Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"Your companions have already gone ahead, so hurry and follow them!"

In the next instant, a formidable aura erupted from Ye Qingfeng's body, turning into a terrifying gale that ripped through the space before him. Ye Zhenkun was in the background, utterly shocked and speechless.

The Seven Generals of Myanmar turned pale with fright, and as they turned to flee, a golden fist shadow swept across.

The seven were in utter terror, yet the pressure of death unleashed their strongest power at the last moment.

The seven stood in a line, with each person placing their palms on the back of the person in front, passing spiritual power. The seven streams of spiritual power layered, surging forth like a tidal wave.

The golden fist shadow swept through, clashing with the spiritual power of the seven.

"Puh-wa!"

The seven simultaneously spewed blood, their spiritual power torn to nothing in an instant. The golden fist shadow pierced through, smashing the seven angrily into the ground.

"Boom!"

The Ye Family Mansion shook violently, swaying, as countless leaves fluttered.

After a long while, the wind and rain ceased. Ye Zhenkun gazed ahead, his heart chilled.

Before Ye Qingfeng, a massive fist imprint was strikingly visible. The seven generals' bodies were barely discernible, disappearing into the dark pit.

"Those who offend Huaxia shall be killed!"

Ye Qingfeng surveyed coldly, then turned to face Ye Zhenkun.

Under Ye Qingfeng's gaze, Ye Zhenkun's throat moved, and his hand gripping the cane began to tremble.

"Old man, you always tell me how formidable Wei Wuming is, how exceptional Jian Jiaojiao's son is. To me, it's all a big joke!"

His eyes turned cold, and he pointed to the sky.

"I'm telling you, Qin Xin and Liu Mei becoming your daughters-in-law is a great blessing. Between heaven and earth, only Ye Yan and Qin Xin's son is invincible. Any young talent before me, I crush with one hand."

"The name Ye Jiujie will eventually become a myth of this era!"

"The Ye Family will also stand at the peak because of me, Ye Jiujie!"

Ye Qingfeng leapt into the air, flying out.

"You'll clean up this mess yourself. Remember, tomorrow is the day for you to repent in front of my mother's spiritual tablet, and the day Aunt Liu enters the Ye Family!"

"If there's any delay, there will be no more ties between the Ye Family and me!"

With those words, Ye Qingfeng disappeared.

Ye Zhenkun stood still on the spot while the martial artist guards struggled to get up and gathered around, each with eyes filled with awe.

Ye Jiujie, the Invincible War God, killed eight Intermediate War Kings in seconds. Such combat power is truly invincible.

As martial artists, this is the deity in their hearts, unattainable, only to be worshipped and revered.

After being stunned for a long time, Ye Zhenkun finally came to his senses, his eyes filled with ecstatic joy.

Lowering his posture, repenting before Qin Xin's spiritual tablet, welcoming Liu Mei into the Ye Family, and acknowledging the two as daughters-in-law seemed impossible for him before.

After all, both Ye Yan and Ye Gang were geniuses of the Ye Family, yet they made the same mistake by marrying those they shouldn't have.

But now, he felt it was the biggest windfall in the world, a gift from the heavens.

The unrivaled Ye Jiujie returning to the Ye Family, what's dignity compared to that?

The Ye Family might have "Kuang Gang," but couldn't resist covetous forces united against them.

Now, with the heroic and unparalleled Ye Jiujie appearing, what other noble family in Huaxia can compare?

Ouyang Liluo and Ye Miao stayed at Bai Fu Villa. At this moment, the entire banquet hall was shattered, stars visible overhead, looking desolate.

But the banquet hall was still full of people, and no one dared to move. They all believed in Ye Jiujie's words, fearing encountering formidable enemies if they left recklessly.

Yan Wudao stood by Ouyang Liluo, recalling Ye Qingfeng's bold declaration to slaughter all the noble families in Yanjing, his heart chilled, not daring to disobey.

"Bang!"

A stream of light fell from the sky, piercing through the floor, causing the entire ground to shake.

Yan Wudao and Ye Miao, among other experts, were startled as a figure emerged from the smoke and dust, unstained. It was Ye Qingfeng.

"Feng!"

Seeing Ye Qingfeng appear, Ouyang Liluo's face lit up with joy as she ran directly toward him.

Ye Qingfeng, with a gentle smile, opened his arms and embraced Ouyang Liluo.

"I thought you were going to leave me again!"

Ouyang Liluo trembled lightly. She dreaded experiencing the heart-wrenching separation from a few years ago, fearing Ye Qingfeng would never return.

"I told you, I won't leave you again!"

Ye Qingfeng gently kissed her left cheek and released her.

This scene stirred the envy of many onlookers, countless women wishing they could immediately trade places with Ouyang Liluo and be held in Ye Qingfeng's arms.

To be embraced by such a tyrannical figure was dizzyingly enchanting just to imagine.

Han Qingqiu glanced with a hint of dissatisfaction and resentment.

Qiu Ying's face grew paler, her pupils losing focus long ago.

Yu Shuang opened her mouth, still entangled in regret and remorse.

"Ying'er, what have you done!"

Qiu Feng clenched his fists, almost crushing the jade bead in his hand.

For the first time, he realized how foolish his daughter was, pushing away the Heavenly Dragon Divine Son, the strongest son-in-law who could elevate the Qiu Family to the Nine Heavens, to someone else.

Yan Wudao bowed with clasped fists to Ye Qingfeng, asking, "War God, how many enemies have come?"

Ye Qingfeng spoke lightly.

"Not many, just the Eight Generals of Myanmar and the Three Witches of Tai Bang, eleven in total!"

"Hiss!"

His words caused everyone to inhale sharply.

All were top-level fierce figures from small countries surrounding Huaxia, gathering today, truly terrifying.

Yet Ye Qingfeng's next words left everyone stunned.

"I killed them all!"

Yan Wudao smiled wryly. Although he was a Martial Arts Genius, he still lingered at the Intermediate War King, even if he became a High-level War King, he was still a bit lacking.

To handle two to three Intermediate War King Warriors, he could manage with ease, but if four joined forces, he began to feel strained; adding one more, he would undoubtedly be defeated.

The Tai Bang Three Witches and Myanmar Eight Generals, these were top experts from neighboring small countries, especially the Myanmar Eight Generals, who had killed no small number of Hua Xia Battle Kings in recent years, proving their strength.

Yet Ye Qingfeng had killed them all.

The noble families of Yanjing swallowed hard, such combat power befitting the first devil of Huaxia, slaughtering Intermediate War Kings like dogs.

Jian Jiaojiao and Wei Wuming stood together, hardly daring to breathe; today's events shattered their former pride.

Ye Qingfeng, holding Ouyang Liluo's hand, joked, "Let's not go back to school tonight. Let's keep Aunt Liu company watching TV, she's at home alone, must be quite bored!"

Listening to these faintly domineering yet eagerly hopeful words, Ouyang Liluo felt both shy and happy, barely audibly responding with a nod.

"Uncle, Brother Lei, Brother Shan, let's go back. The Ye Family's mess might still need you to handle!"

Ye Qingfeng gave Ye Miao a slight smile, and Ye Miao immediately understood, his heart in shock.