Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

Today, indeed, is a great disaster for the Ye Family.

"Leaving?" Sai Ye sneered, "Old Master of the Ye Family, are you out of your mind? A young brat thinks he can escape from the hands of the Eight Intermediate War Kings? Isn't that too ridiculous?"

Ye Zhenkun's face turned pale; indeed, even if Ye Qingfeng escaped at this moment, how could he evade the pursuit of the eight martial arts masters?

A sense of desolation filled his heart. His gaze fell on Ye Qingfeng, but it calmed down instead.

"Forget it, there's no escaping death today!" He chuckled, shaking his head slightly, "I never thought the one accompanying me, this old fellow, to the end would be you, this mischievous boy."

Thinking of Ye Qingfeng's debauched nature, he didn't feel too disgusted, only regretting his lack of ambition. Additionally, because of Qin Xin and Liu Mei, he had only grown to dislike Ye Qingfeng more.

Yet, his heart still held deep affection for this son of Ye Yan, his nephew.

"Old codger, stop dreaming!"

Ye Qingfeng flicked his cigarette butt behind the wall and said nonchalantly, "To think I would die is the biggest joke under the heavens!"

Reflecting on Ye Zhenkun's previous behavior, Ye Qingfeng's dislike for him lessened somewhat.

"Brother Lei and Brother Shan are fine; there's no need for your nonsense!"

He gestured towards the Myanmar Eight Generals, his tone indifferent.

"Old man, I'm giving you a chance now. After this matter, repent before my mother's spiritual tablet, and bring Aunt Liu into the Ye Family with great honor, announcing their status as the Ye Family's daughters-in-law to all of Yanjing!"

"As long as you agree, I will handle these eight fellows for you, how about that?"

Ye Qingfeng's tone was calm, as if dealing with the Myanmar Eight Generals was as simple as squashing a few ants.

The eyes of the Myanmar side were filled with mocking and derision.

Ye Zhenkun's face completely darkened. In this scenario, Ye Qingfeng was still boasting and joking here, he felt this brat was utterly hopeless.

Sai Ye looked at Ye Qingfeng with disdain, "Unexpectedly, the famous Huaxia 'Flame God,' his son turned out to be an ignorant waste, what a pity for his lifetime of glory!"

The Flame God naturally referred to Ye Yan, Ye Gang also had a nickname, Kuang Gang.

These both were nicknames earned by the two brothers back then.

"Too much talk!"

The moment he finished speaking, Ye Qingfeng suddenly spoke softly. In the next instant, Sai Ye only felt a fist rapidly enlarging in his eyes, the fierce wind howling, and he couldn't even react in time.

"Boom!"

Sai Ye's entire body shot into the air, tearing apart a wall, and his head had already exploded under that punch, brain matter splattering everywhere.

The remaining seven were instantly stunned, eyes bulging in shock.

Ye Zhenkun's old eyes widened fiercely, his cane almost falling to the ground. What did he just see?

An Intermediate War King, who once escaped from Ye Gang's hands, the Myanmar's Sai Ye, was killed with a punch just like that?

He looked back in shock, Ye Qingfeng still stood on the high wall as if he hadn't moved an inch, one hand in his pocket, overlooking the scene below.

"This one talked too much, so I killed him first, seven left!"

He chuckled mischievously and asked.

"Old man, have you considered? As long as you nod, I'll annihilate them!"

Ye Zhenkun's heart surged, momentarily losing his ability to think.

He knew Ye Qingfeng's character all too well: indulgent in pleasure, frivolous and mischievous, his only capabilities were eating, drinking, and playing.

But now, killing a War King in an instant? How could that be possible?

Before he could respond, the remaining Seven Generals cast terrified glances and took a few steps back in horror, asking.

"Who are you?"

Their hearts were filled with fear; Sai Ye was the strongest among the eight of them, and even he was killed in one strike. This boy's might was beyond words.

With such power, could even "Kuang Gang" be this terrifying?

Ye Qingfeng heard this, gently leaping down and blocking Ye Zhenkun in front.

He pointed his forefinger at his own chest, speaking proudly.

"Ye Family, Ye Qingfeng!"

The next moment, he shifted his tone, grinning.

"Of course, you may also call me"

"Ye Jiujie!"

"Ye Jiujie?"

The remaining Seven Generals from Myanmar's faces dramatically changed, retreating three more steps, the fear in their eyes intensifying.

"You are Ye Jiujie?"

One among them pointed at Ye Qingfeng, his arm trembling fiercely. How could they not know the name of Huaxia's Ye Jiujie?

The youth rose to prominence, sweeping through Huaxia's martial arts world, even surpassing the once unanimously recognized top martial arts prodigy "Yu Yaosheng."

Most terrifying was the shocking news announced on the International Martial Artists Network, ranking him on the War God List forty-five and fifty, revealing a news that shocked countless martial artists.

Ye Jiujie single-handedly slew the Six Great Venerables of the God Slaying Hall, severely injured one of the Four Great Earth Saints of the God Slaying Hall, Zi Yue, in one move. Such achievements were simply inconceivable and indescribable.

Two months after Ye Jiujie ascended to the fiftieth position on the War God List, the news came out that the Blood Demon Ancestor, ranked forty-five, had died, naturally replaced by Ye Jiujie.

And quite a few martial artists speculated that the Blood Demon Ancestor went to Huaxia and had to have fallen to the hands of Huaxia's strongest, at least a strike from a War Emperor Warrior, and most believed this person to be the Invincible War God Ye Jiujie.

Such a terrifying top-notch master, compared to "Kuang Gang," was even more formidable. Although they were Intermediate War King experts themselves, how could they dare to contend with Ye Jiujie?

Known that all martial artists on the War God List were without exception in the War Emperor Realm, with few at the Peak War King level.

This further explained Ye Qingfeng's demonic ability to fight above his weight class in martial arts.

The gap between them and a War Emperor Warrior was like heaven and earth.

The seven were stunned, and Ye Zhenkun behind Ye Qingfeng was more shocked beyond words.

Ye Qingfeng had accomplished nothing from a young age, lagging far behind peers, even unable to compare with the younger generation like Wei Wuming, Ye Lei, and Ye Shan.

Ye Yan, Qin Xin had long been gone.

So, he blamed it on Ye Gang and Liu Mei, who taught Ye Qingfeng.

He didn't know how many times he had reprimanded Ye Gang for it, but with Liu Mei's protection, Ye Gang was helpless.

In the past years, Ye Qingfeng was expelled from the Ye Family, disappearing without a trace.

Now, after these years reappearing, he had become the Ye Jiujie who swept through Huaxia's martial arts world and dominated the world?

He wondered if he was dreaming!

Ye Qingfeng ignored the Myanmar Seven, slightly tilting his head, speaking to the still shocked Ye Zhenkun: "Old man, my patience is limited, now, immediately, give me an answer."

Ye Zhenkun finally returned to his senses, though still finding it hard to believe, he nodded fervently, without hesitation.

"Alright, I agree!"

"Very well!"

Ye Qingfeng smiled slightly, looking back at the seven already overwhelmed with fear.

"Myanmar Eight Generals, it seems my father and Uncle Gang once defeated you!"

"Back then, eight of you escaped; today, I'll help them finish the job!"

He pointed at Sai Ye, whose vitality vanished, with a wicked smile.