Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 669 - 678: The Fall of the Hero (46 updates!)

The Heavenly Emperor, Donghuang Taiyi reincarnated, a formidable force once hailed as the strongest Immortal Emperor, now even in the late stage of Divine Infant, possesses the ability to challenge the pinnacle of Divine Infant existence.

He was of course fearless, especially after Ye Ling awakened his memories, making his strength even more terrifyingly boundless.

Ye Ling nodded, "Do you know about Divines Hall? What I want to say is, my enemies include it."

"Damn, you're still such a troublemaker, what the hell is this Divines Hall, having a lot of lice doesn't mean you're afraid of getting bitten, whoever comes, just slaughter them."

"You're really lucky, with a Chaos Divine Beast and a True Dragon at your side, tsk tsk, I think this time if we break through to Immortal Emperor again, you're probably going to be the strongest of them all."

The Heavenly Emperor laughed heartily and then his figure turned into a long beam of light, slowly dissipating between heaven and earth.

Ye Ling watched the departing Heavenly Emperor and shook his head; this guy still had the same foul temperament. If only he'd known, he wouldn't have helped awaken his memories.

The Lord of Xuantian Palace has emerged from seclusion, this news was not so much a cause for celebration as it was a cause for Ye Ling to consider defensive measures—after all, that was a world-ending level of power, not to be underestimated in the slightest.

With that in mind, Ye Ling still went back to the Manor first. But just as he arrived, his phone suddenly rang. Picking up the phone, his face gradually darkened.

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The call was from Cao Hong, telling Ye Ling that Wang Tianhao, the former leader of Dragon Gate, had been assassinated while taking a stroll in his own Manor this morning.

Upon hearing this news, Ye Ling's heart, which hadn't raged in half a year, suddenly exploded with fury, thumping wildly as a murderous intent arose within him.

Three months ago, he had taken over the position of the leader of Dragon Gate from old Mr. Wang, who had also helped him smoothly replace the figurehead of the organization.

Of course, Ye Ling's own formidable power was still indispensable, and the old man had been very good to him. Now that the old man had met a tragic death, Ye Ling felt like his lungs were about to burst with anger.

Ye Ling took a deep breath, sensing that something was amiss, Mo Xing quickly patted Ye Ling's shoulder, "What's wrong? Is there some trouble?"

"Old Mr. Wang is dead. He was found dead in the garden this morning, murdered."

Ye Ling's voice was ice-cold. You couldn't hear panic or rage in it, but you could feel the terrifying aura that was about to break free. Even Mo Xing felt a tremor in his heart.

He certainly knew who old Mr. Wang was, wasn't he the always-smiling old man? He had a good relationship with Mo Xing and the others, especially since he had personally visited three months prior and had stayed for half a month before leaving.

Ye Ling immediately phoned Cao Hong, arranging for a plane to fly to Mi Country right away, and he also called Ao Hongchen and Ye Fei, telling them to hurry over to Mi Country.

Wang Shufen and the other women all knew that Ye Ling was in trouble; they didn't ask much, only reminding him to be careful. After being cooped up at home for half a year, Ye Ling was finally stepping out once more!

A king's wrath results in floating corpses by the thousands; Ye Ling's rage was by no means weaker than that of a king.

That very night, at around five in the morning Mi Country time, Ye Ling's plane landed at the headquarters of Dragon Gate, located within a massive Manor in the suburbs.

Ye Fei and Ao Hongchen were already waiting. Ai Lu and Ruth, having also heard the news, were rushing over. With the old Sect Leader of Dragon Gate dead, the dark forces of the entire world were as if shaken by a major earthquake.

The entire Dragon Gate Manor, within a single day, was turned into a place filled with black and white mourning colors, enveloped in grief and desolation.

As Ye Ling stepped out of the Manor, rows of wreaths were placed on either side. Wang Tianhao was from Huaxia, and his funeral was conducted according to Huaxia customs.

Ye Ling's eyes reddened, recalling the chance encounter with the old man half a year ago, their amusing first meeting, as well as the old man's complete trust in him, a relationship deep and resolute.

Following closely behind, Ye Fei, Ao Hongchen, and Mo Xing all had ashen faces, their killing intent filled the air, shaking the very heavens and earth.

Above Dragon Gate Manor, dark clouds rolled tumultuously, as if even the heaven mourned the death of Wang Tianhao. Outside the Dragon Gate Manor, Dragon Gate disciples clad in black suits with white flowers stood on both sides, their heads bowed in sorrow.

Directly in front was a large memorial hall, with Elder Wang's memorial tablet placed in the center. Elder Wang's photograph also stood in the middle, his countenance smiling, as if he was right before Ye Ling's eyes.

Thump, thump, at this moment, inside Dragon Gate Manor, and outside on both sides, everyone, whether ordinary disciples or high-ranking elders, all knelt down.

Ye Ling also knelt directly, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes, as the three people behind him followed suit and knelt down.

"Elder!"

Ye Ling suddenly let out a long cry, his eyes bloodshot, his voice mournful, like a cuckoo weeping blood, a gibbon howling over a river, filled with sorrow.

Unable to contain his grief any longer, Ye Ling knelt on the ground and crawled forward. With a speed of hundred meters, he moved extremely fast, each advance accompanied by agonized roars.

"Leader of Dragon Gate, avenge the old Master!"

All of a sudden, throughout Dragon Gate Manor, inside and out, voices cried out in chorus, filled with heartrending grief and terrifying murderous intent, roaring through the air.

Ye Ling finally arrived at the center of the memorial hall, looking at old Wang's photograph, he kowtowed, each bow resonating with a loud, thumping sound.

"Elder! If I do not avenge you and personally slay the enemy, I, Ye Ling, swear not to be human—offending both gods and men!"

Ye Ling suddenly cried out, stood up, picked up three sticks of incense, completed the worship for the elder, put on the funeral clothes, and wore a white flower, his eyes bloodshot.

Elder Wang was a hero, even those in the dark world who held the power of life and death spoke of him thus; no one could deny the grandeur of the Elder's life!

Ye Ling entered the memorial hall, where the Elder rested peacefully in a crystal coffin, surrounded by white flowers, seemingly having passed away in serenity.

But only Ye Ling knew that the Elder had been struck at the heart by a poison arrow and had died in excruciating pain.

Ye Ling clenched his fists tightly, cracking sounds echoing; his heart was in extreme pain, the first time he had experienced the departure of a friend and elder.

Cao Hong approached Ye Ling with a somber face: "Leader of Dragon Gate, we have found out."

"Who was it!"

Ye Ling growled fiercely, while Cao Hong took a deep breath: "According to messages from Sicily, it was that contemptuous old man from the Ross Clan who did it!"

The Ross Clan!

Ye Ling shook his head. Impossible, Ai Lu knew his relationship with Elder Wang, she would never make a move. That left only one possibility—the message from Sicily itself!

An hour later, Ai Lu and Ruth both hurried over, first paying their respects to the Elder, and then Ai Lu approached Ye Ling, her face grave.

"My love, the rumors from the outside world, none of them are true. Grandfather has completely stepped back now, and with me in charge of the entire Ross Clan, I definitely did not issue such an order!"

Ai Lu, the first and only queen in the history of the Ross Clan, known as Queen Rose, spoke with gravity.