Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

The sword light, like starlight, was so beautiful that even the frenzied man across from him quieted down, staring blankly at the sword slashing toward him.

One Sword to Transcend, an absolute killer move, but also an absolute Spiritual Power consumer. This one strike had virtually drained the Spiritual Power from Ye Ling's two Divine Infants, instantly sapping them dry.

Immediately after, the desiccated Divine Infants spun crazily, devouring the Spiritual Power between heaven and earth, frantically replenishing themselves.

Whoosh, Ye Ling's body swept past, flying by the obsessed warrior beside him, holding his sword and standing tall. The warrior, still standing there stunned, let out a wan smile before crashing to the ground with a thunderous sound.

Dead, completely dead. With one sword strike, Ye Ling had taken advantage of the attacking palm from behind to kill an unimaginably terrifying being with the force of a thunderbolt.

Bang, the body of the fallen warrior exploded, and his Divine Infant flew out, trying to escape. Ye Ling grabbed it in one swift motion and used the Nine Nether Emperor Technique to devour it.

Gurgle gurgle, sounding like drinking water, rang out inside Ye Ling's body. His two great Divine Infants had returned to their replenished state, though not perfectly so.

Dumbstruck, the fellow who had just attempted a sneak attack on Ye Ling couldn't believe it. Could the death of his comrade be considered indirectly caused by him? It was damn hard to figure out.

If I strike you with a palm, just take it. Why on earth would you run like a rocket, using my power? Who could possibly catch you then?

"You bastard! How dare you counterattack? Do you realize the magnitude of the sin you've committed?"

The goateed strongman roared in a low voice, while Ye Ling wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth and replied with a cold laugh, "What? Am I supposed to just stretch out my neck and wait for you to kill me?"

"Then let's have a good fight to the death, and let fate decide who lives and who dies!"

Whoosh, Ye Ling's toe tapped the ground, and his body shot toward the goateed strongman like a whirlwind. The goateed man's face turned an iron blue as he silently produced two enormous golden hammers in his hands, shimmering with a chilling light.

Boom, the goateed man made his move. The two gigantic golden hammers slammed down in a frenzy, aiming right at Ye Ling's Primal Sword Embryo.

Clang, Ye Ling staggered backward, his Primal Sword Embryo bent by the blow. It straightened and repaired itself instantly, though.

As for the goateed man, he was still standing in place, wearing a fierce and sinister smile. But the moment he looked down, the smile froze on his face as he noticed the terrifying cracks that had formed on his hammers!

"Damn you! I'll slaughter you!"

The goateed man was fury incarnate. His hammers were his treasures, comparable to a genuine Immortal Artifact, and now they were shattered!

How could he not be in panic? Even at the Xuantian Palace, his weapons were of the highest quality, invincible in the past. Yet today, instead of smashing his opponent's weapon, it was his own that had cracked.

The goateed man's rage made him seem even more peculiar, his relatively skinny figure wielding two giant hammers, a ridiculous mismatch.

Thump thump, the goateed man leaped high, then one arm came smashing down crazily. The golden hammer in his hand roared toward Ye Ling like the front of a train, carrying an unfathomable impact.

Ye Ling's heart skipped a beat. This guy's strength was truly fearsome, even he felt a tremor. But it wasn't necessarily a lost cause.

Thump thump, Ye Ling retreated, his Primal Sword Embryo quietly stowed away, replaced by the Godslayer Stone, a dark and unassuming brick now in his hand.

"Get out of my way!"

Ye Ling suddenly shouted, and on the black brick in his hand flowed a trace of black, radiating a demonic aura that shook one's soul.

Whoosh, his arm swung straight, the brick striking furiously onto the golden hammer flying toward him. It might not have looked like much, but it carried a fierce whistling wind, and it smashed right onto the incoming hammer.

With a clang, the hammer fell to the ground, creating a large pit. What caused one's heart to skip was the fact, there was actually a hole in the hammer.

Black smoke billowed from the hole, and the surroundings were shattered, like a spider's web. Across from him, the goat-bearded man was stunned, staring at his treasure, now reduced to a pile of scrap metal, his heart bleeding.

Ye Ling gasped heavily, and with a ferocious smile, he looked at the goat-bearded man, "Old thing, come and meet your death!"

The goat-bearded man frowned. With his status, even in the Xuantian Palace, there were few people who dared to shout at him. Yet now, he had been cursed by a junior; how could he not be angry.

"Bastard! Boy, I will crush your bones into dust, and then refine the marrow from your bones into oil, to burn eternally in front of me in penitence!"

The goat-bearded man tossed away another huge hammer he held, and slowly walked towards Ye Ling, his face somewhat gloomy, yet inducing a tinge of fear in Ye Ling.

Yes, fear, an unprecedented fear. The previous Ye Ling had never known what fear was, even when besieged by eight powerhouses.

But now, he was truly afraid, a fear emanating from the very depths of his soul, a physiological reaction.

With a whoosh, the goat-bearded man slowly advanced, his arm suddenly raised, and the half-sky subtly darkened, while the sky above displayed a series of dazzling stars.

No, not stars - it was a crescent moon, gleaming brightly, emitting an ominous and overwhelming aura.

"Moonfall upon the Nine Heavens, annihilate all beings!"

With a roar, as the goat-bearded man's words fell, a dreadful aura began to burn wildly within him. His terrifying cultivation from the late stage of the Divine Infant was completely ignited.

Yes, ignited, not so-called display of power, which meant, his spiritual power was disappearing at a terrifying rate, being drained completely.

As a consequence, the nine crescent moons in the sky suddenly moved; the first crescent moon plummeted.

In the half-sky, the falling crescent moon traced a brightly lit path, seeming fantastical in its beauty but also filled with boundless killing intent.

Ye Ling's forehead creased, and the Primal Sword Embryo reappeared in his hand; he leapt up, like a firefly, utterly incomparable to the terrifying falling crescent moon.

As a moth dashes into the flame, Ye Ling's charge seemed impractical and foolish.

Whoosh, whoosh; the sword light twirled, and a splendid sword flower slowly came into being, signifying the endless light of slaughter.

"Kill! Sword annihilates heaven and earth!"

Boom!

In an instant, they collided, and the dazzling crescent moon instantly lost all its luster, becoming dim.

Mid-air, Ye Ling's figure flashed through the center of the crescent moon, hanging in mid-air, cutting the entire crescent moon in half.

"Moonfall upon the Nine Heavens, annihilate!"

The goat-bearded man shouted again, and immediately, the second crescent moon plummeted down crazily, smashing viciously towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling's eyes shuddered; this second attack was actually stronger than the first!