Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

Yet he didn't resist at all, directly subdued by the teenager. Who is this boy, and how does he possess such terrifying strength?

The people in the hall scattered in a glance, leaving only the members of the Miyazaki Family. Ning Haoran and others had long since fled, but Bai Wan'er remained unmoving, frozen like a statue.

"Who are you, and what is your aim?"

Several stewards of the Miyazaki Family looked terrified but still mustered the courage to ask.

"Swish!"

The moment they finished speaking, a blood mark burst out, and blood spurted wildly from their necks as they fell backward.

"Too much pointless talking!"

The rest of the Miyazaki Family members stared wide-eyed, as they didn't even know how Ye Qingfeng made his move, so eerie was the death of these people.

A wave of ultimate fear surged within each of their hearts. This boy, like a devil descending, killed with such crisp decisiveness.

Bai Wan'er's heart trembled slightly. If someone else killed so ruthlessly, she would have screamed in fear long ago, but since it was Ye Qingfeng, she remained unresponsive, staring blankly instead.

"Tara!"

Footsteps sounded from outside, a fully armed team appeared, each holding a submachine gun.

"Put down the young master!"

The leader shouted fiercely, and all the guns pointed at Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng held Miyazaki Keiji with one hand and slowly turned around.

"Swish!"

He swung his right hand diagonally, a blade of Spiritual Power sliced through the air, making a soft noise.

The entire team of gunmen looked at their abdomens in shock, a blood mark faintly appeared, and then their bodies split in two, blood staining the ground.

"Ah!"

Miyazaki Yui couldn't help but scream. She had never seen such a bloody, violent scene growing up, nor encountered such ruthless killers.

The scream drew Ye Qingfeng's gaze, and she instantly froze, terror lighting her eyes.

"Huh?"

Ye Qingfeng only glanced at her indifferently, but his eyes settled on Bai Wan'er beside her.

He hadn't expected Bai Wan'er to appear here.

Bai Wan'er's expression was complex and unreadable. When she saw Ye Qingfeng looking over, she turned her head slightly, tears shimmering in her eyes.

After pausing his gaze on Bai Wan'er for a few seconds, he turned towards Miyazaki Keiji.

"Your turn!"

He released his palm, then suddenly gripped the clothes on Miyazaki Keiji's chest and slammed him to the ground.

"Puwa!"

Miyazaki Keiji spat blood wildly, his body embedding into the ground, creating a dent.

Ye Qingfeng stepped on his chest with one foot, coldness filling his gaze.

"Speak, where is the Dishang River?"

Before coming here, he had obtained intel from the Special Task Force that though Dishang River's whereabouts were elusive, it was closely related to the Miyazaki Family of Japan Shinnai.

This is why his first stop was Shinnai.

"I... I don't know!"

Miyazaki Keiji felt an overwhelming terror. He considered himself among the strong in his generation, yet against this boy, he had no power to resist and lay injured underfoot.

Moreover, this boy acted with ruthless cruelty, wasting no words, killing without hesitation, inciting his fear.

"Is that so?"

Ye Qingfeng smiled, and his raised foot was about to stomp down.

"No!"

Miyazaki Keiji cried out softly, eyes wide with despair.

"Whoosh!"

A swish sounded as a blade shadow flashed, attacking Ye Qingfeng's back.

"Hmph!"

Ye Qingfeng slightly leaned to the side, the blade shadow sweeping past, slicing a solid wall into pieces.

A figure leaped over, holding a Japanese Sword, face deeply shadowed.

"Family Head!"

Members of the Miyazaki Family exclaimed joyously; the newcomer was the family head, Miyazaki Ryosuke.

"Uncle is here, this guy is done for!"

Seeing Miyazaki Ryosuke's arrival, Miyazaki Yui felt at ease.

Miyazaki Ryosuke was the Miyazaki Family's top expert, a High-level War King, powerful across Japan with few adversaries. With him taking action, she believed Ye Qingfeng was near his end.

This wild man was bound to be slain by Miyazaki Ryosuke!

Ye Qingfeng still stepped on Miyazaki Keiji's chest, slightly turning his head to look at Miyazaki Ryosuke standing with his sword.

"So, you're the head of the Miyazaki Family?"

He didn't even turn his body, speaking casually as if Miyazaki Ryosuke, this High-level War King, was beneath notice.

"Family Head, kill him quickly. He has killed no fewer than twenty of our family members!"

Several Miyazaki members tried to rush out, but as they reached the threshold, their bodies froze.

"Swish!"

A blade of air crossed, over ten heads rolled, scattering on the ground, causing Miyazaki Ryosuke to focus in shock.

"A master!"

At this moment, only these two words surfaced in Miyazaki Ryosuke's mind.

Ye Qingfeng had easily dodged his attack from behind and now could kill with Spiritual Power before his very eyes, indicating strength in no way inferior to him.

"Father, save me!"

Miyazaki Keiji spoke with great difficulty, blood at the corners of his mouth.

"Oh? He's your father?"

Ye Qingfeng grinned, turning to Miyazaki Ryosuke, "Very fair, tell me what I want to know, and I'll spare your son's life!"

"Hmph, arrogant!"

Seeing his beloved son injured, Miyazaki Ryosuke's heart surged with anger. With a single step, his figure swept through the hall, standing before Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng's gaze slightly tightened. Indeed, this movement technique was commendable; among High-level War Kings, this man was the fastest he had seen.

"Swish!"

Miyazaki Ryosuke wielded his sword with one hand, slashing diagonally, a blade gleam flashing in the hall, dazzling the eyes of Miyazaki Yui and Bai Wan'er with light spots.

The fierce Sword Qi sliced through tables and chairs, leaving jagged marks on the ground. This cut was both fast and fierce, making a soft breaking noise in the air.

The Sword Qi raged, yet Ye Qingfeng didn't dodge a bit, stepping down until the Japanese Sword almost reached him. Only then did he slowly extend his right hand.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound echoed, the light spots exploded suddenly, and as the light faded,

Miyazaki Keiji, pinned beneath, and Miyazaki Yui alike widened their eyes, witnessing an incredible scene.

Miyazaki Ryosuke's sharp and almost unstoppable Japanese Sword was now suspended in the air, unable to advance an inch.

And holding it still was just a single finger, a finger that seemed easy to break.

"How is this possible?"

Miyazaki Keiji roared internally. His father's sword skills reigned in Japan, unmatched except by Shangchuan Duan Shui, yet a youth with just a finger stopped the fierce, raging Japanese Sword. What kind of strength was this?

"Puff!"

Their expressions froze again.

A cut appeared on Miyazaki Ryosuke's chest, slashing from his right shoulder down to his left rib, with blood gushing out.