Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

The Pope charged toward Douglas with a fury, the Great Sword of Light in his hand chopping down violently.

With a whoosh, a terrible sword light, like a thunderbolt, furiously charged toward Douglas, ripping and fracturing the very space it passed through with its fearsome Sword Qi.

Douglas's face was grave, yet he sneered, believing that even a powerful weapon would ultimately fail before absolute strength.

"Destruction of all beings, eternal darkness!"

Boom, Douglas moved, thrusting his outstretched longsword as he charged at the Pope.

Whoosh whoosh, terrifying streams of black mist appeared around Douglas's body, the swirling black fog corroding the space around him and emitting green smoke.

The two collided like cannonballs, crazily smashing into each other, causing a deafening explosion that roared from their center.

Splurt, Douglas's body shuddered, and he spewed a mouthful of fresh blood; the longsword in his hand instantly shattered.

"The Immortal Artifact is too powerful; the Spiritual Artifacts of Earth stand no chance against it." Ye Ling shook his head; the outcome of this battle was already decided.

The Pope's eyes glowed like candle flames, and in the next moment, his body flashed violently, transforming into a streak of light that darted past Douglas.

Crack, a fine red line appeared on Douglas's neck, tiny and faint.

But in the next instant, his head soared off, blood furiously spraying, the fearsome Douglas's headless body trembled slightly before collapsing powerlessly to the ground.

Just then, Ye Ling suddenly moved, his body flashing as he flew into mid-air, his hand reaching out and fiercely grasping the Dark Divine Spirit that was in mid-air.

Vast power surged quietly within the Dark Divine Spirit, terribly horrifying. Ye Ling felt this terrifying aura and was overwhelmed with joy; it was a massive boon for him.

The show was over, and naturally, Ye Ling intended to reclaim what was his. It wouldn't do to leave it unattended; that would be wrong.

The Pope, like a War God descending to the mortal world, glared intensely at Ye Ling with eyes flickering like candlelight. Seeing this, Ye Ling was startled, then burst into hearty laughter.

Below, the great battle had ended, all the powerful members of the Dark Council, annihilated!

And the Army Commander of the Holy See's expeditionary force perished, martyred for the Holy See, with only two of the five red-robed Archbishops remaining, both gravely injured.

Out of the more than twenty red-robed bishops, only six survived; the rest were dead.

Outside the Holy See, the landscape was strewn with corpses, telling the tale of the earth-shattering events that had just taken place. By dawn, when the news spread throughout the entire world of the extraordinary, it would have an immense impact.

Out of the more than ten thousand soldiers of the Holy See's expeditionary force, only a few hundred remained; the rest fell in battle. And the result of the price they paid was the complete annihilation of the invading foe.

With this battle, the Dark Council had totally plummeted from the ranks of titanic powers, fallen from their sanctum, and it might take countless years of hiding before they could once again reach their pinnacle.

Inside the Holy See, the Pope, watching Ye Ling's frenzied laughter, asked indifferently, "The Dark Divine Spirit, shouldn't you hand it over?"

"Old man, do you think just because you got hold of a broken Immortal Artifact, you can yell at me?"

"I think I've given you an inch, and you've taken a mile!"

Ye Ling sneered, this guy, the Pope, really had no idea what was coming for him. If it wasn't for Ye Ling saving his life just now, would he still be alive?

Whoosh, Ye Ling's body vibrated as he held the Godslayer Stone and charged crazily toward the Pope, raising the Godslayer Stone high before violently slamming it toward the Pope.

The Pope sneered, the Divine Artifact in his hand, also known as an Immortal Artifact in the Immortal Realm, was an absolutely invincible existence on Earth.

With a swish, the Pope slashed fiercely at Ye Ling, and a terrifying Sword Qi crazily erupted from the tip of the sword named 'Radiance of the Great Light.'

Humming, the Sword Qi was overwhelming, but Ye Ling just sneered. 'Worthless Immortal Artifact, in this lord's eyes, it's nothing but trash. How could it ever hurt me?'

With a smack, Ye Ling slapped down with the Godslayer Stone in his hand, the ominously black stone harshly slammed onto the terrifying Sword Qi, instantly causing a grating sound like clashing iron.

Humming, the Sword Qi violently trembled, and in the next moment, under the Pope's stunned gaze, it was demolished by Ye Ling's slap.

Then, without stopping, Ye Ling's body charged forward like thunder, moving directly in front of the Pope, his Godslayer Stone hammering down frantically.

Clang, the Godslayer Stone directly struck the longsword that the Pope was holding backwards. After the hit, Ye Ling sneered, his eyes cold and indifferent as he looked at the Pope opposite him.

The Pope, standing in the air, incredulously looked at his longsword named 'Radiance of the Great Light,' and then fear started to swell in his eyes, his frightened heart pounding.

Crackling and whoosh!

The 'Radiance of the Great Light,' the very longsword that had just easily slain Douglas, a Divine Spirit-granted Immortal Artifact, was utterly destroyed by Ye Ling's stone with a smack.

Bright light scattered in every direction, the sparkling points shining brightly before slowly fading away, and the terrifying divine might silently vanished at that moment.
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"Old fart! I spared your life just now and even saved you, but it seems you're truly courting death! Did I give you too much face? Do you really think you're that powerful?"

Ye Ling roared coldly, his Godslayer Stone furiously greeting the Pope.

The Pope's expression changed drastically, his arms shot up in an instant, trying to block the strike, but when the Godslayer Stone made contact with the Pope's arms, he finally understood something.

When stone meets porcelain, it is only the porcelain that breaks.

Crack, with that hit, the Pope's arms were completely shattered, with severe pain instantly permeating his body. He clenched his teeth in agony but couldn't utter a word.

Thud, Ye Ling struck again, smacking the Pope on the head. In an instant, the Pope felt the world spinning, stars flashing before his eyes.

His body went limp, and he fell from the sky, crashing to the ground heavily, his consciousness already beginning to blur.

"Heretic! How dare you!" The few surviving Archbishops and Bishops in red robes shouted furiously.

Ye Ling turned around, his eyes flaring, the terrifying aura inside his body erupting violently, and the dreadful shockwave spread out from his body like ripples.

"You're nothing but worms; this isn't the place for you to speak."

Ye Ling shouted, and when the shockwave reached those yelling, they were stunned to find themselves being swept up into the air by it.

"Old thing! Do you really think I'm a vegetarian? That I wouldn't dare to kill you?"

Ye Ling crouched down, raining several slaps on the Pope's face. The Pope was instantly jolted back to consciousness, his expression twisted—this was absolute humiliation.

On the entire Earth, there was no one who had dared to strike the Pope's face like this—it was unprecedented!

"I said it! Provoke me again, and I will slaughter you!" Ye Ling sneered viciously, his Godslayer Stone harshly smacking towards the Pope.

Boom, the terrible shockwave had already made the Pope's hair dance about, his facial muscles trembling.