Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Ye Ling's murderous intent stirred, and for the first time since arriving on Earth, it was this intense.

"If you intend to stop me, then prepare for death. No one can block my path, Ye Ling!"

Ye Ling, carrying overwhelming murderous intent, with an unmatched thick aura of death, slowly walked towards the remaining dozen or so people.

"Wrath of Thunder, Thunder God descends!"

The leader of the superhumans shouted, his body flashing with intense lightning. Seeing this, the other superhumans also crazily charged at Ye Ling.

This Thunder God's descent was the leader's ultimate move. Once the Thunder God was summoned, he would become invincible. They had to stop this man from Huaxia at all costs.

"Go to hell, you foreign brat. You can't run rampant in our country!"

Crack, a Huo Long soared into the sky, its claws reaching out furiously, spewing fierce flames, with formidable power, blasting towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling kept walking, his expression calm, but the glint in his eyes fully exposed his murderous intent.

Boom, the Huo Long hit Ye Ling, and wisps of smoke rose, yet it couldn't even stop his stride, let alone injure him.

"Since you've come, you might as well stay!" Ye Ling sneered coldly as he fiercely pulled with one hand, and with the other, he slammed the Godslayer Stone onto the head of a nearby superhuman.

Smack, blood splattered. The superhuman's vision darkened immediately, struggling to breathe. He wanted to resist, but his consciousness was gradually sinking.

Crack, Ye Ling stomped on the leg of the fallen superhuman, the crisp sound of breaking bones sending shivers down the spines of those who heard it.

Ye Ling suddenly burst into laughter, "Come on then! Today, I want to see just how damn impressive you foreign superhumans really are!"

"Come on! Whoever can stop my stride, you are the invincible king! Come at me!"

Ye Ling roared, his body surging forward, directly into the crowd. He swung the Godslayer Stone viciously at the nearest person, as the power of the Seven Golden Cores within him erupted wildly.

In his body, the torrential Spiritual Power, like roaring dragons or floodwaters bursting through a dam, surged uncontrollably.

The surface of Ye Ling's body even emitted a hint of dragon and tiger roars, a manifestation of power pushed to its limits.

The Seven Golden Cores, the fourth level of Extinction Golden Body, the fourth level of Nine Nether Emperor Technique, all boosted Ye Ling's strength to a fearsome level.

Smack, a brick flew, Ye Ling knocked down a nearby superhuman. The superhuman, spitting out blood, had no defense and fell into darkness, collapsing on the ground.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Thousand Swords Formation, unseen through the ages. You all should feel proud to die under my Thousand Swords Formation!"

As Ye Ling finished speaking, his back suddenly revealed a dense sea of sword blades, issuing blinding sword light, glinting with cold light, and gathering together like a dazzling sun.

Humming, the sword bodies trembled, and the dense Sword Qi seemed as though it could tear apart the very fabric of space, terrifyingly powerful.

"Thousand Swords Formation, strike!"

Ye Ling pointed a single finger, and the terrifying Sword Array behind him went mad, crazily slaughtering everyone in front. Wherever it went, space trembled, and there was even a sense that it would be torn apart.

"Even in death, we must ensure the Great Commander's Thunder God's descent is complete!"

"Right! What is death? Fight him with everything, as long as the Great Commander's ultimate move descends, this guy will go to hell!"

"God bless us, we are invincible, invincible under the heavens!"

Boom, all the people, except for the Great Commander who was striving to complete his Thunder God's descent, went mad, charging at Ye Ling with a frenzy.

Boom, the Sword Array raced forward, the sword light piercing through Cangqiong, and everything inside the casino turned to ash in an instant, completely annihilated within the Thousand Swords Formation.

One figure after another, like moths to a flame, their hands ceaselessly emitted bursts of light, as Spiritual Power roared forth.

"Kill! For glory, all enemies shall perish at the hands of God's most beloved people!"

Everyone had given it their all, exhausting their last ounce of strength, as if possessed by madness, determined to eliminate any obstacle before them. Continue reading stories on empire

When the Thousand Swords Formation collided with them, everyone's bodies shook in an instant, and streams of sword light immediately pierced through their chests.

Whiz, blood sprayed into the air, figure after figure lifelessly fell from the sky down to the ground, closing their eyes forever.

All those who rushed forward perished under the Thousand Swords Formation, with vast amounts of blood scattered about, the stench of blood piercing the nostrils.

And Ruth, standing in the distance, was completely stunned; this young fellow before her was like the rebirth of Satan, wherever he went, he left behind nothing but mountains of corpses and seas of bones.

"How can he be so strong! Unreasonably powerful! This can't be possible!" Ruth murmured.

The patriarch of the Sterr family was a formidable practitioner at the Early Stage of the Golden Core, a leading figure among the Westerners with special abilities, but Ruth was certain, absolutely certain, that her family patriarch was nowhere near this strong.

Nowadays, the only one still alive was the leader floating mid-air, unleashing the Wrath of Thunder in a frenzy, his eyes brimming with blood, his heart bleeding.

Dead, they were all dead; this terrifying fellow had slaughtered them all, as though they were lowly maggots.

Yet, he could not afford to lose, for if he did, the deaths of his comrades would be meaningless; he had to win, to kill the one before him.

For glory, for his own life, and for all the brothers who had died.

"Ah! Kill!"

"Thunder God, descend!"

Boom! With an earth-shattering momentum, a breath-taking aura quietly emerged, and a colossal figure fully materialized, appearing before Ye Ling.

An immense figure, clad in armor woven from thunder and lightning, holding a Thunder Spear, his eyes emitted a destructive aura.

Ye Ling's face remained calm, "It's nothing but an illusion; barely stepping into the Golden Core Stage and you dare to call yourself a god?"

"Even if the true Thunder God were here, upon seeing this emperor, he would still have to kneel and tremble with fear!"

"Having been the Immortal Emperor, I never bothered to glance at such lowly beings as yourselves."

Boom! The Thunder God summoned by the leader moved, taking a large step towards Ye Ling, the spear in its hands thrust forward fiercely, seeming to carry the weight of the world itself, terrifyingly boundless.

As the spear thrust out, like a furious dragon, an unrivaled storm of thunder and lightning wove into a dreadful net, charging towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling sneered, and with a step forward, he did not retreat but advanced, charging towards the so-called Thunder God.

His right arm fiercely drew back, like a full bow, containing an incredibly fearsome power.

"Even if it is a god, so what!"

"Spill three drops of blood, daring to send divine spirits to hell!"

"With the power of a single punch, who in both Immortal Heavens and Earth would dare obstruct!"

"I am the Immortal Emperor!"

Boom, Ye Ling charged forward, and in Ruth's shocked eyes, he was like a moth, his body emitting a brilliant and terrible light, charging into the vast sea of fire.