Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"Niu Motian is said to be seventy-two years old, but he looks like he's in his forties or fifties. This shows the high level of his Martial Arts Realm. He's probably already a Peak Battle King Warrior!"

Someone whispered.

Only to see Niu Motian striding into the arena, his domineering aura instantly captivating the entire crowd.

Standing behind Su Yaoshi, a previously unnoticed man with a sinister look also sneered, straightening his body and stepping forward.

His eyes sparkled like lightning, his whole aura surging; he too was an Advanced War King Level master.

In an instant, Ye Qingfeng was caught in a siege by three people.

Both Su Yaoshi and Niu Motian were High-level War King masters.

The situation was practically a dead end.

"The Fire Demon you killed before was Elder Niu's nephew..."

"You've disgraced the Niu Family, and will surely be burned by a thousand fires, unable to live or die."

At this moment, Su Yaoshi was brimming with confidence, as if pointing out the country's expanse, with a look of Ye Qingfeng already caught in a trap.

"Ye Qingfeng, if you obediently hand over the Elixir and Recipe, I might spare your life. Otherwise, when you're captured and brought back to the valley along with the Iron Hand, life and death will no longer be up to you."

Two people pressed tightly towards Ye Qingfeng.

Along with many Martial Artists from the Tu Family and Medicine King Valley.

Under such an attack from many masters, not even a Half-step War Emperor could probably handle it!

"What does the Zhou Family mean by this?"

Ye Qingfeng looked towards Zhou Qinglong and Zhou Qilin, who stood by with their arms crossed.

Zhou Qinglong looked up at the sky as if he hadn't seen anything, while Zhou Qilin showed a gentle smile and said, "Mr. Ye, I'll still say the same. If you hand over the Elixir Recipe, our Zhou Family will offer you a position of Tribute."

"In the end, it's all about the Elixir and Recipe."

Ye Qingfeng sighed lightly.

He realized he had underestimated the value of the Elixir Recipe.

With the Elixir Recipe and medicinal herbs over a hundred years old, one could cultivate a War General-level Martial Arts Master!

The Zhou Family's Martial Artists had not accumulated much even over a century.

Now being able to cultivate through Elixirs was absolutely terrifying.

"Are you so confident you can definitely capture me?"

Ye Qingfeng said flatly.

"We will make sure you concede defeat wholeheartedly."

Su Yaoshi smiled arrogantly.

The current scene was completely under his control.

The Tu Family, Zhou Family, and Fire Control Niu Family were all coordinated by his Medicine King Valley, bringing together many masters.

After all, once they obtained the Elixir Recipe, they needed the Medicine King Valley's Pill Master to refine it.

As for how they would divide the interests among themselves, outsiders naturally wouldn't know.

"Your reliance is nothing but this Iron Hand? Once I take down this Iron Hand, let's see if you can still remain calm."

Su Yaoshi exchanged glances to the sides.

Immediately, the Medicine King Valley's Tribute and Niu Motian charged forward, directly targeting the Iron Hand.

In their eyes, Ye Qingfeng was already in their pocket.

Even if he was truly a skilled Magic user, so what?

Didn't they see Zhou Qinglong with his hands behind his back, but his eyes constantly watching Ye Qingfeng at the corner?

As soon as Ye Qingfeng made a move, this top master of the Zhou family would probably rush in with the force of Thunder to capture him.

"Alas!"

Lan Xiang sighed lightly.

She originally saw great potential in Ye Qingfeng and wanted to recruit him into the Medicine King Valley.

This way, there would be another young genius Pill Master in the valley.

Unfortunately, Ye Qingfeng continually refused her goodwill, with the piece of Divine Wood from yesterday being her final overture.

After Ye Qingfeng again turned it down, this siege became unavoidable.

Yet Lan Xiang was a bit surprised as to why at this moment, Ye Qingfeng still looked composed and assured.

In her view, with so many masters, even the Valley Master, whose cultivation had been like divine help in the past two years, would find it very challenging.

'What trump card do you have? Bring it out quickly, or it'll be too late!'

Lan Xiang whispered softly, bowing her head.

By this time, Niu Motian and the others had already engaged with Iron Hand.

From a distance of seven or eight paces away from Iron Hand, Niu Motian launched a Fire Fist.

A streak of orange-red flame appeared in the void, gathering on Niu Motian's fist and forcefully hitting Iron Hand's back.

Even with Iron Hand's strong physique, he stumbled from the blow.

Zhou Qinglong shook his head and sighed, "The purest Flame Spiritual Power, truly worthy of the Fire Control Niu Family."

"I wonder who would win between Grandpa Long and Niu Motian?"

Zhou Qilin said.

"Haha, there's still quite a gap between me and him."

Zhou Qinglong sighed deeply.

"But no matter how powerful Niu Motian is, how could he possibly be a match for our Zhou Family Head? The Family Head is already a Half-step War Emperor Martial Artist, somewhat able to mobilize the Heaven and Earth Power. Ordinary Martial Artists can't compare to that. Until reaching this realm, they wouldn't understand its terror."

Zhou Qinglong's expression was filled with supreme pride.

Mobilizing Heaven and Earth Power compared to mobilizing Spiritual Power.

Even mobilizing the purest Spiritual Power couldn't compare to Heaven and Earth Power.

That is the difference between a War Emperor and a War King.

"I've never seen Grandpa take action!"

Zhou Qilin's eyes flashed with brilliance, but he spoke with regret.

"You will see it one day. Then you'll know what true invincibility means."

Zhou Qinglong's eyes were filled with longing.

At this moment, the battle had already reached a scorching climax.

The entry of Niu Motian and the Medicine King Valley's Tribute immediately allowed the Vajra Ape to relax and exit the battle circle.

This elder from the Tu Family, with blood streaming from his nostrils and his internal organs displaced, still stood like a War God on the battlefield, fighting fiercely.

Niu Motian and the Medicine King Valley's Tribute, one launched distant attacks while the other interfered up close.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The hall echoed with cannon-like roars, with streaks of Flame Spiritual Power from the void encompassing Iron Hand like a storm.

The objects surrounding Iron Hand exploded into shreds from the heat.

Even the walls and floors bore scorch marks.

A High-level War King was already this powerful, let alone a Peak Battle King.

And the Medicine King Valley's Tribute, that sinister man, was like a slippery loach, his body arching like a water snake.

With a vigorous push, he leaped onto Iron Hand's back and then drew out a pitch-black dagger, bringing down a slash of black light on Iron Hand's back.

"Bang!"

Even as strong as Iron Hand was, the dagger carved out a shallow cut.

"Huh?"

The sinister man hesitated briefly, seemingly surprised that his all-out attack only scratched Iron Hand's surface.

Yet he showed not the slightest panic, instead unleashing sword qi in an instant across Iron Hand's back with precision cuts targeting Iron Hand's spinal column.

The sinister man was like a surgeon with a scalpel, dissecting a body with such practiced and delicate skills, perhaps having dissected countless corpses.

"Roar!"

For the first time in its history, Iron Hand let out an angry roar.

It waved its hands around, striking everywhere. The Vajra Ape was at the forefront and was instantly sent flying.

But Niu Motian from ten steps away kept distracting it with flames.

While the sinister man circled behind, like a slippery poison snake, he was impossible to catch.