hotel inner hall!"

Hearing Zhong Chuhao's words, Zhong Xiaoqiong, standing by, widened her beautiful eyes in disbelief.

That extraordinarily handsome yet overwhelmingly domineering young man not only dared to violently fight the Jinling Four Young Masters, but even dared to take action against the Four Family Heads?

The young man named Fu Feilong showed a trace of disdain on his face.

"Just a minor character, you say he can fight one against a hundred, but in the eyes of us Martial Artists, that's nothing extraordinary!"

"Later, there's no need for my grandfather to take action. I alone am enough to handle him and let you know what Martial Arts really means!"

Fu Feilong was full of confidence, lightly clenching his fist.

Zhong Xiaoqiong's beautiful eyes sparkled with admiration for such a young Martial Arts Master like Fu Feilong.

Thinking of that arrogant young man, she felt that Fu Feilong before her was the true youthful hero. Even though Ye Qingfeng could fight hundreds alone, he was no match for Fu Feilong, especially since Fu Feilong's grandfather was the renowned "Lord Dao".

A few minutes later, the Bentley finally arrived at the Central Hotel!

Fu Feilong got out of the car first, wearing an arrogant expression as he led the way.

Although this trip from Lingnan to Yanjing was a blow to his confidence, after a few days, he regained his usual arrogance.

Among his generation, his talent was enough to rank in the top fifty, but as for someone as freakishly gifted as Ye Jiujie, he preferred not to think about it.

"Grandfather, please get out of the car!"

Zhong Chuhao and Zhong Xiaoqiong stood aside as Fu Feilong softly spoke to the elderly man inside the car who was resting his eyes.

The old man opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing.

He nodded, and before anyone could see how he moved, he was already outside the car.

Zhong Chuhao and Zhong Xiaoqiong's pupils slightly enlarged, unable to comprehend such a method.

"Is this what they call a Martial Arts Master?"

Thinking of this, Zhong Chuhao felt increasingly settled in his heart.

As they walked into the hotel, they quickly arrived at the inner hall.

The atmosphere inside was eerie, and those Family Heads or leaders who usually loved to converse were now silent, the air was heavy with tension.

Zhong Chuhao and Zhong Xiaoqiong looked toward the center of the inner hall, and their gazes immediately froze.

The Family Heads of the east, west, south, and north were all in a disheveled state, with blood on them. The heads of the southern and northern families were even kneeling on the floor, unable to move.

Zhong Chuhao's heart was in utter shock. These were figures on par with him, yet they were all turned into crippled people, kneeling disgracefully.

He drew a cold breath, thinking that if he hadn't been asked to pick up "Lord Dao", he might have been among those kneeling.

Zhong Xiaoqiong gently covered her red lips, her beautiful eyes filled with horror.

She couldn't believe that the Family Heads who held the same esteemed position as her father were now as miserable as dead dogs.

"Did he do it again?"

She hardly doubted it. Besides that handsome young man, who else would dare act so brazenly?

Fu Feilong raised his eyebrows. He had met the Family Heads of the east, west, south, and north before, each one a notable figure in Jinling City, and the current situation surprised even him.

The elderly man, with an immortal demeanor, still looked calm, but a trace of astonishment lingered in his eyes.

He was curious too about which junior dared to act so wildly and force the Four Family Heads to kneel.

"Outrageous!"

Zhong Chuhao scolded, but he didn't dare step forward, only standing beside "Lord Dao" and Fu Feilong.

Through Zhong Xiaoqiong, he learned that Ye Qingfeng was an unrepentant rogue, with extraordinary skills, able to fight hundreds alone. Such a person could probably only be subdued by Fu Feilong and a Martial Arts Master like "Lord Dao".

When Zhong Chuhao and his company entered, all eyes turned toward them, with countless gazes eventually resting on the elderly man in the center, and more than eighty percent showed expressions of awe and reverence.

"Is that really Lord Dao?"

Some people didn't know "Lord Dao"'s identity, but seeing Zhong Chuhao being so respectful, they curiously asked, "Lord Dao? That old man? Who is he?"

"You don't even know Lord Dao? He's a prominent Martial Arts figure from our Northern Base, with a revered status. It's said that even the Clan Leader of a major family in Yanjing apologized to him and asked for forgiveness!"

"Lord Dao is the Sect Leader of the Hong Fist Sect. He once single-handedly split a car and punched down a building. The Five Major Families all tried to curry favor with him, inviting him several times to no avail, and now he's actually here!"

Numerous gazes converged on the seated Ye Qingfeng, full of pity and schadenfreude.

"With Lord Dao here, that young man is doomed!"

On one hand, there was the renowned, awe-inspiring Junior War King, feared even by the major families in Yanjing.

On the other, just a somewhat skilled, arrogant young man. Anyone could immediately make a judgment.

Duan Yu's heart was sinking. He knew who Lord Dao was, and if Ye Qingfeng acted so arrogantly before this man, his life would be in danger.

Fu Feilong's eyes grew cold, intending to show off before everyone. He stepped out and shouted, "Who did this?"

Instantly, all eyes fell on Ye Qingfeng. Fu Feilong's eyes narrowed, looking at him but only seeing a back sitting on a chair, which felt oddly familiar.

The person didn't move, but the chair turned on its own, facing Fu Feilong directly, with eyes filled with indifference meeting his gaze.

"I did it. Do you have a problem with that?"

Zhong Xiaoqiong's beautiful eyes held a hint of fervor. She really wanted to see how a young Martial Arts Master like Fu Feilong would thrash Ye Qingfeng.

Zhong Chuhao's eyes were cold, while the Four Family Heads, forced to kneel, were burning with anger.

"Young Master Fu Feilong, help us teach this scoundrel a lesson, cripple him!"

The group shouted in unison.

Everyone was waiting for a show to unfold, but as one of the lead characters, Fu Feilong's pupils shrank, recoiling as if he'd seen a ghost.

Never in his life had he felt as terrified as he did now.

The young man seated in the chair, with a calm gaze, was absolutely the person he feared most, bar none.

He clearly remembered that just a few days ago, the once proud Cold Smiling Buddha, who could defeat the Yin Yang Dual Swords in an instant and had topped the Hua Xia Hidden Dragon List four decades ago, was killed in one strike by this very young man before him.

That unparalleled strength, earth-shattering power, left an indelible mark on his heart.

"Ye... Ye...."

He trembled all over, his heart frozen to the core, retreating to "Lord Dao"'s side.

Ye Qingfeng glanced at "Lord Dao", recalling a person.

"Fu Tiandao, the Hong Clan master with the strength of a War King?"

He smiled slightly, speaking casually.