Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

The plane cut through the sky, soaring through the azure heavens, yet no one knew that a struggle between life and death had only just begun.

In Mi Country, an abnormal report from the plane had already been received; it had flown over the Mexican Dollar, but it was not continuing along its original route.

"Hurry, find out what's going on, call the captain on the plane," the people at Mi Country's airline were highly tense, as there had been too many accidents lately.

While Mi Country was somewhat in a panic, Ye Ling had already made his way into the economy class, stumbling in and voluntarily raising his hands.

"Big... Big brother, I was just going to the bathroom, I was about to burst, the guy above in the cabin let me out."

Ye Ling crouched on the ground, a face full of pleading, while five or six highly tense organization members pointed their guns directly at Ye Ling.

"Cunning bastard, I think you're playing tricks!" one burly man sneered coldly, walking towards Ye Ling with a submachine gun in hand, and smashed the gun onto Ye Ling's head.

With a thump, Ye Ling fell to the ground; screams filled the economy class, but as the other burly men aimed their guns at the screaming people, the chaotic scene completely vanished.

"Hehe, how pathetic, your air marshals have been sent to meet God by us, no one can save you now, believe me, so you'd better just stay put..."

Suddenly, the pupils of the burly man, who was laughing heartily, constricted. An astonishing attack directly struck his heart.

The muscular body slowly fell, and seeing this, the eyes of the other burly men filled with raging anger. However, the figure that had been lying on the ground disappeared in an instant.

Thump, thump, Ye Ling's figure appeared beside them like the wind, tapping his toes rapidly, just like the shadowless kick from a movie.

His toes slammed into the hearts of all the terrorists; the immense Spiritual Power instantly paralyzed their hearts, while their internal organs were all shattered to pieces.

If one were to dissect these criminals, they would find that their internals seemed to be crazily minced into bits by an immense strangling force.

The economy class was dead quiet; everyone watched as Ye Ling displayed such might, with the harbingers of death falling one by one to the ground, not even having a chance to wail in agony.

Ye Ling raised his index finger to his lips to shush the people wanting to celebrate; the most troublesome man was still in the cockpit, and it was crucial not to let him notice anything fishy.

Your journey continues at empire

Everyone nodded vigorously, excitement dancing in their eyes, and several sentimental people had already started crying. This was a narrow escape from death.

Ye Ling quietly approached the cockpit, where there lay an air marshal whose eyes were wide open in death. Ye Ling sighed deeply and bent down to close the man's eyes.

Inside the cockpit, the middle-aged pilot was cautiously controlling the plane, a gun barrel pressed against the top of his head.

Sweat dripped from his forehead; the pilot was highly nervous. He had extensive flying experience, but he had never encountered such an event and couldn't help but be scared.

The leader sitting next to him had a smile on his face, "Respected Mr. Pilot, as long as you follow my plan, I will not harm your life."

"After all, only you can fly this plane, and in times of crisis, a capable person shows his true talent."

"This is the survival skill bestowed by the Lord upon mankind. I think you should also thank the Lord's greatness and embrace the Lord."

The pilot nodded with a forced smile, cursing inwardly, 'Bullshit Lord. I don't know which devil your lord is, but definitely not any good.'

I've won 'Best Pilot' three times, possess high-quality mental fortitude, and I won't easily bow down to you.

"If it wasn't for this time, with you pointing a gun at my head, I would have definitely fought you to the end, no doubt about it."

However, just at that moment, the cockpit door suddenly opened, and a thin figure appeared inside the cockpit, leaning against the door with a smile on his face—it was Ye Ling.

"Who are you! Czech! Kufei! What the hell are you doing, how could you let someone into the cockpit! Get him out of here now!"

The leader shouted, jabbing the pistol hard against the pilot's head, causing him to grimace in pain but not daring to make a sound.

How he wanted to poke that detestable guy with the gun, how he wanted to ask, does this hurt, does it hurt?

"Sorry, but all your men have been sent to Tender Country, embraced by women, and they asked me to tell you, it turns out that being away from the so-called lord's embrace isn't so bad after all."

Ye Ling was quite relaxed; under his watch, this guy was nothing more than a dead fish on the chopping board, unable to stir up any trouble.

Just being able to stand in front of him had sealed the final outcome, and what Ye Ling wanted now was to play cat and mouse, letting him die in pain.

"Bullshit! They've all undergone rigorous training and will never betray the lord, it's you! You must have killed them!"

"You damn bastard! Kneel down and repent to the lord! Hurry up, or I'll kill the pilot!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"If the pilot dies, we all die! I don't care, falling into the lord's embrace is my ultimate dream, while you will fall into hell and suffer punishment!"

Ye Ling shrugged, "Your so-called lord probably can't handle my kneeling; sadly, I have no intention of kneeling."

"And hey, Comrade Pilot, believe me, his gun is already useless. If you are still a man, stand up, and give this damn bastard a good thrashing!"

The despicable leader was momentarily stunned, then cracked a ferocious smile, "Fine! Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

"I'll kill the pilot first, then kill you! With all the people on this plane as my funeral companions, I'm not at a loss!"

With that said, he pulled the trigger hard, and the pilot immediately closed his eyes, his legs trembling non-stop.

But ten seconds later, the pilot opened his eyes and found that death had not come to him, and the leader was staring blankly at the non-firing pistol in his hand.

"I told you already, this gun is useless now, it's a gun of kindness that can't kill," Ye Ling said with a grin.

Of course, the gun could kill, but it had been sealed by Ye Ling's Spiritual Power, so naturally, the leader couldn't fire it.

The leader looked up, seeing the pilot's fierce face next to him, he chuckled, "What if I said I walked into the wrong room, would you believe me?"

"Believe you! Yeah right! Watch me, Black Bear Punch!"

Bam—the pilot's massive fist smashed into the leader's eye, and the leader fell with a thud, as the furious pilot, punch after punch, made his target cry out in pain, clutching his head.

"Tsk tsk, seems like your lord is useless, raising you so poorly that you can't even handle this little suffering, what a disgrace."

Ye Ling shook his head, while the pilot's angry beating had already completely bewildered the sorry guy, who finally, very thoroughly, collapsed to the ground and passed out.