Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Ye Ling, expressionless, held a powerful member of the Dark Council, his piercing gaze sweeping over the crowd.

Warriors who met Ye Ling's eyes involuntarily stepped back. This bastard was too strong. Even a strongman of the Dark Council couldn't withstand a single move from him.

"A weak fool shrill as a reptile dares to shout in front of me. Do you really think I'm good-tempered?" Ye Ling sneered coldly.

The Nine Nether Emperor Technique kept casting forth, the pure spiritual power within the Dark Council's strongman being devoured like by a black hole, surging into Ye Ling's body.

In just an instant, Ye Ling's cultivation broke through to the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage, his strength growing even more powerful and unfathomable.

It was indeed tragic for this member of the Dark Council. He was strong, invincible in the mundane world, but his cultivation was barely at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, not even stable yet.

And who was Ye Ling? The Nine Tribulation Immortal Emperor reborn, his experience, divine skills, and combat techniques were incomparably formidable. It wasn't just early-stage warriors; even those at the middle or late stages couldn't defeat him.

Moreover, his arrogance led the Dark Council's strongman straight into a trap; Ye Ling caught him completely off guard, giving him no chance to react.

"You're a devil! My power! How can my power be disappearing!" The struggling Dark Council warrior suspended in midair was filled with horror.

The power in his body was being sucked away by a formidable magic force, but that power was the fruit of his life's cultivation.

Ye Ling scoffed, "A bunch of good-for-nothing losers who really think they are invincible heroes. Whoever dares to covet the Divine Dragon of Huaxia, I will directly slaughter them. I mean what I say, and he," Ye Ling pointed, "is the example!"

As he spoke, Ye Ling's hand clenched fiercely, and a power mighty beyond compare enveloped the Dark Council's strongman who had lost all his cultivation.

"No!" The Dark Council strongman shouted in horror, seemingly realizing his fate; pitiful and pathetic, he was the chicken to be slaughtered as a warning to the monkeys.

Ye Ling's expression remained indifferent, "Your arrogance, you can't change your fate—that's why you must die. This is to tell you, don't be pretentious, or you'll invite calamity!"

Bang, a thunderous sound echoed as the warrior's body was blasted to pieces by Ye Ling's power, falling to the ground, while other members of the Dark Council clenched their teeth in anger yet didn't dare to step forward.

In the Dark Council, there was an even stronger presence, but he too held himself back. He wasn't sure he could defeat Ye Ling, so he needed to strike when the chaos erupted unexpectedly. After all, Ye Ling alone, couldn't possibly deter everyone drawn by a treasure.

But just at this moment, Li Tianhao's face suddenly changed, "Ye Ling! Come back! Quick!"

Ye Ling was stunned, his toes pointed as he immediately rushed downward. As he steadied himself, everyone's eyes widened, witnessing a shocking scene above.

A vast hand emerged slowly, the lines on the palm clear, strands of terrifying spiritual power intertwining and pulsing between the fingers. The giant hand carried an aura of vast antiquity, as if it were a strike from a Heavenly Divine.

Whoosh, the giant hand reached the side of the Divine Dragon, grasped it tightly, then gently tossed it. The Divine Dragon was smashed into the ground and then mysteriously vanished.

Ye Ling was shocked, power, terrifying power. It undoubtedly belonged to an Immortal, a presence he was all too familiar with. But how could this be possible? Why would an Immortal suddenly appear, especially for just a dragon vein?

Thud, thud, thud. In the instant the Divine Dragon disappeared, the ground where the dragon had been smashed suddenly opened up, creating a deep, bottomless pit, and everyone gathered around, astonished.

"Look, there's light!" Suddenly, a warrior exclaimed joyfully.

The others quickly looked, and from deep within the bottomless pit, a faint light was shining through, tinged with a hint of green and pulsing slowly.

"What should we do? Shall we go in?" a powerful figure from The Holy See respectfully asked the Four Great Protectors.

The Four Great Protectors looked towards the Saintess, it was clear she held the decisive role.

"Using the words of the Huaxia, 'How can one capture tiger cubs without entering the tiger's lair?' Let's go!" the Saintess said after some contemplation, gritting her teeth.

The people from The Holy See nodded, their vast Spiritual Power roaring forth as they surrounded the Saintess in the center and then flew straight into the cave.

Seeing this, the other powerhouses thought they shouldn't wait any longer; if people from The Holy See had descended, they should follow suit.

One after another, figures unleashed their Spiritual Power fully to protect themselves and then rushed down, leaving only the local strong ones from Huaxia still watching carefully.

They were watching Ye Ling since he was now the strongest among this group, and his every move was critical.

"Let's go! But everyone, be careful. This place isn't safe. It's best to travel in groups so we can look out for each other!" Ye Ling also said, reasoning that since they were here, there was no excuse not to go down.

Besides, he had braved the Nine Nether Hell and the verdant abyss of the underworld; what could a mere large pit amount to? At worst, it was just a cave where an Immortal sat and transformed—nothing out of the ordinary for him.

Everyone nodded, but Shenfeng still left a few people behind to watch over the injured foreigners, fearing they might harbor evil intentions. One can never be too careful.

Ye Ling and others also charged down, and all the forces descended, all due to the greed in their hearts.

It was a very narrow path that could only fit one person. On both sides of the path were ancient bronze lamps with flames still flickering inside, gently swaying but never extinguished.

"Everyone, be cautious, there's something strange here," Hei Tu, who had been silent, said in a deep voice.

These lamps weren't ordinary; they were eternal lamps, of significant renown, serving as guides for departed souls. Practitioners of theivery, like them, were most wary of such lamps.

Everyone proceeded with great care, slowly walking along this lengthy path.

Suddenly, a cry of alarm sounded from ahead, horrifically urgent. All were startled, and then they saw, not far off, the people from The Holy See who had gone ahead, with faces filled with terror, some of them pierced by arrows exuding black vapors of death.

"Deathly Arrows! This place isn't simple! Everyone, be extremely careful. These arrows are terrifying. Once they penetrate the body, Spiritual Power can't negate the deathly aura on them; one would be lucky to escape with their life, if not maimed!" Baiyun also said gravely.

All nodded, becoming much more cautious in their hearts.

However, the short path was, for the time being, without incident, and only The Holy See suffered some losses, which were still acceptable.

When the group emerged from the narrow path, they were thoroughly shocked by the scene before them.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

In front of them were stairs reaching so high their tops were out of sight, only three meters wide, with endless voids on both sides, plunging into the depths below.

The stairs were made of large slabs of bluestone, and on either side of the stairs, there were eight massive chains extending into the mysterious and shadowy half-space above, seemingly pulled by something.

"The Eight Immortals Dragon Trapping Formation!"

Li Tianhao exclaimed upon seeing everything before him!