Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Ye Ling's expression was ferocious as the black brick in his hand flickered with a faint black glow, making the Caucasian fighter tremble all over.

"Would you believe me if I said I got lost?"

The Caucasian fighter looked at the Black fighter still twitching on the ground, feeling a chill in his heart. This bastard was an absolute freak; didn't he see how his abandoned companion had been beaten like a dog?

Ye Ling sneered coldly as he slowly approached, "Do you think I would believe that? And if I said I was lost too, would you believe me?"

"I believe!" The Caucasian fighter's face was ashen. Damn it, who the hell would believe that?

"To meet is fate, so don't reject the wonderful destiny between us. Come on, taste the black brick in my hand; it's quite delightful."

Ye Ling let out a chilling sneer as the Caucasian fighter's legs trembled. After being unrivaled for so many years, when had he ever faced such a tragic end? It seemed he was doomed to escape this fate.

"Before I die, could you give me a chance to say a word?" The Caucasian fighter took a deep breath, steadying his spirit.

Ye Ling glanced at the Saintess, whose situation was gradually deteriorating, and shook his head, "Sorry, but that bastard is about to kill my woman; I don't have time to dawdle with you."

"Who dares to touch the companion of the great and noble lord? I'll slaughter him first!"

With those words, the enraged Caucasian fighter charged towards another part of the battle circle, leaving Ye Ling stunned; this guy's desire to perform was quite strong.

Unfortunately for him, as the Caucasian fighter approached Ye Ling and cast a smiling glance, a massive black brick viciously swung towards him.

With a bang, a black brick struck him to the ground. The Caucasian fighter felt as if he had hit a mountain of iron; too hard indeed. His head seemed like tofu, completely incapable of withstanding the impact with the black brick.

"You love to perform? I'll let you perform! Perform!" Ye Ling gritted his teeth and kept pounding with the brick.

The Caucasian fighter wailed on the ground, "My lord! Stop, I'm one of us; I haven't betrayed the organization. I'm not acting; this is a real outpouring of emotions!"

As the black brick ruthlessly smashed down, the Caucasian fighter howled in misery, utterly unable to fight back. With stars and birds swirling before his eyes, he felt dizzy and was about to lose consciousness.

"You want to show genuine emotions? You think you're an Oscar-winning actor? Just thinking of the Oscars enrages me. Why can't we Huaxia people get an Oscar? Are you discriminating against us?" Ye Ling didn't stop his assault.

Left hand, right hand, quick motions repeat; left hand, right hand, the routine is heavy.

As he was pummeled with the brick, the shivering Caucasian fighter pleaded, "My lord! Give me a chance; once I get out, I will skin those bastards, and all the Oscars will belong to the great Huaxia people!"

"Whoever rebels, I'll risk my life fighting them! Please give me a chance!" The Caucasian fighter yelled, begging for the beating to stop, or he would indeed be done for.

Ye Ling paused, took a deep breath, and helped the Caucasian fighter to his feet, "How about this: I'll give you a chance. Go kill your companion, the one fighting the Saintess, and I'll let you go. How does that sound?"

"You can count on me, sir! I promise to complete the mission! Believe me!"

The Caucasian fighter nodded, biting down hard. He had to execute this task perfectly; he had to survive. This horrible bastard had already killed four people.

Staggering with difficulty, the Caucasian fighter walked as if traversing snowy mountains and grasslands, his expression extremely serious.

Suddenly, the Caucasian fighter felt a sharp pain in the back of his head as his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, with bright red blood pouring out from the back of his head and seeping into the earth.

Ye Ling stood at the back, spitting: "I almost believed what you said, buddy. If our movies weren't such garbage, I might have actually let you go."

If the Caucasian strong man were still alive, he'd definitely be lamenting his fate. To think he would die at the hands of the "excellent" reputation of Huaxia films was indeed an irony.

After taking down everyone, Ye Ling sniffed and made his way towards where the Saintess was fighting.

"Hey, old man, prepare to die!"

Ye Ling roared. The strong man who was fighting not far from the Saintess trembled in response, slowly turned his head toward Ye Ling, and glanced at his pitiful companions lying on the ground.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Big brother, you're too excited. I was just playing around with the Saintess; the great Holy See forever showers us with its holy glory. How could I be enemies with the Saintess?"

"I will always support the friendly relations between the Holy See and our organization. So, you see, you misunderstood, haha. How could I possibly be with those bastards?"

The only remaining strong man wore a fawning smile, as Ye Ling snorted coldly and continued to approach him, while the Saintess, her jacket completely torn and her hair disheveled, wore a furious expression.

"You, full of hot air, get the hell away from me!"

Boom! The Saintess swung her Divine Staff, heavily smashing it onto the strong man's head. With a thud, the strong man fell to the ground.

"Stop, stop! I surrender! You can't mistreat prisoners of war!" the strong man yelled, raising his hands, fear in his eyes.

The approaching Ye Ling was too terrifying. That jerk was an unreasonable freak, strong to the point of defying all logic. He simply couldn't be beaten.

Moreover, in this bizarre black forest, with their Spiritual Power sealed and gravity intensified, even escaping was a luxury.

And even worse was the black brick in Ye Ling's hands, which was ridiculously hard. Being hit on the head with it felt like crashing into a mountain, causing dizziness and swelling. One brick was enough to destroy his fighting capability, let alone continue the battle.

"Believe me, I'm very sincere. You can't doubt a prisoner's declaration of defeat!" The man, still bleeding from his head, blinked, looking very sincere.

Ye Ling sneered: "If I believed you, I'd be an idiot. If the Saintess believed you, she'd be an idiot wife!"

Crack! The Saintess gritted her teeth and hit the strong man on the head again with the Divine Staff, her face livid: "Who's your wife! Don't be so shameless!"

"Ah! I'm saving you here, that's a huge favor. What's wrong with repaying me with your body? Doesn't saving a life deserve a spring-like recompense? You ungrateful woman!"

Ye Ling shouted angrily, walking over to the strong man and smacking another brick on his head.

"Who are you talking about! I will definitely repay your life-saving kindness in the future, but I absolutely will not let you tarnish my innocence!"

The Saintess retorted, fiercely hitting the prisoner on the head with her Divine Staff. The strong prisoner fell to the ground, seeing stars twirling in his eyes.

"The gratitude for saving a life can only be repaid by becoming my wife! You're too infuriating, I can hardly hold back any longer!"

Ye Ling, grinding his teeth, swung the black brick in his hand, venting his anger on the body of the strong man.

The strong man lying on the ground raised his hands in a tragically heroic stance: "Big brother, big sister-in-law, can you two throw your tantrums without dragging me into it?"