Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 555 - 565: Overwhelming Kill

The battle between the two Divine Infant Realm powerhouses took to the skies, with both parties exerting their full strength right from the onset.

Here, concealed by formations, the battle between the two mighty combatants was imperceptible to ordinary people.

Prince Jin, on the other hand, stood with his hands behind his back, emanating an aura of authority. Although he was merely a Golden Core Stage powerhouse—unremarkable among this crowd—his momentum roared like thunder.

Swish, Ye Ling was the first to act, sweeping out the Primal Sword Embryo in his hand. The terrifying sword light streaked towards the three powerhouses, ripping fearsome fissures in space wherever it went.

"What!"

The three Tribulation Transcending powerhouses immediately showed a look of terror in their eyes. An ordinary sword strike had set their hearts pounding and souls shuddering with fear.

Meanwhile, Ao Hongchen also charged forward, wielding The Sword of Judgment, his eyes swirling with murderous intent, boundless and horrific.

As for Xiao Hei, the True Dragon hidden amongst them, he lay concealed in midair, guarding Wang Ningmei and staying vigilant against any unforeseen circumstances.

Two against three powerhouses, Ye Ling faced two alone. With a casual flick of the Primal Sword Embryo, he conjured a resplendent Life-Seizing Sword flower.

Pop—a sword flower burst open, and a terrible aura instantly slammed into the bodies of the two formidable adversaries.

The two powerhouses felt a tightness in their chests and their complexions turned pale as they hurriedly retreated, gasping for breath with mouths agape.

Too strong, just too strong—this was not the level of strength a Tribulation Stage individual should possess; it was clearly the peerless force of the Divine Infant Realm!

"You scoundrels, daring to step foot onto our Huaxia lands as you please. But since you've come, you might as well stay!"

Ye Ling suddenly moved, his Primal Sword Embryo sweeping out furiously. The sword light was overwhelming, and before the two adversaries could even muster a defense, it blasted against their chests.

Crackles and pops—their blood misted into the air, exploding in midair and creating a gruesome spectacle.

"One sword to annihilate the enemy, an unrivaled power!"

Boom—the look in Ye Ling's eyes turned ruthless. Striking while the enemy was down, he swiftly closed in on one of the powerhouses who had just managed to steady himself.

Swish—a sweep of sword light passed by, and a thin red line suddenly appeared on the throat of the powerhouse whose eyes widened in shock.

Squeak, squeak—there was a faint movement within the mark, and suddenly, the powerhouse clutched at the trace on his throat. A stream of fresh blood could no longer be contained, bursting forth.

"Nine Nether Emperor Technique, devour it for me!"

Ye Ling clenched his hand into a fist, and a terrible suction force grasped the chest of the adversary. The irresistible devouring power actually pulled out the powerhouse's Golden Core. Discover stories with novelbuddy

Crack, crack—the Golden Core shattered, and the pure spiritual power from heaven and earth was absorbed into Ye Ling's body, spreading throughout his limbs and bones.

In just a fleeting moment, one of the three Tribulation Transcending powerhouses had perished, while the complexion of another had turned deathly pale.

The one who had just died was a Late Stage expert of the Tribulation Phase—though many steps behind the Divine Infant Realm, within the Tribulation Phase, he was undoubtedly king-level.

Gulp—the remaining powerhouse facing Ye Ling couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, feeling the shadow of death looming over him.

"You—do you choose to die obediently or choose to struggle pointlessly?"

Ye Ling held his longsword at the ready, smiling coldly. The opposing powerhouse felt an icy chill running down his spine, retreating without stop while waving his hands, "We've come only to retrieve The Sword of Judgment!"

"No! You can't act, it's ours. It was just stolen and brought here hundreds of years ago."

"You can't kill me," if you do, the powerful ones from Divines Hall will never let you go. You will die a miserable death. You can't kill me!"

Ye Ling looked at the fellow who was retreating and shouting, and couldn't help but laugh. His smile was cold, chilling to the bone.

"Your things? Since that's the case, shouldn't the things taken from us a hundred years ago also be returned?"

"Humans are not beasts; you need to reason. What you take is yours, what you lose is still yours. I find it amazing how shameless you are."

"This sword has been with us for hundreds of years, so it's ours. As for what Sword of Judgment, as I said before, its name is the Dog-Killing Sword!"

Thump, thump, Ye Ling sneered coldly, stepped forward with the Primal Sword Embryo in hand, then tilted his head, looking at the body that had fallen beside him with disdain.

"As for the revenge of Divines Hall? I'm sorry, you're thinking too much. But I think, since I've already killed one, even if I stop now, it wouldn't make a difference, would it?"

"Moreover, I really do want to see what's so special about Divines Hall. A bunch of winged birdmen and a herd of furry beasts, and they dare to call themselves gods?"

Ye Ling sneered coldly, his feet stomped hard and suddenly, his figure disappeared on the spot. The Tribulation Transcending powerhouse opposite him suddenly widened his eyes.

Fear, horror, dread, panic—all the negative emotions appeared in his eyes because he never believed that Ye Ling's sword had already been placed under his throat.

The cold blade seemed to have already cut the powerhouse's throat. He dared not move, feeling like even his hair was being severed by the invisible Sword Qi.

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"Spare me, spare me!"

The strong man swallowed hard, and Ye Ling, who was holding the hilt upside down, chuckled heinously. His wrist suddenly moved, and the Primal Sword Embryo burst forth with dazzling sword light.

Drip, drip, blood fell to the ground, staining the earth red.

A stream of blood spurted into the air, sketching out a strange and brilliant blossom of life-seizing blood.

With a thud, the strong man collapsed to the ground, his Golden Core having already been devoured by Ye Ling, who forcefully dissolved it and nourished himself.

On the other side, Ao Hongchen, wielding the Sword of Judgment, fought fiercely. Coupled with Ye Ling's consecutive slaying of two Tribulation Transcending strongmen, the one battling Ao Hongchen was already in full retreat.

"You think you can mess with me and just walk away? It's not that simple. Take a bite of Daoist's sword!"

"Hongchen's sword, the sword that extinguishes Hongchen!"

Boom, the sword light thundered, piercing through the heavens and the earth. When the light dissipated, the sword in Ao Hongchen's hand had already punctured the chest of that strongman.

"Bastards! Huaxia Martial Artists, you've gone too far!"

Roar, suddenly a Divine Infant Realm powerhouse in mid-air burst into rage. His eyes were filled with blood, and then thunderclouds appeared in the sky.

Whoosh, an ancient figure plummeted from the sky, trailing drops of blood as he fell.

Ye Ling's eyes narrowed, and he shot up to catch the old man falling from the sky. Seeing the glaring palm imprint on the old man's chest, a murderous intent surged through him.

"Clan Elder! Clan Elder!"

Prince Jin hurried over and took the old man. The old man opened his eyes and smiled faintly, spitting out a mouthful of blood: "It's nothing, I'm not dead yet."

"But, what about that fellow in the sky who wants to start a slaughter? What should we do then?"

Without me, who can withstand that fearsome Divine Infant Realm strongman?