Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Seeing that Ye Ling completely disregarded their warnings and threats, the soldiers were instantly enraged.

"Soldiers, open fire and kill him!" the leading soldier bellowed fiercely.

This was a secret experimental base in Mi Country, where the most advanced technologies in the world were present. No outsiders were allowed entry, not even allowed to get close.

Thus, Ye Ling's actions had struck a nerve with them. Since you dare to intrude, we will kill you without having to bear any responsibility.

Pop pop pop, bullets raged out from the guns on the scouting tower like roaring fire dragons.

Ye Ling's body suddenly accelerated, and countless bullets hit him without leaving even a white mark, just falling to the ground after striking him.

Ratatatata, the leader of the soldiers, gritting his teeth, grabbed a heavy machine gun and started firing wildly, the roaring bullets were deafening.

"Bastard! Die!" the leader cursed. "I knew you weren't ordinary, damn yellow-skinned person, taste our newly invented Demon Extinguishing Bullets!"

The leader frantically shot at Ye Ling, and the bullets that hit Ye Ling actually produced a huge impact force and a weak trace of Spiritual Power.

Ye Ling paused and clicked his tongue. So they even had these kinds of bullets. If it were a cultivator or a supernatural being in the Innate Realm, they couldn't withstand it.

However, it was futile. Ye Ling, who had cultivated to the fourth level of the Extinction Golden Body, had a defense that could be called invincible. Such a weak attack wouldn't even make him lose a single hair.

"What! This is impossible!" exclaimed the soldier leader in shock. "Quick, sound the alarm..." Could he be a devil?

But even a devil should be dead by now. Within this experimental base, there were too many inconceivable events. They had seen them all.

Vampires, werewolves, and even those with genetic mutations like the Hulk. Their bullets had a massive killing power against these creatures.

And just as the soldier leader was shouting, suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed his throat, and a feeling of powerlessness instantly spread throughout his body.

His body struggled violently, his face grew paler, his breathing rapid, unable to catch a breath.

"Save... save me!" The leader flailed with his hands, but the hand clutching his neck was like steel, utterly unyielding.

Crack, a clear sound of a bone breaking echoed, alarming all the soldiers, who then started firing their machine guns wildly at Ye Ling.

Ratatatata, bullets spraying out like a roaring fire dragon. But when the bullets roared forth, Ye Ling's figure had already silently disappeared from their view.

"What! Damn it, is he a ghost?"

"Impossible! Everyone on guard, he will show up again, otherwise..."

Boom, with a loud noise, the talking soldier fell to the ground, his head broken and bleeding profusely, lifeless.

Horror was still in his eyes, but it had been overtaken by an expanse of deathly gray.

The soldier had been struck on the head by Ye Ling with the Godslayer Stone. With no chance to resist, he was smacked to death instantly.

The Godslayer Stone was terrifying. Even a Golden Core Stage powerhouse couldn't withstand it for long, let alone an ordinary person. There wasn't even a sliver of a chance.

"What awaits you is death!" Ye Ling sneered coldly, holding a brick in hand, already beginning his killing spree among the crowd.

With every raise and drop of his hand, a brick took a life. Ye Ling was like the Grim Reaper, descending silently upon the living. Whoever he gazed upon died, his gaze deadlier than an evil eye that impregnates.

Within less than a minute, all the soldiers in the reconnaissance tower had died. Ye Ling's eyes were ice cold as he leapt into the air and jumped down directly.

At the moment he leaped down, alarms sounded through the sky, shrill and urgent.

In a flurry, troops armed to the teeth rushed out crazily, their expressions indifferent as they began a wild barrage of gunfire aimed at Ye Ling. The air was soon thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Ye Ling's figure flickered, ghost-like, as he rapidly dodged through the hail of bullets.

Thump, thump, thump, Ye Ling suddenly twisted his body and, like a wild beast, began to run crazily. The seven Golden Cores within him erupted violently, emitting waves of earth-shattering momentum from within his body.

Boom!

Ye Ling's aura surged like sea waves, lifting a huge swell that ferociously slammed the surrounding people to the ground, their bones shattered.

"You've got guts! An Innate with powers from Huaxia, are you challenging us, Mi Country?" Suddenly, a Foundation Establishment Level powerhouse charged crazily towards Ye Ling.

This powerhouse had a fierce expression, bellowing loudly, his body soaring through the air like a resplendent rainbow streaking towards Ye Ling.

Boom, the powerhouse made his move, a flame flickering slowly in the palm of his hand, dazzling to the eye, but in an instant, the flame in his palm exploded into a roaring inferno.

Whoosh, the flames soared, turning half the sky red, burning the heavens like fiery clouds. And this flame was charging crazily towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling's face remained ice-cold as he struck out with his left hand, sending a massive wave of air towards that terrible flame.

In a rush, the soaring flames as if meeting extinction, instantly shrank and disappeared. The originally terrifying fire was now gone without even a trace left behind.

"Delivering your own head to me? Come, face your demise!" Ye Ling roared, his toes sprang up, as he crazily charged towards the opposing Foundation Establishment Level powerhouse with the brick already raised high in his grasp.

The next moment, all the soldiers' eyes filled with terror, and as for the powerhouse facing Ye Ling, his body trembled violently, feeling as if a true Asura had descended from the heavens.

Smack, Ye Ling's right hand came down ferociously, and the black brick smashed into the face of the Foundation Establishment Level powerhouse.

Thud, thud, the powerhouse immediately fell to the ground, rolling to the wall like a ball, and then crashed headfirst through a wall.

Rumble and crash, the wall collapsed, dust billowing everywhere. The powerhouse struggled to lift his head from the debris, but with a throb at his chest, he spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

"You, still thinking of escaping?" Ye Ling looked at the soldiers in the courtyard and coldly smiled.

With a single point of his finger, whoosh, behind Ye Ling, a dense swarm of sword shadows roared into existence, each one like a deathly reaper.

"Thousand Swords Formation, annihilation unto all!"

Whoa, Ye Ling shouted loudly, as his fingers jabbed out with force, and the Thousand Swords Formation behind him lashed out in all directions at the soldiers.

"Oh no! The devil! God, come save us!"

"No! He is the devil, the devil reviled by thousands, save me!"

Countless soldiers instantly lost their will to resist, feeling like mere insects, easily ground to dust by the overwhelming sword array.

Whizz, whizz, whizz, the sword array activated, speeding crazily, slaughtering all the soldiers.

With a muffled grunt, a soldier's body shook. He looked down at his chest, pierced through and through, then collapsing lifelessly to the ground.