Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil
Chapter 102 - 0102: Whose Palm is Cut Off?

Chapter 102: Chapter 0102: Whose Palm is Cut Off?

"The wife of the Xia Family, my brother’s wife Xia Wuyi? Someone like you dares to lay a finger on her?"

Xia Wuyi’s voice roared like thunder.

He pointed his finger at Ye Qingfeng.

As if revealing bloodthirsty fangs.

However, Ye Qingfeng stood unwavering like Mount Tai.

His gaze toward Xia Wuyi was as if looking at a fool.

"Damn it, are you seeking death... If you don’t let go, I’ll make sure your hand becomes forever useless, unable to stay whole on your body anymore."

Ye Qingfeng’s calm and dismissive demeanor.

Xia Wuyi’s entire expression changed abruptly, originally fair-faced, now flushed to the color of a pig’s liver.

"To have my hand crippled, I fondly remember that feeling!"

Ye Qingfeng sighed.

There was also a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

However, the onlookers felt a bloodthirsty aura as if it came from a mountain of corpses and a sea of bones.

But, in Xia Wuyi’s eyes,

He thought Ye Qingfeng was just pretending.

Remembering past feelings?

Could it be that someone once said they’d cripple your hand?

Did you really extinguish their entire clan?

Xia Wuyi sneered inwardly.

However, Xia Wuyi did not know that.

The one who said those words to Ye Qingfeng back then ruled a dynasty.

That entire dynasty was obliterated by Ye Qingfeng’s hands.

"Damn it, you can go recall past events in your grave!"

Xia Wuyi’s fury erupted from his chest.

He drew a fist spike from his waist.

Wearing it on his hand, his face wore a sinister smile.

Killing in ten steps, blood spurting in five steps.

With the fist spike equipped, Xia Wuyi erupted with the aura of a high-level warrior.

Xia Wuyi’s gaze turned cold, his whole being like a sharp sword, charging toward Ye Qingfeng.

The bone spike in his hand carried an aura of malevolence, stabbing fiercely toward Ye Qingfeng.

Swoosh!

The entire hall’s air seemed to be whipped into motion.

The wild momentum, like an unbridled horse.

"Die!"

Xia Wuyi shouted violently.

The fist spike in his hand aimed at Ye Qingfeng’s neck.

If it hit, it would be a certain death.

And it would be a grim death, blood spraying from the neck.

In response, Ye Qingfeng’s lips curled into a smile.

Then, he took a step forward.

His entire figure was like an apparition.

He aimed a punch at Xia Wuyi’s fist spike.

"This Ye Qingfeng is courting death."

"Too arrogant, though Xia Wuyi is only Xia Moxuan’s attendant, he has the strength of a high-level warrior, with a fist spike in hand, Ye Qingfeng is practically asking to cripple his hand."

"Xia Wuyi may be arrogant, but Ye Qingfeng is really foolish."

The Su Family members watched Ye Qingfeng daring to meet Xia Wuyi’s fist spike head-on.

They couldn’t help but snicker one by one.

Still, they were secretly delighted.

If Ye Qingfeng died.

Su Mu might have a chance to marry Xia Moxuan.

They could also gain benefits.

"Too impulsive."

Old Sir Su Rong also commented in his heart.

The Xia Family, even he dared not to clash directly.

This Xia Wuyi, though indeed arrogant, did not need to be confronted head-on.

"Make you a cripple!"

As for Ye Qingfeng’s foolish action.

Xia Wuyi immediately sneered.

"You... better be able to afford the medical bills."

Ye Qingfeng retorted coldly.

Boom!

Amidst the lightning, a booming sound rang out.

Ye Qingfeng’s fist landed on Xia Wuyi’s fist spike.

The anticipated scene of Ye Qingfeng’s fist being pierced, blood flowing profusely, didn’t happen at all.

Instead, there was the sound of metal shattering and bones cracking.

Xia Wuyi staggered backward a few steps.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

A surge of pain shot from his hand.

Xia Wuyi’s eyes were filled with shock.

After all, he wore a fist spike.

Now, not only did the fist spike shatter.

But even his fist was compromised.

Ye Qingfeng remained unperturbed, as if nothing had happened.

"Wow!"

Immediately, a buzz of astonishment arose.

Medical skills, combat strength, both top-notch?

The Su Family members were filled with fear.

Xia Wuyi’s combat strength reached high-level warrior status.

Yet, he was repelled by a single punch from Ye Qingfeng.

What level is this young man capable of overwhelming a high-level warrior?

Now, it seemed Su Xuan’s chosen boyfriend couldn’t compare with Ye Qingfeng at all.

Just when everyone thought Ye Qingfeng, having gained the upper hand, would let Xia Wuyi off.

After all, Xia Wuyi was Xia Moxuan’s attendant.

As the saying goes, even when hitting a dog, one must consider the master.

If Xia Wuyi is the dog, then Xia Moxuan is the master.

Would Ye Qingfeng dare to act?

But against the Su Family members’ expectations.

Not only did Ye Qingfeng act, but he made a decisive move swiftly.

After repelling Xia Wuyi with a punch, he closed in, grasping Xia Wuyi’s arm.

"What are you doing! Are you looking for death? The Xia Family’s wrath will burn you to ashes."

Xia Wuyi’s voice was laced with shock.

He didn’t expect Ye Qingfeng not just to refrain from stopping but instead intensify his actions, becoming even more ruthless and clean-cut.

"I told you, you’d better afford the medical bills to be in the hospital for half a year..."

Ye Qingfeng’s lips curled into a cold smile.

Crack!

The sound of bones snapping was heard.

The arm broke decisively, cleanly.

Like crunching brittle bones.

The harsh sound of breaking bones sent shivers down everyone’s spine.

"Ah!"

The miserable scream pierced the air.

Cold sweat broke out on Xia Wuyi’s forehead, blood dripped from the broken arm.

His entire face turned pale instantaneously, with an expression extremely ferocious.

"Ding ding ding!!"

As the severed hand fell to the ground, the fist spike still worn on the palm.

So, as the severed hand dropped, hitting the ground, a clinking sound echoed.

This sound resonated like a call of death in everyone’s ears.

Xia Wuyi’s venomous gaze fixed on Ye Qingfeng.

Due to extreme pain, his body bent like a prawn.

"Make my hand useless, you ant... you can’t do it!"

Ye Qingfeng’s cold gaze directed at Xia Wuyi.

A calm voice spread out.

Accompanied by the exposed bone stubs, blood dripping from the severed arm.

The crowd felt the overwhelming aura of bloodlust.

"Seeking death, you’re looking for death, let go of me... ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Xia Wuyi’s face was twisted and contorted.

He screamed wildly.

However, his arm was held by Ye Qingfeng, rendering any struggle futile.

Tears and sweat fell together.

"I don’t like to hear threats, kneel and beg for mercy... or I’ll break all your limbs!!!"

Ye Qingfeng’s eyes slightly lifted, his gaze like a sharp sword piercing Xia Wuyi.

"Apologize to your mother..."

This humiliation, Xia Wuyi could never accept.

"These words are stubborn, but they’ll come at a cost..."

Ye Qingfeng chuckled.

Crack!

Another sound of bones cracking.

Originally, Xia Wuyi only had his forearm broken, now the entire arm snapped off at the root.