Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Moths to the flame, seeking their own destruction, perhaps those ability users who just died in the Thousand Swords Formation were the real moths to the flame.

And Ye Ling, with an imposing and ferocious demeanor, his eyes gleamed like two fierce suns, dazzling and unstoppable!

Thunder God's spear seemed to pierce through the void, descending from the Heavenly Realm with overwhelming might.

Ye Ling, however, charged forward with his thin figure, his fist pulling back and then thunderously reaching Thunder God's side, already furiously smashing out.

Hiss hiss hiss, where his fist passed, the air around was set ablaze with madness, with billows of blue smoke drifting into mid-air.

In Ye Ling's pupils, the long spear grew ever closer, bearing down upon him.

"Be gone!" Continue your saga on empire

Ye Ling roared to the heavens, punching out, and the long spear, densely composed of lightning, was directly smashed to pieces by his fist!

Crack, the lightning shattered, as if falling to the ground, and the formidable spear was thus effortlessly turned into lightning by Ye Ling.

"Next up, it's your turn!" Ye Ling sneered, with the Godslayer Stone reappearing in his hand, dark light surging, his presence extraordinary, though its actual form was just a damn black brick.

Smack, a brick slapped directly on Thunder God's head, and the previously enraged Thunder God suddenly staggered, his gaze instantly scattering.

"I am the Thunder God! Heavenly Divine Punishment, who..."

Thunder God's gaze refocused, his killing intent chilling. He was a god, the god of lightning, extremely powerful among the gods, his will indicative of his absolute refusal to submit.

"Thunder God? What god?" Ye Ling slapped him with another brick, smashing it hard onto Thunder God's head.

Thunder God trembled, his hard-earned imposing aura instantly dissipating, but with his strong will, he quickly revived, majestic and dignified.

"Damn it, when I ask a question, you answer, or I'll beat you to death!"

Ye Ling smacked Thunder God's head with another brick, and this time, Thunder God was no longer raging furiously, like a Heavenly Divine descending to earth, but instead staggered back a few steps, clutching his head.

"Ouch! That hurts, who the hell are you?! I'm the Thunder God, I have descended!" Thunder God hissed in pain, begging for face-saving, "Who am I, for crying out loud, you can't do this to me."

Ye Ling sneered, smacking another brick onto Thunder God's head: "Since you're somebody, you must have seen a lot, so let me ask you, do you know anything about Dongmei?"

"What? Dongmei? Big brother, are you kidding me? I am a god! I am the Thunder God, how would I know anything about some Dongmei!" Thunder God was dumbfounded, then suddenly enraged.

Please, ask me something reliable, stop messing around, I am a god, how would I know anything about Dongmei.

"Go to hell, I'm asking you, what Dongmei?" Ye Ling sneered, smacking another brick onto Thunder God's chest.

Crackle and pop, the armor on Thunder God's chest was smashed, spurting strands of lightning, deflating like a punctured balloon, his grandeur gone.

"Dongmei! I really don't know, stop hitting me! Owen Dongmei?" Thunder God clutched his chest in agony; that was his armor, more valuable than his face, the highest enhancer of his visage.

Ye Ling was taken aback: "Damn it, how dare you corrupt history! Ma what Mei?"

Bang, another brick landed, and Thunder God was left dizzy with stars of lightning flashing before his eyes, feeling his summoned Divine Power slowly fading.

He was Thunder God, one of the mighty gods of the Heavenly Realm, now summoned forth, striving to be imposing, but he had encountered Ye Ling, and his armor was battered to pieces.

"My god! How could there be such a terrifying person in the Lower Realm, I am furious!" Thunder God gritted his teeth, so humiliated.

Ye Ling nodded: "You should be angry, but you should also think about how to answer my question, Ma Dong what?"

Huh?

The Thunder God was startled, "Damn it, why did the question change again?"

Smack, another brick, the Thunder God's vision filled with stars as he staggered backward, stumbling. If it were his true form here, he would have gone mad and brutally killed Ye Ling long ago.

"Cough cough, I think I've seen this Huaxia movie, it should be Ma Dongmei," Ruth said from not far away, her eyes full of deep shock as she mumbled to herself.

The Thunder God was beaten to this **** state, all you gods in the Heavenly Realm, are you really the Creator Gods of this world?

While being wildly pummeled by Ye Ling, the Thunder God's ears twitched suddenly, and he burst out laughing, jumping to his feet: "Haha! I know it, it's Ma Dongmei, isn't it?"

"Haha! It wasn't easy, damn, does this king have to go out and brush up on the culture of the East from now on?"

"Who the hell is this Ma Dongmei? When I meet him, I'm definitely going to split him in half!"

Ye Ling nodded with satisfaction: "Mm, not bad, congratulations on getting it right, but unfortunately, you still have to take a beating!"

Smack, another brick, and the Thunder God wobbled, his massive body collapsing to the ground, then he struggled to get back up!

"Why! Why are you hitting me again! Didn't I get it right?" The Thunder God was close to tears.

Ye Ling nodded: "You did get it right."

"Then why are you hitting me again, give me a reason!" The Thunder God gritted his teeth, did this damn bastard even have any integrity, didn't he know that one has to be trustworthy?

"Why am I hitting you? Don't you know why?" Ye Ling retorted, brandishing the brick.

The Thunder God quickly shrank back; he was terrified of that brick, it hurt like hell, and he was utterly powerless to fight back.

"What do you mean I don't know? Don't you know why you're hitting me?" the Thunder God asked through gritted teeth.

Ye Ling was quite relaxed, shrugging his shoulders: "Right, why am I hitting you, don't you have any clue why?"

Creak, the Thunder God was dumbstruck, damn it, how was he supposed to answer this?

"Look, I'm going to go, alright? You guys have fun, don't call me for this kind of fighting and killing in the future, kid, I've got my eye on you, wait till we get to the Heavenly Realm, this king will torture you to death!"

The Thunder God threatened with gritted teeth, turning to flee, but Ye Ling grabbed hold of his armor.

"Tsk tsk, little Thunder God, don't worry, this young lord will definitely come to find you, okay? We are old acquaintances after all," Ye Ling yanked forcefully, and the Thunder God fell to the ground.

"Acquainted?" The Thunder God suddenly remembered something.

That brick, it seemed very familiar, it was the famous weapon of a big shot from the Eastern Immortal Realm.

"Qing Emperor! Right! It's the Qing Emperor's weapon, how do you have the Qing Emperor's weapon, who are you!" The Thunder God's eyes widened in disbelief.

Ye Ling grinned: "What do you think? Want this young lord to break your wings and roast them for a snack?"

Suddenly, a terrifying memory surfaced in the Thunder God's mind.

Thousands of years ago, an arrogant fellow literally broke off half of a twelve-winged angel's wings and grilled them in front of him to eat.

Nine Tribulation Immortal Emperor!

"Oh my god! Why is my life so hard, Immortal Emperor, I'm innocent!"

The Thunder God burst into loud sobs, his heart bleeding.