Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 332 - 0292: The Power of the Flesh

At this moment, the Grave-digging Dragon was perched atop the rockery.

It looked just like an ordinary black dog, showing no signs of anything unusual.

However, it was certainly waiting to watch a good show.

Ye Qingfeng stood on the bluestone.

His entire aura was restrained.

Just like an ordinary person.

Yet, his bright eyes were like stars in the sky.

As if they would illuminate the entire night sky.

"Bang!"

The first to land was a man in black.

Behind him, followed by only one other.

Strictly speaking, it couldn’t be called a person.

Because Ye Qingfeng couldn’t sense even a hint of life.

From the one with the man in black.

"Who are you?"

Ye Qingfeng’s calm voice rang out.

"Since you asked, I’ll tell you before you die."

The man in black chuckled darkly.

His voice was filled with coldness.

"The Xia Family, Xia Bifang, remember, when you reach hell, if you have what it takes, climb back up and take your revenge."

Finally, the man in black added another sentence.

"Xia Family? If Xia Li doesn’t come personally, I did kill his son!"

Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly.

It seems Xia Li has been paying attention to me all along!

But, what Xia Moxuan did to Ye Qingfeng in Monster Beast Desolate City.

Even if the Xia Family didn’t come looking.

Ye Qingfeng would have flattened the Xia Family himself.

"You are not worthy of the family head coming personally. I usually handle all the cleaning up of those cats and dogs that provoke the Xia Family."

Xia Bifang took off his hood, his snakelike cold eyes stared directly at Ye Qingfeng.

As if they wanted to devour blood.

The Xia Family’s ability to stand firm in the Southern Base.

Apart from unity, it was authority.

Now, the Xia Family’s authority had been challenged.

It must be repaid with blood.

"Corpse Puppet! It seems the Xia Family is indeed a cesspool of filth!"

"Today’s the day for a cleanup."

Ye Qingfeng glanced behind Xia Bifang.

At that puppet with muscles like molten iron.

His calm voice couldn’t hide the evil qi.

"Heh heh! Quite confident, you’d make a good material for a Corpse Puppet."

"Do you know how this Corpse Puppet was refined?"

Xia Bifang chuckled an eerie laugh.

Seemingly in no rush to strike.

Like a cat playing with a mouse.

He began to explain.

"This person, he was originally a gluttonous monk at the Western Base, with immense strength, and practiced the Barbaric Bull Body Refining Method."

"This kind of body is the best material for making puppets."

"Unfortunately, this monk was oblivious and offended our Xia Family, so I split his head open, drained his blood, and poured in a specially made metallic liquid."

"Then, using a secret technique, I refined him into this form."

"How about it? My work is not bad, right!"

Xia Bifang pointed to the puppet beside him, full of pride.

"However, today I think turning you into a puppet seems more fitting."

Xia Bifang scrutinized Ye Qingfeng from head to toe.

A cold glint in his eyes.

"Tsk tsk! And you call this thing a puppet? It’s a limp puppet!"

The Grave-digging Dragon glanced at Xia Bifang’s puppet.

From its perspective, this puppet was complete trash.

Back in the Cultivation World.

In the tombs it robbed, there were puppets with strength comparable to the Immortal Venerable.

Now, the puppet Xia Bifang refined.

Couldn’t even catch the Grave-digging Dragon’s attention.

"Hmph! Still quite hard, huh!"

Xia Bifang thought it was Ye Qingfeng’s voice.

The expression in his eyes grew even colder.

"Go!"

These words seemed to have infuriated Xia Bifang.

Immediately, Xia Bifang slapped the puppet.

The puppet, over two meters tall, with muscles like molten iron.

Thunderously charged forward.

The ground shattered underfoot.

The puppet’s empty eyes lit up with a red glow.

The whole figure shot towards Ye Qingfeng like a cannonball.

"Damn, this dead dragon really causes trouble."

In response, Ye Qingfeng could only curse the Grave-digging Dragon in a low voice.

This guy truly kills without recompense.

And others had to take the blame.

However, Ye Qingfeng was here today to cast a wide net to catch fish.

"Bring it on!"

Ye Qingfeng met it head-on with pure bodily strength.

The so-called puppet.

Which relied on sheer strength and a hard body.

Ordinary Martial Artists simply couldn’t break it.

"Hmph! Really courting death! Using pure strength against my puppet, you must be turned into a pile of pulp!"

Seeing Ye Qingfeng’s reckless action.

Xia Bifang sneered coldly.

Jeering at Ye Qingfeng’s overestimation of his own abilities.

It was simply like crashing a chicken egg against a rock.

"Boom!"

Only, when Ye Qingfeng’s fist collided with the puppet.

A boom like a mountain cracking rock echoed.

Resounding fiercely.

Leaving Xia Bifang in disbelief.

The puppet, relying entirely on its physical form.

Moreover, this puppet he refined, from pure strength.

Even a primary-level War General Martial Artist couldn’t compete with it.

Yet, Ye Qingfeng’s punch managed to push the puppet back.

Utterly terrifying.

Moreover, in Xia Bifang’s senses.

Ye Qingfeng’s realm hadn’t even reached the War General Martial Artist.

Such immensely powerful physical strength!

But, how could Xia Bifang know.

Under Ye Qingfeng’s fists, beneath the skin and muscles, silver light flowed.

Silver Blood Formation!

Has greatly enhanced Ye Qingfeng’s physical form.

Even in terms of strength comparison.

With Ye Qingfeng’s current realm, even primary War General Strongman.

Couldn’t match him in hard confrontation.

"Good! I just want to see how many punches your body can endure."

Xia Bifang’s icy voice sounded.

Once more, the puppet charged toward Ye Qingfeng.

In Xia Bifang’s view.

A human was always flesh, eventually feeling pain.

He didn’t believe.

That Ye Qingfeng wouldn’t get exhausted.

Could keep clashing with the puppet.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

However, Ye Qingfeng seemed to be testing his own strength.

He directly used his fists to forcefully meet the puppet.

The continuous strikes.

Made Xia Bifang’s eye twitching.

His puppet’s body of special material.

Unexpectedly, several places started to cave in.

That was where Ye Qingfeng’s punches landed.

"What kind of devil is he, if you don’t die, to our Xia Family, you’re a hidden bomb."

The stronger Ye Qingfeng became.

The more Xia Bifang was terrified.

Chills spreading in his heart.

Only, the more this happened, the stronger Xia Bifang’s desire to kill Ye Qingfeng became.

"Mountain Devouring!"

The final strike.

Ye Qingfeng’s arm bent like a bow, explosively launched.

There seemed to be the sound of a mountain crumbling from his fist.

Boom!

The sound of solid iron shattering resounded.

The puppet’s chest was directly shattered, revealing a cavity.

And, to Xia Bifang’s belief, capable of matching a primary War General Martial Artist, in power terms battle against the puppet.

Was wrecked by Ye Qingfeng’s physical power.

"I wonder if you can take a beating like this puppet?"

Ye Qingfeng slightly raised his eyelids, looking toward Xia Bifang.

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