The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

"Let's go."

When the two men saw that the other had the numbers advantage, and that they were extremely exhausted from being dragged by that damnable young man, they looked at each other and flew up into the air.

The two of them looked down in the air at the youth being carried.

Although this youth was only a martial cultivator, he made them feel that he was the most difficult person in Night Sea Sect to deal with.

"Father, let me down." Being supported by his father made Feng Ting feel a little awkward.

"Stop trying to be brave."

Feng Xing took a step forward, and bowed to pay his respects: "Grand Elder, your child is seriously injured, please bestow the Spirit Pill."

"Wait for me."

After the Great Clan Elder finished speaking, he moved and entered the Grimoire Pavilion.

Feng Xing's expression was anxious as he lowered his head to look at his son. He didn't know why, but he felt that his son's complexion seemed to have improved a lot.

Feng Ting laughed: "Father, are you going to continue hugging me like this?"

Feng Xing frowned, and gently placed Feng Ting on the ground, and said: "Don't move."

Feng Ting looked at his father's anxious expression and said, "Ok, I won't move."

When the enemies left, dozens of Spirit Cultivating Disciples came over and surrounded Feng Ting to watch.

The Beiwu Hall came over as well. They all felt that the Junior Brother should be fine. But when they saw the love between father and son, they remained silent.

At this time, Qian Daoshen did not see his son, and hurriedly asked a Spirit Cultivator disciple beside him.

"Junior Brother Qian Biao went out last night." A Spirit Cultivator disciple from Left Discipline Hall answered.

"Why aren't Qian Heng and Qian Tong here?" Qian Daoshen continued to ask.

The Spirit Cultivator disciple replied, "Senior Brother Qian Heng and Senior Brother Qian Tong have not seen each other for a long time."

"Where's number two?" Qian Daoshen's expression was somewhat panicked.

"Martial Uncle rarely comes to Grimoire Pavilion." The spirit cultivator disciple replied.

Qian Daoshen raged: "Such a dangerous time, why would Second Brother not be here!"

Seeing that, Feng Ting, Beiwu Hall and Hua Fenfei did not say anything, although they knew what had happened.

However, the Spirit Cultivators that were staying in the Grimoire Pavilion did not know that, and hearing Qian Daoshen's question, they felt that something was amiss.

The Sect Master and the four great hall masters had gone into seclusion. Qian Daohui was the head of the Zhongyu Peak.

Qian Daoshen raged: "Quickly go find him!"

"Yes."

A few spirit cultivator disciples from the Left Discipline Hall ran towards the Changqing Hall.

At this time, Grand Elder Chen Ying appeared with a very small pill box, and passed the pill box to Feng Xing.

"Thank you, Grand Elder." Feng Xing immediately took the pill box.

"Father, I'm fine." Feng Ting suddenly stood up.

"Don't try to be brave." Feng Xing looked at his son with a pained expression.

"Father, check my pulse and feel my breath." Feng Ting said as he reached out his hand to let Feng Xing check his pulse.

"Feng Ting, quickly eat the pill."

Feng Xing completely ignored Feng Ting's request. He took out a pill and was about to stuff it into Feng Ting's mouth.

"Master, this Junior Brother might really be fine." Li Yuan stood at the side and muttered.

Feng Ting also shook his fist and laughed: "Father, I'm fine now."

Sensing the vigorous Qi released from Feng Ting's fist, Feng Xing could not help but be stunned.

The Great Clan Elder Chen Ying, the hall master of the Southern Domain, the hall master of the Qing Gong Tang, He Wenjun and several tens of Spirit Cultivating Disciples were all dumbfounded.

Could it be that he was really fine!?

Chen Ying and the Spirit Cultivator disciples had seen Feng Ting being injured and then walking forward, so they had a sense of foreboding in their hearts.

But when these four great hall masters and Sovereign of Europe s returned, they just so happened to see Feng Ting being sent flying by those two people. Even if they were attacked like this, they would still be seriously injured.

Feng Ting was only a martial cultivation disciple, how could his complexion be normal?

"Feng Ting, you really...!"

As fathers, Feng's group cared about Feng Ting the most. He looked at Feng Ting, not daring to believe that what he said was true.

"Father, I told you long ago that I was fine." Feng Ting laughed.

"How can you withstand their attacks!" Feng Xing asked.

Without waiting for Feng Ting's reply, Li Yuan replied on the side, "Master, before you came back, in order to help the Grand Elder, Junior Brother had already suffered three attacks from those two."

"That's true!" Feng Xing looked at Feng Ting with his eyes wide open.

Feng Ting did not reply. Instead, he stood at the side and continued to reply, "Reporting to Master, it is really so."

Feng Xing looked at Feng Ting as if he was not his son, but a monster that had flown from outer space.

Chen Ying, Ou Juncheng, Kou Zhen, and He Wenjun also quietly sensed Feng Ting's aura.

They could feel that although Feng Ting's meridians were slightly injured, it was definitely not fatal, and his bones actually had some slight injuries. But for cultivators, such injuries, as long as they paid attention and recuperated, they would completely recover.

Qian Daoshen, who was at the side, did not have the mood to bother with Feng Ting.

"No need." Chen Ying stopped Qian Daoshen from leaving.

"Grand Elder, do you know where second brother went?" Qian Daoshen asked.

"I don't know where Qian Dao went back to, I know something happened to Qian Biao."

Chen Ying felt that Qian Du should have gone back to take care of Qian Biao's matters, so he did not appear.

After Qian Daoshen heard this, he was immediately struck dumb: "Great Clan Elder, what did you say?"

Chen Ying looked at Qian Daoshen and said in a slightly sad voice, "Qian Biao has gone."

"He went!" Qian Daoshen of course knew what this "went" meant, his face immediately became sinister: "Who is it!"

"It's me." Feng Ting spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant manner as he continued with the topic.

At this time, everyone present looked at Feng Ting in shock.

Not many people knew about it, and most people thought that Feng Ting had gone crazy.

Feng Xing said angrily: "Feng Ting, don't speak nonsense."

"You …!" Qian Daoshen looked at Feng Ting, and said angrily: "You are just a lowly martial cultivator, how can you hurt Qian Biao!"

Feng Ting calmly looked at Qian Daoshen: "I killed Qian Biao with this blade."

As he spoke, he took out the short bloodthirsty knife.

Seeing the bloodthirsty knife, everyone was even more shocked.

This bloodthirsty knife was the Left Discipline Hall's spirit artifact, how could it be in Feng Ting's hands? How could he use this blade to kill Qian Biao!

In that moment, everyone's hearts overturned, they did not know what happened to Feng Ting and his group.

Qian Daoshen still could not believe it, and said angrily: "Feng Ting, how did you get hold of this bloodthirsty knife?"

"Qian Biao used this blade to kill me, and I snatched the blade away, casually killing him."

Feng Ting's tone was calm, as if he was talking about some trivial matter.

"You are only a lowly martial cultivation disciple, why would Qian Biao use his bloodthirsty knife to kill you?" Qian Daoshen retorted angrily.

Feng Ting smiled slightly: "I am martial cultivator, but even if Qian Biao used a bloodthirsty knife, he was still killed by me."

Qian Daoshen was speechless after this counterattack. The surrounding people all felt that this young man had shown his arrogance and confidence to the fullest.

If not for the Great Clan Elder present, Qian Daoshen would have definitely taken action. He clenched his teeth, not knowing what to do.

Feng Ting leisurely continued: "Qian Heng was also killed by me."

What!

Kill Qian Biao, and even kill Qian Heng!

People wanted peace, but how could they calm down?

Feng Ting looked at Qian Daoshen, and said calmly: "There's still the money to go back."

Bang!

Everyone felt as if a mountain had collapsed in their hearts, shaking them to the point that their bodies and minds were on the verge of collapse!

, who knew about the internal affairs, didn't understand why Junior Brother revealed everything.

Hall Master of Qing Gong Tang, He Wenjun, quietly took two steps back, and arrived beside Hua Fenfei.

Without waiting for He Wenjun to ask, Hua Fenfei said in a low voice: "What he said was all true."

Hearing this, He Wenjun frowned, and did not ask anymore.

Xin Han who was outside of the group of people, was standing there quietly. It was only now that she quietly walked over, her clear eyes filled with concern.

Feng Xing suddenly raised his hand, wanting to slap Feng Ting, but his hand stopped in mid air, frozen in place.

"I'll kill you!"

Qian Daoshen could no longer tolerate it, with a move of his, he appeared in front of Feng Ting.

The Spiritual Strength rolled in his palm and patted towards Feng Ting's head.

How could Feng Xing let Qian Daoshen injure his son? Although his cultivation was not as good as Qian Daohui's, he still tried his best to stop him.

"Bam."

A golden figure suddenly appeared in front of Qian Daoshen and pushed him out of the way.

"Grand Elder!"

Qian Daoshen looked at Chen Ying who was blocking him, and fury surged in his eyes.

"It's not clear yet." Chen Ying said.

"Great Clan Elder, how do you intend to find out about killing so many people in my Left Discipline Hall?" Qian Daoshen's skinny face had already turned ashen and was trembling.

"The five of you, follow me in." Chen Ying turned and left.

"Yes …"

Kou Zhen, Feng Xing, He Wenjun, Ou Juncheng, all four of them promised at the same time.

"Feng Ting cannot leave." Qian Daoshen suddenly said.

"Feng Ting, you come in as well." Chen Ying explained as he walked.

"Yes." Feng Ting glanced at Qian Daoshen.

Their gazes met, and Feng Ting remained calm and composed. Qian Daoshen's blade shone with a fiery light, and her killing intent surged.

Chen Ying's figure floated and entered the Grimoire Pavilion.

Chen Ying had already sat down and stood next to his personal disciple, Jiang Bei.

Feng Ting, the four great hall masters and the Sovereign of Europe were standing on both sides.

Feng Ting, Feng Xing, He Wenjun, and Ou Juncheng were to the left, while Qian Daoshen and the hall master of the Southern Techniques Palace, Kou Zhen, were to the right.

Kou Zhen looked at the few people in front of him, and felt that he had stood in the wrong place.

Chen Ying looked at Feng Ting and coldly asked: "Feng Ting, tell me, what exactly happened?"

Feng Ting said calmly: "Qian Yao sought me out for a spar, and I defeated him. Qian Yao came over to help and was defeated by me. Qian Tong and Qian Heng came to kill me at night, but Qian Heng and Qian Tong were killed by me. Last night, Qian Biao came to kill me again, and I killed him too. Qian Dao came back to kill me in the wee hours of the morning, and I killed him as well. "

The few of them listened to Feng Ting's casual narration of him being killed and couldn't help but feel fear rising in their hearts.

The process would definitely not be as simple as Feng Ting said. To be able to live through a martial cultivator, a family of Spirit Cultivator, was an impossible miracle.

They had even slaughtered the entire family. This was an earth-shattering reversal.

Feng Xing secretly glanced at his son, and his heart was in turmoil.

Was this still his son?