Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"Hmph!"

Ye Qingfeng grinned, disregarding everything, reached out with one hand, and lightly tapped a finger on Yang Beixuan's chest.

"Bang!"

At the same time, Yang Tainan's palm struck Ye Qingfeng's back, but there was no trace of joy on his face; instead, he appeared frightened.

He had used all his strength in that palm, but striking Ye Qingfeng's back hadn't caused him to move at all. Instead, Yang Tainan felt as if his hand had hit solid leather, a numb sensation spreading through his palm.

"Ah!"

Yang Beixuan let out a miserable cry, spitting out blood from his mouth, and was directly thrown out of the pavilion.

"Beixuan!"

Yang Tainan couldn't care about his own shock and shot out, catching Yang Beixuan mid-air before landing on the ground.

"How dare you, brat?"

The four remaining elders, seeing their senior brother's grandson gravely injured in an instant, roared in rage and lunged at Ye Qingfeng.

"Four old geezers!"

Ye Qingfeng sneered, his figure transforming into a phantom.

"You're first!"

The elder named Qin Xingmang suddenly felt his wrist being grabbed, a hand clasped on his back, and all at once, a tremendous force sent him flying.

"The second one!"

Another elder named Dan Juhai, eyes filled with horror, only saw a blur before his shoulder was seized. Like Qin Xingmang, he was inexplicably thrown out.

"Third, fourth!"

Yu Zhou and Gong Li felt a strong force from behind next, propelling them out of the pavilion, flying through the air.

The five of them managed to stabilize themselves mid-air and looked back, their eyes filled with fear.

The young man standing atop the steps did not even glance at them, holding Ouyang Liluo with one arm, eyes indifferent.

"Wife, I'm here to get you!"

Ye Qingfeng curled his lips into a mischievous grin, jokingly said.

"Mhm, I know!"

Ouyang Liluo rested her small head on his shoulder, both shy and joyful.

Ouyang Donghai and his wife were already dumbfounded, witnessing everything in a flash, not even comprehending what had happened.

Lian Zhirou, who had always looked down on Ye Qingfeng, stared in shock and disbelief at that moment.

A young man, despite being blocked by Yang Tainan, forcefully ascended the platform, withstanding Yang Tainan's palm unscathed, then critically injuring Yang Beixuan with one finger. The remaining four high-level War King experts were all thrown out of the pavilion by him one by one. How was this possible?

She was utterly shocked, feeling that everything unfolding before her was both thrilling and absurd, shattering her worldview.

Wasn't the son of the "Flame God" supposed to be a profligate waste?

How could he possess such unfathomable methods?

Ye Gang, observing Ye Qingfeng's every move from below, was equally astonished.

"Xiao Feng's current strength is increasingly unfathomable!"

Above, the four elders stepped on air, eyes full of doubt. Previously, they hadn't sensed any Martial Artist aura from Ye Qingfeng.

But in the instant he attacked, the power he unleashed was incredibly strong.

For Ye Qingfeng to throw all four out of the pavilion within mere tens of seconds, though part of it was due to their underestimating him, it undoubtedly proved Ye Qingfeng's Transcendent strength.

If, in the moment of tossing them, Ye Qingfeng had used Hard Force instead of Skillful Force, they might have been injured by now.

Yang Tainan held Yang Beixuan as they landed; blood continued to bubble from Yang Beixuan's mouth. His eyes were filled with terror and hatred, pointing toward Ye Qingfeng, standing on the pavilion.

"Grandfather, he... he..."

He couldn't comprehend how a profligate son could hurt him, especially in front of five strong individuals, severely injuring him.

"Beixuan, don't speak. Your internal organs are severely injured. I need to use Spiritual Energy to stabilize you; medicine is necessary to stabilize the injury further!"

Yang Tainan's heart was filled with shock and anger, but he had no choice but to stabilize Yang Beixuan's injuries quickly; delaying could cause permanent damage, making Martial Arts advancement impossible.

"Zhirou, get the medicine now!"

Yang Tainan shouted, and Lian Zhirou snapped out of her shock, hurriedly flying out and returning with medicine after a few minutes.

Yang Tainan administered the medicine to Yang Beixuan, instructing Lian Zhirou to care for him, then stood up angrily, glaring at Ye Qingfeng on the stage.

"Well, well, a deeply hidden 'Flame God' child, everyone called you a profligate waste, yet you're a deeply concealed super expert!"

"You injured my grandson; we must settle this account today!"

He ascended slowly, standing with the other four elders in a line, eyes filled with murderous intent but also a subtle hint of caution.

Ye Qingfeng had withstood his palm attack and threw all four senior brothers out of the pavilion; while unexpected, Ye Qingfeng's strength was undoubtedly terrifying. If they wanted to fight him, all five would have to attack.

"Injured him?"

Ye Qingfeng, with one arm around Ouyang Liluo, sneered, "Yang Beixuan coveted my girlfriend and even tried to force her. I didn't kill him, already giving you, Yang Tainan, face!"

Ye Qingfeng swung one hand, sending Ouyang Liluo and Ouyang Donghai and his wife to Ye Gang's side.

"If not for Uncle Gang asking me not to kill, let alone severely injuring Yang Beixuan, today I'd leave no one alive in the Yang Family!"

His voice shook the Nine Heavens; his arrogance was evident. Upon hearing this, Yang Tainan was stunned.

Lian Zhirou's eyes widened in disbelief as she heard that if not for Ye Gang's intervention, he intended to wipe out the Yang Family.

The Yang Family, with over a century of heritage, and experts like Yang Tainan, had gathered four similarly strong senior brothers today, yet Ye Qingfeng dared to say such words?

Yang Tainan laughed thrice after his initial shock.

"You want to annihilate my Yang Family? Utterly arrogant!"

The other four were also furious. Though Ye Qingfeng was strong, his declaration to annihilate the Yang Family was met with scorn.

"Arrogant?" Ye Qingfeng proudly lifted his head, pointing to himself with a wicked smile.

"I, Ye Jiujie, have always been like this in my actions. What can you do about it?"

His resounding voice echoed through the heavens, spreading slowly. Whether it was Yang Tainan and his four companions, Ouyang Donghai and his wife, Lian Zhirou, or Yang Beixuan—all were stunned.

"What... what did you say?"

Yang Tainan's eyes widened, and the four elders were utterly shocked.

"Ye Jiujie? You're Ye Jiujie?"

Their faces turned aghast, eyes fixed on Ye Qingfeng. They suddenly realized they had overlooked too many crucial details.

Everyone had assumed Ye Qingfeng was the "Flame God's" son, known for his profligate reputation. They thought he was merely an ignorant, ordinary young man.