Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 381 - 0341 Little Sword Demon, Zeng Leizhen!

"Looking to die!"

Zeng Yanxi harbored fear towards Ye Qingfeng’s methods.

However, the Zeng Family was not to be insulted by just anyone.

"Pff..."

Yet, in front of Ye Qingfeng, Zeng Yanxi was as fragile as straw.

The Wind Thunder Sword pierced directly into Zeng Yanxi’s right chest.

Yet, Zeng Yanxi couldn’t even touch the hem of Ye Qingfeng’s clothes.

"Even if I die, I’ll drag you down with me."

Zeng Yanxi roared.

In his heart, he finally realized the terrifying nature of Ye Qingfeng’s power.

But the gap in strength was clear, like fireflies compared to the Bright Moon.

If Zeng Yanxi tried harder,

Ye Qingfeng barely needed to twitch his wrist.

The Wind Thunder Sword embedded in Zeng Yanxi’s chest would churn like a meat grinder.

Turning Zeng Yanxi’s wound into a bloody mess.

"Ah!"

Even if Zeng Yanxi was a martial artist, so what?

Who could endure such agony?

At once, his face twisted with pain,

screaming as he kneeled to the ground.

"You trash dare to play with me, got what it takes?"

Ye Qingfeng’s voice was like cold wind in December, capable of freezing one to the bone.

Alongside the bodies lying on the ground and the blood flowing.

He was like a Grim Reaper from Hell descending upon the human world.

No one dared to take a second glance.

With a light puff,

Ye Qingfeng drove a fallen short sword into Zeng Yanxi’s palm,

pinning him to the ground.

From this point, the martial artists from the Zeng Family summoned by Zeng Jiaoyu’s call for help,

were all trampled beneath Ye Qingfeng’s feet.

This invincible aura

left even the arrogant Zeng Jiaoyu’s face pale.

Terrifying, truly terrifying.

Apart from her brother, Lei Zhen, Zeng Jiaoyu had never encountered such a frightening young man before.

Killing the martial artists raised by the Zeng Family was like slaughtering pigs.

With no effort at all.

Finally, Zeng Jiaoyu felt the threat to her life.

The more arrogant and dismissive of human life she was,

the more afraid Zeng Jiaoyu was of losing her life compared to ordinary people.

Because Zeng Jiaoyu’s strength wasn’t her own, but reliant on her family.

Should there come a day when her family’s influence couldn’t compensate for her mistakes,

Zeng Jiaoyu would be inferior to even the average person.

"I am a scion of the Zeng Family, sister to Zeng Lei Zhen."

"Do you know who Zeng Lei Zhen is? Ranked twelfth on the Hidden Dragon List, a genius unseen in a hundred years. As a martial artist, you must be aware of my brother’s power."

"You... you can’t kill me."

Zeng Jiaoyu screamed,

playing her final trump card in life.

Her brother.

A student of the Inner Courtyard at Qian Nan Academy,

a martial arts genius with overflowing talent.

The pride of the entire Zeng Family.

"So your brother is that impressive, what of it? Can he come to save you now?"

Ye Qingfeng sneered.

His path in martial arts was about using slaughter and destroying the gods to prove his way.

He wouldn’t fear challenging the geniuses of the entire Southern Base alone.

As an Immortal Venerable reborn, he should possess such an invincible demeanor.

"Insulting Brother Lei Zhen like this, you’ll die a horrible death."

Zeng Yanxi, with his palm pierced by a short sword,

pinned to the ground and in immense pain,

yet he glared at Ye Qingfeng with gritted teeth.

Zeng Lei Zhen was the most brilliant genius of their Zeng Family.

How could this boy insult him?

"Chi chi chi!!!"

At that moment, a harsh, piercing audio sound rang out.

The LCD screen inside Funi Jewelry Store, initially displaying jewelry,

suddenly showed the portrait of a man.

The man had sword-shaped eyebrows and bright starry eyes, with raised brows.

His entire aura was like a Divine Sword.

The man was seated on a giant boulder, with a dark longsword beside him.

"Zeng Lei Zhen!"

Upon seeing the man on the screen,

the four directors immediately bowed at the waist, bent at ninety degrees.

And heavily injured Zeng Yanxi, upon seeing Zeng Lei Zhen,

his eyes seemed to light up.

This was the Zeng Family’s genius martial artist.

Among the younger generation, besides those few monstrous talents, he was unparalleled.

He was the spiritual pillar of the Zeng Family’s younger generation.

"Brother... Brother! It’s me, Jiaoyu!"

Zeng Jiaoyu screamed tearfully.

This was her closest brush with death.

Seeing her brother provided her with comfort.

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"Are you the one who defeated Ouyang Zhantian at Qian Nan Academy’s recruitment conference and claimed first place?"

Zeng Lei Zhen asked as he closed his insightful gaze on Ye Qingfeng.

As soon as those words were spoken,

those prestigious figures present,

felt a surge of fear in their hearts.

So, this was also a deeply concealed genius martial artist, a formidable figure!

To defeat Ouyang Zhantian of the Super Family, the Ouyang Family,

was proof of his strength.

Could it be that Zeng Lei Zhen appreciated the strength in an opponent?

Would he not pursue this further?

However, Zeng Lei Zhen’s next words clarified the situation.

It became clear why Zeng Lei Zhen earned the title of Little Sword Demon.

"Even though my sister is useless, she’s still my sister, and only I can reprimand her!"

"What of being the first in Qian Nan Academy’s recruitment or defeating Ouyang Zhantian? In my eyes, you’re just trash."

"My patience is limited, kneel and apologize, don’t force me to slaughter you and annihilate your whole family."

Even through an LCD screen, Zeng Lei Zhen’s killing intent seemed to seep through.

Not just ordinary folks were terrified,

even the four directors of notable status.

They trembled, further understanding Zeng Lei Zhen’s terror and ruthlessness, his love for slaughter.

Once, a small family crossed the Zeng Family, and alone with one sword,

Zeng Lei Zhen left that small family a mountain of corpses and a river of blood, erasing them from Southern Base City.

"I greatly dislike, people threatening my family, especially... with such repulsive arrogance."

After a moment of silence, Ye Qingfeng’s lips curled into a faint smile.

The dragon has a reverse scale; the one thing Ye Qingfeng despises is using family and friends to threaten him.

Such individuals, in Ye Qingfeng’s mind, are typically marked for death.

"Oh! You don’t like it? I now order you to release Zeng Jiaoyu, kneel, and apologize."

With a loud bang,

Zeng Lei Zhen stood up from the rock he was perched upon.

The murderous intent in his eyes was like a sharp sword.

Even through the screen, it made hearts tremble.

Especially now, that giant stone seemed to crack simply from Zeng Lei Zhen’s fury.

How terrifying was this?

"I told you, in Brother Lei Zhen’s presence, you’re just an ant, unworthy even to tie his shoes!"

Pinned to the ground, Zeng Yanxi sneered coldly.

Utterly mocking.

Who could withstand the might of the Little Sword Demon, Zeng Lei Zhen?

In the younger generation, there were few.

To Zeng Yanxi, what else could Ye Qingfeng do except kneel and apologize?

"Order me to release her?"

Ye Qingfeng showed a gentle smile.

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