Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

Young Master Zhou's face turned ashen, his fist clenched tightly, yet he dared not make a rash move.

The giant, like a demon or a god, stood there, his fierce eyes locked onto him and Zhou Qinglong.

Zhou Qinglong, truly a Peak Battle King Warrior, was the first to regain his composure, and cupped his hands, saying, "Mr. Ye, it was my Zhou Family that was at fault earlier. For Xinyu's sake, can we let this matter slide?"

"Let this matter slide?"

Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly.

"You were standing within ten steps of me earlier, your muscles taut, and your Spiritual Power on constant alert. Should I make the slightest move, your thunderous strike would surely crash upon my head. Your Zhou Family, together with Medicine King Valley, the Tu Family, and the Fire Control Niu Family, all besieged me, and now you say let it slide?"

"Then what do you want? Do you truly wish to be locked in a death struggle with our Zhou Family?"

Zhou Qilin's eyes were cold.

As the Young Master of the Zhou Family, when had he ever been taunted so openly?

"Does your Zhou Family even have the qualification?"

Ye Qingfeng waved his hand gently.

Iron Hand charged forward like a prehistoric tiger.

Zhou Qinglong's complexion changed drastically, realizing he was only on par with the cold man.

Weaker than both the Vajra Ape and Niu Motian, he knew even they weren't Iron Hand's match, let alone himself.

"Enough, enough, let this be a battle of life and death,"

Zhou Qinglong laughed bitterly, his muscles tensed as he gathered strength underfoot, ready to retaliate.

Suddenly, a soft voice echoed, "Enough."

A white-robed figure appeared before the massive Iron Hand.

Iron Hand roared, his tiger demon claws slicing through the air toward the white-robed man.

The man simply released a gentle palm strike.

This palm strike was slow but overtook, bypassing Iron Hand's arms, briefly blocked by the tiger demon phantom on his surface, but it penetrated the phantom and landed on Iron Hand's chest.

"Boom!"

The sound rang throughout the manor like a massive bell.

Before Iron Hand, the white-robed figure seemed extremely small.

Yet, the imposing aura was enough to suppress Iron Hand.

The palm strike was like a hurricane.

And when the imprint landed on Iron Hand's chest.

The hurricane suddenly ceased, as if it had entered Iron Hand's body.

Boom!

The explosion echoed.

On Iron Hand's body, a clear handprint appeared.

This handprint was deeply embedded in Iron Hand's chest; if not for being a Corpse Puppet, Iron Hand would surely have had a ruptured heart and displaced internal organs.

"So powerful, who could it be?"

Everyone widened their eyes in disbelief.

Iron Hand was such a terror, his cross training skills and force were tremendously powerful beyond imagination.

His demon god-like claws could split rocks and had slain several skilled masters.

But against this white-robed man, he was utterly defeated, retreating repeatedly as though he could not match him.

"Family Head!"

Zhou Qinglong and Zhou Qilin straightened up, eyes blazing with fervor, bowed respectfully.

"Zhou Family Master, Half-step War Emperor Martial Artist, Zhou Lingtian!"

Immediately, the venue was in an uproar, countless Martial Artists looked at the white-robed man with intense eyes.

Only now did everyone see clearly, the white-robed man's temples were greying, appearing only fifty, yet had an experienced, ethereal demeanor.

This kind of aura already influenced everyone's perception.

However, knowledgeable Martial Artists knew that Zhou Lingtian and Zhou Qinglong were of the same generation, now at least seventy years old...

Half-step War Emperor could already slow aging.

Making one's spirit appear more vibrant than the average Martial Artist in their thirties.

"Half-step War Emperor!"

A Martial Artist trembled as they spoke.

In the Martial Arts World, a Half-step War Emperor was already a master dominating a region.

Especially, since a Half-step War Emperor could already harness threads of Heaven and Earth Power.

Using the power of heaven and earth, surpassing Martial Artists below War Emperor level, fighting with Spiritual Power.

It's immensely overpowering.

This is a qualitative difference.

It's an insurmountable chasm.

"Qinglong, Qilin, I am very dissatisfied with this matter."

Zhou Lingtian stood on the field, ignoring everyone, sighed softly.

"Family Head!"

Zhou Qinglong broke out in cold sweat, bowed lowly.

While Zhou Qilin also displayed an awkward expression.

"Our Zhou Family is one of the Eight Great Families of Lingnan, on equal footing with the Tang Family, why must we ally with Medicine King Valley, the Tu Family, the Huo Family?"

"Whatever we want, we can simply take directly from him."

Zhou Lingtian's tone was very calm, yet his aura was extremely domineering.

"Yes! Family Head, it was Qinglong's mistake, he should have informed you earlier."

Zhou Qinglong was exceptionally respectful facing Zhou Family Master Zhou Lingtian.

"Family Head, it's my Martial Arts talent that is lacking, unable to match even a guard, I feel ashamed of the Zhou Family's cultivation!"

Zhou Qilin also sighed.

"Just a puppet, what is there to fear, just a young man flaunting due to his family."

Zhou Lingtian cast a disdainful glance at Ye Qingfeng.

Incalculably underestimating.

As he spoke, Zhou Qilin's previously deflated spirit rose sharply again.

Indeed, just a second-generation scion relying on family guards.

How can that shake the confidence in his Martial Arts?

He was still a devilish Martial Arts genius in the Central Sect World.

"The Zhou Family so domineering? Others' elixir recipes also belong to your Zhou Family?"

Ye Qingfeng curved his lips into a smile.

The more domineering the Zhou Family was, the more Ye Qingfeng liked it that way.

"Ignorant child, do you have a voice here?"

Zhou Lingtian lightly waved his hand, a white palm-shaped Qi Force gently flew towards Ye Qingfeng.

This palm impression looked slow but almost instantly reached Ye Qingfeng.

"Pa!"

The palm impression struck an arm, with Iron Hand standing in front of Ye Qingfeng.

His seemingly iron-cast arm now bore a shallow palm mark.

This indicated Zhou Lingtian could harm Iron Hand with merely the external release of Spiritual Power.

"This puppet guard's strength is indeed commendable, the physical body akin to tungsten steel, yet falling into the hands of someone so useless as you is truly wasteful..."

Zhou Lingtian gazed at Iron Hand, eyes filled with greed.

Should he obtain this puppet master.

The Zhou Family might even have the strength to contend with the Tang Family.

"It's a pity you've never encountered a War Emperor Warrior, thus unaware of the fear brought by touching such a realm."

Before Zhou Lingtian could finish speaking, Iron Hand leaped forward.

His claws like two bolts of lightning ripping through the air, carrying fierce winds, fiercely grabbed at Zhou Lingtian.

Zhou Lingtian spoke leisurely, his whole body like a white cloud, rising gracefully, eluding Iron Hand's claws.

Numerous white gases emerged from his body, collecting in his palm, forming a white rainbow, like flowing clouds, lashed upon Iron Hand.

This white rainbow appeared fragile, but as it struck Iron Hand.

Forcefully broke the divine weave on Iron Hand's surface, sending him flying backward.

Leaving behind a deep gash from his shoulder to abdomen, like a steel whip striking the flesh.