Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil
Chapter 210 - 0210: Hundred Swords Slaying, Heads Rolling!

Chapter 210: Chapter 0210: Hundred Swords Slaying, Heads Rolling!

"Oh! Are you asking me to spare your son as if letting a dog go?"

Ye Qingfeng’s wrist didn’t stop moving, but a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Xu Qian with interest.

"Yes, yes! Spare my son, just as a kindness, let go a dog..."

Xu Shanhe watched as the longsword continued to turn, with blood continuously seeping from Xu Qian’s chest.

After being dazed for a moment.

He submitted in front of Ye Qingfeng.

Calling his own son a dog.

But Xu Shanhe couldn’t let his son die.

Blood veins appeared in Xu Shanhe’s eyes.

This was also a great insult to him.

If Xu Qian was a dog, then wasn’t he an old dog?

"Hiss!"

This scene made Luo Balong and Hong Shanghang, who were following behind Xu Shanhe,

gasp.

Bitterness filled their hearts.

Xu Shanhe’s schemes were overwhelming, his means iron-blooded.

But now, in front of Ye Qingfeng, he was bending over and scraping lower,

"Hahaha! Don’t you find this childish?"

"And besides, I said I’d destroy the Xu Family, which means to uproot it completely, do you... leave roots when you cut grass?"

Ye Qingfeng sneered.

But his heart was filled with iron-blooded killing intent.

Ye Qingfeng was naturally not some reckless young boy.

Facing someone as top-tier as Xu Shanhe in Jiangnan City.

If it were an ordinary martial artist.

Under Xu Shanhe’s submission.

Maybe they really would have let Xu Qian go.

But Ye Qingfeng had experienced storms and waves beyond Xu Shanhe’s imagination.

He naturally wouldn’t soften his heart because of Xu Shanhe’s current submission.

"You..."

Xu Shanhe’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Obviously, he saw in Ye Qingfeng’s eyes a coldness filled with iron blood, with not a ripple in his heart.

Even more driven and steadfast than the cunning old foxes he had seen before.

"Explode..."

The spiritual power contained in Ye Qingfeng’s longsword suddenly exploded in Xu Qian’s chest.

Boom!

It sounded like a gas canister explosion.

The spiritual power exploded within Xu Qian’s internal organs.

Blood and flesh flew.

Even his heart was blown to smithereens.

The whole person was dead beyond dead.

The Xu Family’s genius martial artist, in Ye Qingfeng’s hands, was like an ant crushed to death.

There was no emotional fluctuation in Ye Qingfeng’s expression.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by Xu Qian’s last scream, echoing in the hall.

Xu Family’s Xu Qian was thus crushed into pieces.

He never thought that his death would be so gruesome.

His proud self believed that Ye Qingfeng was merely a stepping stone on his martial arts path.

"Killed my son, I’ll make you pay with your life..."

Xu Shanhe roared, seemingly tearing up with blood from his eyes.

The entire person was like a frenzied wild dog.

Wishing he could tear Ye Qingfeng into pieces.

"Old thing, you go die too!"

Ye Qingfeng couldn’t be bothered to speak to this old fox of the Xu Family.

A punch struck Xu Shanhe’s head with a bang.

Like a bursting watermelon.

Splat.

Brain matter sprayed, bones shattered.

This big figure in Jiangnan City, skilled in strategy and ruthless in means.

Also died a very miserable death.

Witnessing this hellish scene of blood sea.

Not only the disciples of the Three Great Families in the hall were in a frantic panic, their hearts trembling infinitely.

Even Luo Balong of the Luo Family and Hong Shanghang of the Hong Family.

Watching this scene, their courage was shattered.

The Xu Family was the top family in the entire Jiangnan City.

Xu Qian was one of the two great geniuses of the Xu Family.

Xu Shanhe was a pivotal figure in the Xu Family, even if not the Family Head, he was definitely a core figure.

Yet Ye Qingfeng killed as he said, like slaughtering chickens.

Leaving no face, his methods ruthless and vicious, without the slightest hesitation.

How could they not be afraid?

Knowing that, even combined, the Luo and Hong Families might not have the same power in Jiangnan City as the Xu Family.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Ye Qingfeng didn’t even glance at the corpses of Xu Shanhe’s father and son.

Instead, he turned around, his cold gaze.

Looking at Luo Balong and Hong Shanghang.

"Ye Qingfeng, all of this was led by the Xu Family, kidnapping the people close to you was entirely the Xu Family’s idea."

"We were just supporting, we didn’t contribute anything..."

Ye Qingfeng’s eyes swept over them.

Like the eyes of Death.

Luo Balong nearly knelt down in fright, quickly explaining.

"Yes, yes, yes! It was Xu Qian from the Xu Family who wanted to take the Bai family’s daughter, we were merely participants, we didn’t do anything productive."

Hong Shanghang echoed repeatedly.

Before, because of his son Hong Yan’s death.

He hated Ye Qingfeng to the bone.

However, truly facing death.

The fear in his heart spread throughout his entire body.

His body, beyond his control, wanted to beg for mercy.

"So what? I just... want you to die..."

Ye Qingfeng’s calm voice came.

Does a mere accomplice not need to die?

That’s truly laughable.

From the moment Ye Qingfeng stepped into Flowing Light Manor.

It was destined.

Any person who participated in Aunt Fang’s kidnapping.

Must die.

It was only a matter of time.

"What!"

Ye Qingfeng’s words were like a thunderclap on a clear day.

They never expected.

Ye Qingfeng not only completely offended the Xu Family, creating a do-or-die situation.

Even implicating, he was going to oppose the Luo and Hong Families.

This meant offending the Three Great Families of Jiangnan City in succession.

This ruthless dominance among the young people of Jiangnan City, maybe no one had it.

"The combined fury of the Xu, Luo, and Hong Families, you can’t possibly withstand it..."

Luo Balong roared.

Hong Shanghang’s heart was pounding with fear.

"So what, you’d better die first..."

The longsword in Ye Qingfeng’s hand turned into a cold light.

With a slicing sound.

Two heads with one sword.

Thudding to the ground.

Blood splattered.

Luo Balong, Hong Shanghang, dead!

"I said, not a single disciple of the Three Great Families could leave here alive, I... keep my word!"

The longsword in his hand dripped with blood.

Ye Qingfeng stood atop a high platform, his black clothes fluttering.

Looking down at the disciples of the Three Great Families.

Like a divine being overseeing all living things.

Life or death, only existed within Ye Qingfeng’s thought.

"Don’t kill us, it’s got nothing to do with us, it’s all the family’s decisions..."

"We don’t want to die, we don’t want to die!"

"Ahhhh! Run, run! This is a demon, a demon rushing out from hell!"

The moment Ye Qingfeng’s voice spread out, it was like a death sentence to the disciples of the Three Great Families.

The people in the hall, driven mad with fear.

Some immediately knelt down, prostrate, just wanting to get Ye Qingfeng’s forgiveness.

While others, frantically ran towards the door.

"Hundred Swords... Slaughter!"

Ye Qingfeng raised his longsword high, spiritual power like a long river.

Surging within his body.

The second move of the Heavenly Sword Technique, unleashed!

Countless spiritual power light swords.

Like falling snow.

Swept across with lightning speed.

With every sword stroke, blood fell.

Heads rolled.

The disciples of the Three Great Families.

Not one could escape the encompassing range of this Hundred Swords Slaughter.