Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

Chapter 1722: Chapter 1598: Afraid?

"Then I have no choice but to handle it myself. Since they’ve come knocking, let them pay the price!" Ye Qingfeng said calmly.

The elder was silent for a moment before asking, "Do you... have confidence?"

"No," Ye Qingfeng replied calmly, "but that doesn’t stop me from killing."

Buzz... Buzz...

Ye Qingfeng ended the call.

The power of the Church Court is undoubtedly formidable and terrifying. Although Ye Qingfeng isn’t afraid, he isn’t prepared to confront them right now either.

But with the Church Court provoking step by step, the name of Ye Kill God, can it be just an empty boast?

"In that case, let’s use you to nourish my Devouring Sky Pearl!" Ye Qingfeng’s eyes shot out a cold glint.

However, the Church Court dispatched too formidable a force—the Saint Heir, the protectors—none of these people were weak. They are the strongest practitioners of the secular martial arts.

Peak powerhouses!

Although there weren’t any masters on par with a Judge among them, Ye Qingfeng once used the Devouring Sky Pearl’s explosion to tie with a half-step War God Judge.

Now, the Church Court comes with over thirty Peak War Emperor strong individuals!

Two protectors!

Ye Qingfeng also needed to make preparations.

With a cold gaze, Ye Qingfeng drew the Futu Sword.

"Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain!"

"This isn’t an ordinary sword technique. Even the martial artists of the Ancient Martial World couldn’t create it. Even their ancestors, reaching the War God Realm centuries ago, couldn’t create it."

Ye Qingfeng murmured softly, his mind already beginning to calculate the Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain.

With his abilities, having seen Dugu Xiao use it just once, he could replicate it, even more powerfully.

But this was far from enough. The version Dugu Xiao used was just a broken sword technique and not complete.

"With my current strength, I can’t calculate the limits of the Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain and how many strands of sword qi it contains, but each additional strand of sword qi I deduce will exponentially increase my combat power!"

Ye Qingfeng began madly calculating, within which there were tens of thousands of variations, incredibly complex to deduce. Only someone with Ye Qingfeng’s soul strength could calculate it.

If anyone knew that Ye Qingfeng could deduce a complete sword technique from a broken cultivation technique, they would undoubtedly be stunned into silence.

Truly monstrous!

Ye Qingfeng’s mind operated swiftly, completely immersed, with his formidable soul fervently deducing, paying no heed to external disputes.

A day passed!

Unrest stirred within the borders, as Ye Qingfeng hadn’t appeared. People speculated that perhaps the infamous Ye Kill God was scared and didn’t dare show up.

"Heh, a bully on the weak, but I remember when he blocked and killed foreign martial artists and slaughtered the Saint Heir, he was very arrogant. Now, why is he so scared?"

"There’s an old saying in Huaxia: ’A wise man knows when to retreat.’ Ye Qingfeng is a smart man. At this moment, he definitely wouldn’t dare show up and has probably hidden deep in the mountains!"

"With the Church Court mobilizing, where in the vast world could he hide? Within three days, even the Huaxia Official can’t save him, he’s surely doomed!"

Foreign martial artists discussed, and more and more gathered in the Longdong Mountain Range, gazing up at the highest peak where War Emperor strong people congregated, their aura cuts across the heavens, reaching the clouds.

Each one of them could command the winds and clouds in the secular world, and now, gathered together, they turned the sky itself, shaking heaven and earth.

Terrifying!

The crowd was shocked, it’s truly worthy of half the Church Court’s strength, too powerful, and overwhelmingly intimidating!

The next day came swiftly.

Ye Qingfeng still hadn’t appeared, and if another day passed, the Church Court would intrude. If Ye Qingfeng didn’t show up, how would Huaxia deal with the invading Church Court?

Deploy the army to suppress them?

That’s impossible.

If a conflict truly arose with the Church Court, the happiest would undoubtedly be the United States, which could greatly weaken Huaxia’s power.

"Afraid, still afraid in the end. This Hua Xia Slaughter God isn’t as foolish as imagined, knowing when to avoid the edge!"

"Heh heh, knowing he can’t win, no matter how arrogant that Ye Kill God is, he wouldn’t come to die!"

Foreign martial artists discussed and laughed. They had once shown fear and flattery under Ye Qingfeng’s oppression, a monumental disgrace.

Now only through continuous humiliation could they reclaim a shred of dignity.

"Haha, I said he wouldn’t appear. Now, he might have already fled Huaxia!" Huang Long stepped out again, saying disdainfully.

"How could the Ye Kill God run away? He will definitely slaughter the Church Court’s people just as he killed the Saint Heir!"

"Yes, we believe in the Ye Kill God!" Everyone nodded, supporting Ye Qingfeng.

It’s undeniable that the battle in which he slaughtered the Saint Heir earned Ye Qingfeng a lot of trust.

Some people already blindly worshipped Ye Qingfeng, feeling even if improbable, they just believed.

This is a man who constantly creates miracles.

Mu Wushuang from Scarlet Void Valley also came. She walked to Lu Qi’s side and asked, "Do you think Ye Qingfeng will come?"

"I don’t want him to come," Lu Qi whispered.

"What, do you also think he can’t win against the Church Court’s people?" Mu Wushuang was stunned. Lu Qi was the one who supported Ye Qingfeng the most.

"The Church Court is truly too powerful," Lu Qi shook his head. "No matter how strong Ye Qingfeng is, what’s more, besides these people, the Church Court still has the Great Elder and the Pope. These two are truly terrifying!"

Mu Wushuang’s heart trembled, as if struck by a heavy hammer.

Great Elder!

Pope!

These two terrifying names, they’ve not acted for decades, and the Pope hasn’t shown up for decades either.

Too powerful, no one can defeat them.

"Let’s hope Ye Qingfeng can restrain himself this time!"

Mu Wushuang shook her head.

Supporters of Ye Qingfeng and those siding with Huang Long continued debating, but as time passed, the number of people believing in Ye Qingfeng gradually decreased.

Especially on Tianqin Peak, when a Saint Heir shattered half a mountain with a punch, everyone felt even more hopeless.

If Ye Qingfeng can defeat one Saint Heir, what about four?

And the more formidable Ruben?

Not to mention, there are two protectors, truly too strong!

Finally, the third day arrived.

Blind worship of Ye Qingfeng turned cold as they realized Ye Qingfeng ultimately didn’t dare come.

The power of the Church Court is still too much. "Even Ye Kill God is afraid?" the crowd sighed helplessly.

At the stroke of noon.

The sunlight poured down, the golden rays piercing through the clouds, casting dazzling beams.

Under the blazing sun, everyone was a martial artist, so naturally no one felt the heat.

The atmosphere, however, was somewhat stifling, as if it was too hot to speak loudly, yet the crowd continued to buzz with restlessness.

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