Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

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Thud, thud, thud, dull sounds echoed as columns of blood spurted into the air and bodies fell powerlessly to the ground.

The entire testing base had turned into a horrific Abi Hell, sending chills down the spine of anyone who beheld it.

And Ye Ling alone, armed only with a lance, charged into hell, killing everyone in such a way that left them trembling in fear.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, terrifying figures appeared in mid-air, their faces pale with fury upon seeing the gruesome scene and corpses below.

"Huaxia man! Are you trying to provoke a war between two nations? Do you not have any humanity?" A Foundation Establishment Late Stage powerhouse roared, his eyes filled with burning murderous intent.

"Huaxia boy, you're courting death!"

Boom, everyone took a step forward at the same time, an overwhelming aura pressing down fiercely toward Ye Ling.

Hum, like dark clouds covering the sky, in an instant, a resplendent golden radiance erupted from within Ye Ling, as the seven Golden Cores inside him unleashed their strongest spiritual power.

With the seven Golden Cores erupting and the Extinction Golden Body reinforced, a symphony of dragon's roars and tiger's howls emanated from within him, and the Nine Nether Emperor Technique was fully deployed. At this moment, Ye Ling unleashed all his strongest combat abilities since his reincarnation.

"I do not represent Huaxia, nor do you represent Mi Country!"

You should know that the things here originally belonged to our Huaxia, so there is nothing wrong with me taking them back."

"Those who block my path shall die!"

Boom, Ye Ling moved, with Godslayer Stone in one hand and sword fingers in the other, his presence was overwhelming.

"Huaxia boy, you are seeking your own death. The fury ignites the heavens, annihilating all the demons in the world!"

A Golden Core Early Stage powerhouse shouted, pointing with one hand as a streak of fire fell from the sky, carrying a terrible aura as it furiously bombarded Ye Ling.

Ye Ling suddenly looked up, his expression fierce: "Get lost!"

Crack, the terrifying stream of fire completely dispersed under Ye Ling's shout, a sight that made everyone gasp in shock, their eyes filled with horror.

"This is impossible! How can someone shatter my attack with just a word? My ability is invincible; this must be a dream!"

The ability user who released the stream of fire muttered to himself, his attacks had never failed before, where his fire went, everything turned to desolate extinction, nothing could withstand it.

However, today, Ye Ling's strength left him completely disoriented.

"You're thinking too much." Ye Ling's figure flashed, appearing beside him with fingers combined as a sword, lightly slashing, and a fierce and terrifying force of spiritual power shot out.

Whoosh, the head of this Golden Core Stage ability user flew off, blood spraying into the air, sending chills down one's spine.

A renowned powerhouse was effortlessly slain by Ye Ling like one would kill a dog, without the slightest struggle.

Meanwhile, the moment Ye Ling's aura erupted, all the powerhouses of the Western Continent were alarmed, looking towards the sky with somber expressions.

"Who is it, who has again brought forth a terrifying monster into the world? Is he unleashing his fury or showing off his strength?"

In the distant Holy See, an elderly man with white hair and beard stood before a dazzling golden chair, holding the Divine Staff and wearing a divine crown, mumbling to himself.

In another corner of the Western Continent, a wild-looking powerhouse suddenly emerged from a mountain cave, looking at the sky, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Isn't this age already the Age of the End of Dharma? Could it be that during the Age of the End of Dharma, prodigies will emerge in succession?"

Atop the icy glaciers, an old man was meditating, floating mid-air. Feeling the powerful and invincible aura of Ye Ling, he suddenly opened his eyes.

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"It seems that he is about to emerge, I must go and stop him." As his words fell, the elder quietly vanished above the glacier, with space itself slightly fluctuating.

All over the Western Continent, the psychic community was shocked by Ye Ling's aura, as terrifying old monsters emerged one after another, either rushing towards the place where Ye Ling's momentum originated or staring into the starry sky.

And in the Sterr estate, within that same mysterious study, Old Steward set down his book and stood up, his face full of surprise.

"The best era has arrived, my Sterr Family will once again lead the entire world, spreading the glory of the Sterr Family across the whole cosmos!"

Having said this, Old Steward entered the mysterious passage, his decrepit figure swallowed up amidst the roaring dragon cries.

Meanwhile, at the secret trial base, Ye Ling was covered in blood, with his left hand's fingers like a sword, Spiritual Power bursting forth, marking the passing of a life, like a withering flower losing all vitality.

In his right hand, he held the Godslayer Stone, terrifyingly powerful, truly embodying the phrase, "A scratch means injury, a touch means death."

Ye Ling, like an evil spirit crawling out of Nine Nether Hell, enveloped the entire trial base in his killing intent; no one dared to face him.

In midair, the four surviving Foundation Establishment Stage psychics, trembling with fear at the sight of Ye Ling covered in blood, faces pale.

"You devil, God will surely punish you!"

"You're not human, you're a demon! The glorious light of the Lord will certainly purify you!"

All four were shivering, constantly retreating; they had been scared witless by Ye Ling. None of the once high and mighty could withstand a single strike from him.

Every attack from Ye Ling claimed a life, his hands like a butcher's, stained with fresh blood.

"I'm sorry, your God cannot govern me, so this is where your lives come to an end!"

Whoosh, Ye Ling's figure flickered, shooting past the four like a beam of aurora, a gust of wind blowing as Ye Ling walked expressionlessly towards the laboratory of the trial base.

Up in the air, the four still stood suspended, their eyes widening as a horrifying gash suddenly split open in each of their chests.

Boom, columns of blood spurted out, creating an exotic flower in midair, bright and eerie.

Thump thump, the four fell to the ground, their eyes wide open even in death, unaccepting.

The trial base was littered with bodies, a thick aura of death pervading the skies for miles around, the stench of blood pungent.

Ye Ling approached a coded door, his fist smashing out fiercely, crackling with sparks of electricity, as the door was completely shattered by his blow.

This emaciated figure walked into the room, the same emaciated figure that had claimed nearly every life in the base.

In the distance, a pale-faced young man was flying frantically towards the secret trial base, his eyes filled with boundless rage.

"This is a challenge to my authority; whoever it is, must accept the punishment of death!"

One of Mi Country's Guardians, that age-old monster who still looked like a young man even after living for hundreds of years, was charging madly towards Ye Ling.

Inside the secret laboratory of the trial base, a dozen men in white coats were busy manning a myriad of instruments.

And at the center of the instruments was a white iron box, with lasers constantly sweeping across it.

"We have already deciphered the material of this mysterious box, we will soon be able to open it."

Everyone was incomparably excited, unaware that a god of death was about to arrive!