Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil
Chapter 127 - 0127 Blood Eagle Power (1 more)

Chapter 127: Chapter 0127 Blood Eagle Power (1 more)

"Little Monk, are you alright?"

Mu Yaoyao noticed the pale face of the Little Monk due to his excessive consumption of spiritual power and expressed her concern.

"Thank you for your concern, Master Yaoyao. I’m fine,"

The Little Monk showed a silly smile, put his hands together, and said, "Let’s rendezvous with that benefactor first."

"That cold-faced blockhead probably won’t hold on much longer. The Guard Captain Qu Feng seems to be close to reaching the War General Martial Artist realm."

Mu Yaoyao analyzed the situation of the three and spoke somewhat dejectedly.

Nevertheless, she approached Ye Qingfeng, standing just outside their battle zone.

"Kid, let me see what you really got,"

Qu Feng, clad in spiritual armor, blinked a few times and was already beside Ye Qingfeng.

After all, Qu Feng was at the Peak Warrior realm.

Ye Qingfeng dared not be the slightest bit complacent.

So when Qu Feng’s figure just moved, Ye Qingfeng had already stepped into the Phantom Body Technique.

In an instant, he left the spot where he had been standing.

Even so, Ye Qingfeng’s abdomen still bore three bloody marks.

"Hey! Not bad speed, but in the face of absolute power, any movement or sword skill is petty."

Seeing the blood dripping between his fingers, Qu Feng let out a cold smile.

Originally, Qu Feng intended for his entire claw to pierce through Ye Qingfeng’s abdomen directly crippling him.

Unexpectedly, the opponent narrowly avoided the vital point.

"The realm difference is just too vast!"

Ye Qingfeng, with a cold expression, looked down at the claw-slashed wound on his abdomen and murmured.

Blood oozed from his abdomen, but with the operation of the Void Cauldron Immortal Technique, it soon stopped.

"Avoiding one of my attacks is pretty decent already, but you won’t be so lucky next time."

As Qu Feng’s words fell, his figure flickered again.

"Swoosh!"

Due to Qu Feng’s speed being too fast.

Even though Ye Qingfeng was employing the Phantom Body Technique, his arm was again scratched with a bloody mark.

"Again,"

After landing one strike, Qu Feng distanced himself and rushed towards Ye Qingfeng again.

Within an instant, they had exchanged over a dozen rounds.

Perhaps, it couldn’t even be called an exchange as Ye Qingfeng was always passively defending.

Even with the Phantom Body Technique, the disparity in realms was too great, causing Ye Qingfeng to be bruised all over by Qu Feng.

"Ha! This waste is truly foolish. Qu Feng is at the Peak Warrior realm. No matter how he dodges, he stands no chance."

Observing the situation in the field, Xia Moxuan said with a smile.

This time, aside from Qu Feng, the guards brought by the family could be used as cannon fodder.

After all, one guard at the Peak Warrior realm was stronger than the rest combined.

Martial Artists differed from ordinary people; the higher the realm, the more negligible the advantage of numbers became.

"Little Monk, do you think that cold-faced blockhead might actually die here?"

Outside the battle zone, Mu Yaoyao, supporting the spiritual power-depleted Little Monk, leaned against the trunk of a towering tree while worriedly watching the heavily injured Ye Qingfeng.

Although none of Ye Qingfeng’s wounds were fatal, the sheer number of them was troubling.

The more wounds Ye Qingfeng took, the more he would be drained, and eventually, if this continued, he would bleed to death.

"No, he was kind enough to help us, the Buddha will protect him,"

The Little Monk smiled faintly despite his pale complexion.

"Tch! What Buddha’s protection? Does your Spirit Buddha Sect believe in that? If the Buddha would protect you, why doesn’t he intervene to save you, Little Monk?"

Mu Yaoyao rolled her eyes at the Little Monk, pouting as she spoke.

The Little Monk, silenced by Mu Yaoyao’s retort, could only awkwardly mutter a Buddhist prayer.

"Kid, at this rate, it’s only a matter before you die. Why don’t I crush your skull and relieve your suffering!"

After leaving another wound on Ye Qingfeng, Qu Feng stopped.

His hands were equipped with eagle claw-shaped weapons, their entire surface seemingly coated with a silver glow, which stood out in the dim forest.

"People have said that to me a lot, but in the end, they all... died."

Despite the blood covering him, Ye Qingfeng blandly retorted to Qu Feng.

"Heh, you’re arrogant. Then I’ll break your teeth down too!"

After saying this, Qu Feng’s demeanor instantly became serious.

Moreover, it seemed as though the spiritual power within Qu Feng was surging wildly.

More peculiarly, a faint red glow seemed to emit from Qu Feng’s body at this moment.

That red glow was very striking in the dim light of the forest.

"Now it’s truly dangerous. This Guard Captain has one foot in the War General realm..."

Before finishing her sentence, Mu Yaoyao was interrupted by Qu Feng.

"The power of the Blood Eagle,"

Qu Feng shouted, his spiritual power erupting violently.

The crimson glow around him shone with a scarlet blood hue, extremely eerie and dazzling.

Instantly, it merged into his spiritual armor.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!!!

At this point, even the ground beneath Qu Feng’s feet was cracking.

"Spiritual Power Transformation,"

Feeling the immense pressure, Ye Qingfeng’s expression became grave.

Spiritual Power Transformation marked a War General Strongman.

Not only could it shape spiritual power into physical form, but it could also merge into the Martial Artist’s body.

Enhancing combat power.

Evidently, Qu Feng was a Peak Martial Artist, with half a step into the War General realm.

Though he couldn’t maintain the Spiritual Power Transformation for long,

he could briefly transform and merge the spiritual power into himself.

"Qu Feng is really going all out!"

Xia Moxuan was somewhat pleased.

This counted as showing off in front of Tang Xianxian.

Yet he thought, crippling someone not even reaching the War Master Martial Artist realm,

why bother with Spiritual Power Transformation?

"It’s over, it’s over,"

Anxiousness showed on Mu Yaoyao’s delicate face.

"How about we go up and help that benefactor?"

The Little Monk suggested with a Buddhist prayer.

"Even if the three of us join forces, it would be suicide. Why don’t you recite a section of the Rebirth Mantra for that cold-faced blockhead, and we’ll make our escape first!"

Mu Yaoyao’s dark eyes flickered.

She seemed to have already considered escape routes.

"We can’t do that. The benefactor is helping us, and I, Little Monk, cannot leave."

The Little Monk firmly refused to leave.

"You’re really a blockheaded Little Monk,"

Hearing the Little Monk’s words, Mu Yaoyao sighed, deciding to stay behind and continue observing the battle.

Just now, Mu Yaoyao wasn’t truly intending to leave.

However, as she squeezed the bead in her hand, Mu Yaoyao felt a pang of heartache.

But she had already made up her mind. If that cold-faced blockhead were to actually die, she would definitely rescue him!