Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

When the Divine Staff fell, the Pope's strength drained from his body as if it had been completely sucked out, and he collapsed onto the ground, his complexion pale, devoid of the robust vitality he had just moments before.

Meanwhile, Ye Ling's expression was grave, as the seven Golden Cores within him spun wildly, as if roaring without words, and powerful surges of Spiritual Power coursed through him with abandon.

On his body surface, a vast golden glow emerged; this was the Extinction Golden Body manifesting at its ultimate limit, and inside him, the Nine Nether Emperor Technique was also furiously circulating.

This attack was the most terrifying one Ye Ling had faced in his lifetime, actually giving him a sense of imminent crisis.

"I am invincible, you old undead, your strike cannot harm me!"

With a boom, Ye Ling roared like a madman and then incredibly charged towards the descending Divine Staff, his slab striking ferociously.

At that moment, all Divine Skills were useless; Ye Ling could only rely on his unparalleled Spiritual Power and invincible defense to forcibly break through.

Buzzing, Ye Ling shot upwards, colliding with the Divine Staff that was ruthlessly crashing down. When the staff touched his body, violent sparks appeared on the surface of his body.

Ye Ling was pushed back continuously, and the Divine Staff was unremittingly suppressing him, bombarding him over and over, aiming to breach his defenses and obliterate him completely.

But Ye Ling stood firm like a resilient pine, teeth gritted, the slab in his hand slamming down viciously.

"Break for me!"

With a roar, a formidable Power of True Dragon burst from within Ye Ling's Golden Cores. This power was nearly invincible and incredibly strong.

The Godslayer Stone at this moment also shimmered with a dark luster, dazzling and brilliant. Ye Ling's peerless Spiritual Power and strength, imbuing the Godslayer Stone, almost transformed it.

Clang!

A grating clash rang out as the immense Divine Staff directly received a ferocious blow from Ye Ling; however, it only incurred a fine crack on its surface.

With a thud, the Divine Staff struck hard against Ye Ling's chest. The previously rampant Ye Ling's body shuddered, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes completely bloodshot.

He was injured; he had actually been harmed, with the Pope's terrifying strike breaching his defenses, causing blood to spray.

"Just a broken stick, break for me! Break! Break!"

With roars, Ye Ling completely lost himself in fury, pounding the Godslayer Stone onto the Divine Staff relentlessly, causing terrifying cracks to form on it.

Moreover, along with the fractures, dazzling divine splendor leaked from the staff—its very essence—that Ye Ling had managed to open, resulting in considerable loss.

In front of The Holy See's grand hall, the Pope who had fallen showed shocked eyes and muttered incessantly.

"This is impossible! This Divine Staff, formed by the Divine Power accumulated by The Holy See over centuries, is an invincible existence. How could it possibly be shattered!"

"Even a true Divine Spirit would pay a heavy price to destroy this staff; who the hell is this young man from Huaxia!"

This Divine Staff represented several centuries of Divine Power and belief from The Holy See, all condensed into this terrifying strike.

Ye Ling was not merely clashing with the Pope who had transcended Tribulations—it was a collision with the heritage of an entity unknown for how many years, against centuries of foundation.

Thump, another shock to Ye Ling's chest sent one more mouthful of blood spraying out—a golden, scorching, dazzling blood.

"Shatter for me! Shatter! I am the invincible one, undefeated in all the world!"

Ye Ling bellowed wildly, his eyeballs nearly bursting, the terrifying Golden Cores inside him roaring fiercely, as the horrifying Spiritual Power lingered incessantly within him.

Alice, trapped by Ye Ling's protective barrier, had tears in her eyes as she collapsed to the ground, wailing in grief, "No! Ye Ling! Don't do it!"

As she watched Ye Ling be ruthlessly attacked and cough up blood, Alice could no longer hold back and burst into agony.

Ye Ling, hovering in mid-air, heard Alice's crying, and his heart tightened, "Pope! You bastard, you actually made the woman I love cry! I will take your life!"

Boom!

A vast expanse of black smoke, filled with a profound killing intent as if drifting from the ancient past, completely enveloped Ye Ling.

"I told you, your lousy stick can't stop me, break for me!"

"I am the Nine Tribulation Immortal Emperor! My word is law, my decree stands!"

At this moment, Ye Ling's expression was grave, his body erupted in golden light, shrouded in black smoke; the interplay of golden light and black smoke set off Ye Ling's entire being as if he were a deity cultivating with demons.

Whoosh, Ye Ling exerted all his strength, and the Godslayer Stone in his hand burst out terrifying black light, fiercely slapping towards the Divine Staff smashing onto his chest.

Clang!

A sound that shook heaven and earth rang out, and the terrifying Divine Staff was instantly covered in horrific cracks like spider webs, like shattered glass.

"No! Impossible!" The Pope, sitting on the ground, bellowed, his eyes filled with terror.

However, as he saw countless divine powers spilling out from the Divine Staff, he knew, in this round, he had been defeated, utterly defeated.

"Nine Nether Emperor Technique, devour for me!"

Hum, just as the Divine Staff emanated boundless divine power, Ye Ling suddenly roared, triggering the Nine Nether Emperor Technique within him wildly, a horrifying suction force emerged beside him.

Whoosh whoosh, the massive divine power transformed by the Divine Staff was crazily absorbed by Ye Ling, becoming streams of terrifying power nourishing Ye Ling.

To realize, this Divine Staff contained the essence of The Holy See's hundred-year foundation; the power within it was so terrifying that it could probably rival that of a True Dragon's vein. Find your next adventure on empire

The Holy See relied on this very foundation of hundreds of years to create an invincible myth in this glorious era.

This time, Ye Ling absorbed all of these energies, the vast ocean-like divine power being crazily devoured by him.

Within him, the eighth Golden Core rapidly solidified into form, slowly turning; the shadowy outline of the ninth Golden Core also took shape, but the divine power had been completely exhausted by Ye Ling, insufficient for his breakthrough to the ninth Golden Core.

The breakthrough in realm made Ye Ling's momentum explode like a volcanic eruption, blasting furiously, waves of terrifying force released from within him.

Ye Ling, standing suspended in mid-air, had eyes glowing like gold, his body dazzling with golden light as if cloaked in invincible divine garments, his hair wildly dancing, the edges of his garment whipping in the wind.

"Pope! Now it's my turn!"

Having said that, Ye Ling stepped down, while the Pope in front of him closed his eyes in despair; however, suddenly, a terrifying vitality surged in his pupils.

"I have not been defeated, I still have the strength for one more battle, The Holy See will only lose if I die!"

The Pope roared, his visage was fierce, no longer resembling an invincible old man; this battle had pulled him down from the divine pedestal to the mortal world.

But Ye Ling sneered, the Pope was already finished, completely devoid of the strength for another battle, his death was certain!