Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

Since Ye Jiujie rose to fame in Huaxia, his deeds have spread like the wind, inspiring countless Martial Artists to worship and revere him as if he were a god.

At first, Leopard only had slight awe for Ye Jiujie, but a few days ago he heard from Yan Wudao that Ye Jiujie had swept through twenty-one Intermediate War Kings in Yanjing alone. Instantly, he revered him like a deity and idolized him.

Although she didn't know Ye Jiujie's identity or appearance, it didn't stop her admiration and worship for him.

"Boom!"

A sudden dark ray swept in from the side, striking towards the young man.

The eyes of Longhu and Leopard focused intently. Such a solid and heavy attack, even if they combined forces, could likely not withstand a single blow.

The young man, however, remained indifferent. He only slightly extended his hand and then grabbed the edge of the dark ray, giving it a fierce tug.

"Sizzle!"

The dark ray shattered, leaving the young man unharmed, his eyes shining like stars.

Shangchuan Duan Shui's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Who exactly are you?"

If the first time he could block his attack was unexpected, this time he had acted seriously, yet Ye Qingfeng easily defused it, which was entirely another level.

The young man before him was undoubtedly a great expert with at least Peak Battle King strength.

The young man carried one hand behind his back, pointed to himself, and with a teasing smile, coolly spoke words that echoed incessantly.

"Huaxia, Ye Jiujie!"

The young man's voice was not loud, yet it exploded like a bomb in everyone's ears, with thunderous sound.

Longhu's eyes froze, a shocked expression climbed onto their faces.

Leopard's delicate body trembled even more, filled with disbelief.

"Ye Jiujie?"

She had been thinking about Ye Jiujie just a moment ago, and now, the idol she had always admired and revered was standing hundreds of meters away?

This young man was Ye Jiujie, her idol all along?

Previously, her heart held some resentment towards Ye Qingfeng, but now looking closely, Ye Qingfeng was as handsome as an immortal descending to earth, with sword-like brows and bright eyes, blending elegance with masculine vigor in his expression, possessing the demeanor of a king unafraid of a crumbling Tai Shan.

Longhu also came to their senses, secretly cursing their foolishness.

They should have long guessed; apart from Ye Jiujie at the top of the Hidden Dragon List, who else could such a powerful and terrifying Huaxia young man be?

"It really is you!"

Shangchuan Duan Shui's gaze tightened, his eyes filled with extreme dread.

This time, stealing the sword back to his country, the person he dreaded the most in his heart was Ye Jiujie.

He ranked sixtieth on the War God List, while Ye Jiujie ranked forty-fifth, able to single-handedly slay the six great venerables of the God Slaying Hall and severely wound one of the Four Great Earth Saints, Zi Yue, in one move. Such combat strength was indeed worthy of the War God List.

If it were him, he probably couldn't be as decisive as Ye Jiujie.

"I never thought you'd dare to come to my Japan alone!"

Shangchuan Duan Shui sized up Ye Qingfeng, having encountered him in two exchanges earlier, the fierce and surging power filled him with inner shock.

"A small Japan, what do I, Ye Jiujie, have to fear? The world is vast; is there any place that can stop me?"

Ye Qingfeng grinned slightly, his tone filled with disdain.

"It's rumored that Ye Jiujie is arrogant and unrestrained, sees no one in his eyes, and scorns heaven and earth. The rumor turns out to be true!"

Leopard's heart was excited; she really didn't expect to meet her idol here, and moreover, that she would be saved by her idol, akin to a classic hero-saving-beauty scenario!

Thinking of the moment she brushed past Ye Qingfeng earlier, a blush and stolen joy surged in her heart.

Ye Qingfeng's gaze was indifferent, his tone carrying a chill.

"Coming to my Huaxia, stealing the Chiyou Sword, and leaving the words 'Huaxia has no one,' was all done by you?"

Shangchuan Duan Shui's expression was solemn, yet he nodded.

"Of course it was me!"

Hearing Shangchuan Duan Shui's words, Ye Qingfeng let out a teasing laugh, "Very well!"

"Back then your Japan attempted to invade my Huaxia, ultimately beaten like a dead dog, forced to surrender and retreat. Now, hundreds of years later, you seem to have forgotten the pain, daring to show off in my Huaxia and steal national treasures!"

"Huaxia has no one? Quite the bold claim!"

"I came here just to see, you Shangchuan Duan Shui, a mere ninja juggling tricks, what qualifications do you have to utter such wild words?"

Ye Qingfeng stomped his foot hard, the ground within a hundred meters shuddered violently, sand and leaves whirling up to the sky.

"Today, I, Ye Jiujie, will challenge your Japan alone and see who can stop me!"

"Whoosh!"

As his words fell, Ye Qingfeng's figure shot up into the sky, heading straight for Shangchuan Duan Shui.

Shangchuan Duan Shui's lips curved into a cold smile, his palms crossed, with special Spiritual Power already infused into them.

These two flesh palms became as sharp as numerous sharp blades in an instant, able to slice through even hard materials like bulletproof glass as if they were tofu.

"Buzz!"

The blade sliced through the air, even a strand of hair would be cut in two, incredibly sharp.

Ye Qingfeng's figure struck forward, completely ignoring the sharp hand blade, his arm swept across, enduring entirely with his flesh.

"Buzz!"

His arm collided directly with Shangchuan Duan Shui's hand blade, only a piercing scream was heard as Shangchuan Duan Shui's figure recoiled, retreating dozens of yards in the air.

Ye Qingfeng stood in the distance, stepping on void, a trace of surprise in his eyes.

The toughness of his flesh surpasses even great experts like Long Yuntian trained in Cross Training, meaning over ninety percent of the sharp instruments in the world can't budge him in the slightest, yet at this moment there were actually two white marks on his arm.

Though unscathed, leaving marks on his body was already enough to surprise him slightly.

Shangchuan Duan Shui's Spiritual Power blade edge was indeed one of the sharpest in the world.

"Interesting!"

He grinned, his mischievous smile surfacing once more.

Shangchuan Duan Shui was shocked in his heart. His hand blade was crafted by the Shangchuan Family's secret technique, painstakingly refined to its current achievement, capable of splitting tendons and cutting armor.

But Ye Qingfeng, to face it with his bare flesh, remaining unharmed, such physical strength was terrifying.

Ye Qingfeng's toe tapped in the void, exploding a wave of air, already closing in on him.

Shangchuan Duan Shui's gaze focused, he too propelled forward, his palms waving continuously, clashing with Ye Qingfeng's fists abruptly in the void, each impact generating dazzling sparks.

The ground resounded with explosions, countless towering trees in the forest being pressed to tilt downward, branches breaking.

The two fought while traveling in the air, sparks filling the sky.

Long, Hu, and Leopard were already stupefied by the sight, never having seen such an intense confrontation, the grand and heroic actions of treading void, making the heavens the battlefield, filling them with awe.

This was the power of a Peak Battle King!

"Bang!"

An explosion of essence spread in the void as Ye Qingfeng swung a fist, golden light flashing, the fist shadow rapidly enlarging in the air.

Shangchuan Duan Shui crossed his hand blade in front of his chest, two astonishing strands of Spiritual Power extending constantly, like two blade edges dozens of yards long.

Then he split his hands, the blade edge came slashing out, rushing directly towards the fist shadow.