Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

Chapter 1731: Chapter 1607: All Dead

However, within the Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain of twenty-three Sword Qi, he was already tottering, unable to fully unleash the power of the Holy Scripture with his strength.

Barely holding on!

The face of this Saint Heir turned pale, his body trembling slightly. Ye Qingfeng’s Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain was too terrifying for him to resist!

"Kill!"

Ye Qingfeng made his move resolutely, wielding the Futu Sword, mercilessly striking at the Saint Heir.

The murderous intent was horrific, and the Sword Qi surged into the sky. This ruthless Sword Qi shot up, scattering the clouds. Ye Qingfeng’s sword directly aimed to kill the Saint Heir.

The Saint Heir’s expression changed drastically. He had no extra combat power left. Grinding his teeth fiercely, he spat out a mouthful of blood, desperately activating the Holy Scripture, the book pages flipping rapidly.

The Holy Power erupted, forming a barrier, as indestructible as Divine Iron!

He had no other way, burning his Life Force, just to save his life.

"Ha."

Ye Qingfeng sneered, turning into a streak of lightning, piercing through boldly.

"Impossible, you cannot break through my barrier!"

The Saint Heir shouted.

"Crack!"

However.

The Saint Heir’s barrier, in Ye Qingfeng’s hands, shattered like glass under the Futu Sword’s thrust.

Flames burned.

Flames roaring to the sky, scorching the air, the fiery light illuminating the Saint Heir’s horrified expression as he desperately tried to flee.

Ye Qingfeng’s single sword strike severed his left arm, blood gushed out, spraying across the sky.

Ye Qingfeng continued his relentless pursuit, unleashing his full power, leaving no chance for the Saint Heir to survive.

"Strike together, we can’t lose any more people, or we’ll have no chance left!" Ruben roared, his face changing wildly.

Everyone attacked!

A few simultaneously spat out blood, burning their Life Force, exhibiting their strongest state, once again unleashing their lethal moves.

Under the Church Court’s Divine Artifact’s protection, the Holy Power wildly blossomed, as if breaking out of the Sword Domain, targeting Ye Qingfeng with full force.

"Kill!"

Ye Qingfeng’s face was calm, wielding one sword with one hand and his crimson left fist ready to fight, astonishingly engaging in combat against these five in the sky.

"Poof."

Ye Qingfeng’s fist, like a missile, caused a huge shockwave, striking another Saint Heir, with blood spurting fiercely.

"Swoosh!"

The Futu Sword swept across Mei Chuan Xiaoci, leaving a bone-deep blood scar that made one shiver.

Truly too powerful!

That arrogant figure, amidst the crowd, stayed locked in a fierce combat, nonstop, like a peerless War God, shattering the void with a single punch.

Kill! Kill!

Within Ye Qingfeng, the fighting spirit surged, exerting full power, reveling in the fight. He had relied heavily on Spirit Stones and Elixirs for his cultivation, barely entering the Second Layer of War God Realm, with his foundation still unstable.

In the fierce battle with these five, Ye Qingfeng’s Cultivation grew increasingly stable. His combat power kept soaring.

If they knew Ye Qingfeng was only an Intermediate War Emperor, they would likely vomit blood in anger.

To challenge across levels was feasible, as previously, opportunities had allowed geniuses and devils to exist.

But, crossing so many levels was undeniably exaggerated!

Utterly shocking!

Above the sky, the waves rippled, Ye Qingfeng’s fists like Immortal Stone Divine Iron, clashing against the Church Court’s Holy Artifact, the sound of metal clashing resounded.

"Die already!"

The Green Robed Saint Heir shouted, wearing a golden ring, domineeringly powerful, seizing an opportunity to strike at Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng struck simultaneously, his left arm punching forward, red light blooming.

"Boom!"

Like the sound of thunder exploding, the Green Robed Saint Heir’s injured golden ring shattered directly under Ye Qingfeng’s left fist, crumbling into pieces, scattering away.

Too terrifying!

The Church Court’s Holy Relic, destroyed by this guy!

The true God of Kill!

"How is it possible, my ring, I will kill you!" the Green Robed Saint Heir thundered, eyes red, hatred boundless.

With the ring shattered, he had committed a cardinal sin, forever losing the chance to compete for Pope.

He had gone mad, burning all his Essence Blood, desperately trying to engage in combat with Ye Qingfeng, blood splattering everywhere.

"Ha!"

Ye Qingfeng sneered, punching dominantly, the lifeless Green Robed Saint Heir no longer a match for Ye Qingfeng, driven to vomit blood under Ye Qingfeng’s iron fist.

Ye Qingfeng manipulated the Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain to block others, supplemented by the Futu Sword, they couldn’t approach, while his left fist pounded like a gale, frantically assaulting.

"Dong!" "Dong!" Like a heavy drum being struck, the sound was dull, the Green Robed Saint Heir’s blood splattered, bones continuously cracked, miserably tragic!

"Boom!"

Ye Qingfeng’s final punch sent the Green Robed Saint Heir flying, falling straight down, crashing into the ground, creating a massive pit.

The two great protectors, standing calmly at a distance, one flew out, grabbing the Green Robed Saint Heir.

Like picking up a chick, took him back.

With one less person, Ye Qingfeng’s attack became even stronger, wildly surging, his fist force dominating, sword shadows spreading, Ye Qingfeng punched onto the back of the one who lost an arm before.

Blood sprayed onto the Holy Scripture, that Saint Heir also fell, being frantically slashed by Ye Qingfeng’s Sword Domain, covered in blood, similarly caught by the protector.

Escape!

Among the seven strong ones and a group of elders, the only one left was the Ancient Boxer Duan Tu of Tai Country. This thought flashed through his mind.

He deeply regretted his greed; such a devilish genius, the secrets on him were not something he could desire.

He couldn’t linger, his speed reaching the limit, trying to break through the Sword Domain and escape directly.

"Can you escape?"

Ye Qingfeng’s gaze was cold. Once he started, he never intended to let anyone go.

"Kill!"

Ye Qingfeng turned into a flash of lightning, a sword appearing before the Ancient Boxer Duan Tu, murderous intent soaring.

"No, don’t kill me. I am willing to surrender, to become your servant, to serve you, even to fight against the Church Court!" Duan Tu screamed frantically.

For survival, he cared no more.

"Trash!"

Ye Qingfeng slashed through Duan Tu’s head. Though his strength was decent, temporarily stronger than those around Ye Qingfeng.

But Piao Xue, Little Yue, and Zhong Ming would grow in time.

"Escape!"

Ruben shouted angrily, the three of them immediately dispersing, turning into long rainbows, trying to fly out of the Sword Domain.

"No one can escape!"

Ye Qingfeng was exceedingly cold, making his move again. Within the Sword Domain, the Sword Blade Storm swept across, mercilessly crushing, intending to annihilate everyone.

"They can all die!"

Ye Qingfeng showed absolutely no emotion, executing the sword technique once more, the Sword Domain suddenly trembled, covering the sky and earth with gray mist, whistling, like the Nine Netherworld’s apocalypse, horrifyingly eerie.

"Kill!"

With a "boom," the Sword Domain suddenly exploded, Sword Qi blasted apart, white light dominating all, causing the entire sky to tremble, bowing down under the explosion.

Like a mountain flood erupting.

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