Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 775 - 784: The Curtain Falls (3 more)

A thousand-mile levee, destroyed in an instant.

When Ye Ling's terrifying power breached the defense of the "execution" character, the collapse became uncontrollable.

Boom, boom, boom.

Like thunder in spring, the fearsome "execution" character exploded, and Ye Ling's figure was sent flying, crashing hard to the ground.

"Ao woo!"

Suddenly, a miserable cry arose, and a pained expression appeared on that black giant face, as if the destruction of the "execution" character also affected its very being.

Ye Ling got up, looked at the fearsome, pained black giant face, wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, and gave a cold laugh.

To spill three drops of blood and dare to pull a divine spirit into hell was not just talk, but a causal divine skill.

There were powerful beings in the Immortal Realm who could annihilate the true form of an entity through its embodiment, terrifying and horrifying. Ye Ling's words and divine skill were almost as formidable.

Within the Heavenly Realm, a Golden Immortal level divine spirit roared in fury. On the surface of his body, undying flames ignited, burning his flesh madly.

With a bang, the black giant face collapsed and exploded. At the moment of the black giant face's explosion, Maharya's body also shook, and he spurted out a mouthful of fresh blood.

His complexion was haggard, and his body floating in mid-air began to sway, hardly able to stand, about to fall.

The great BOOS he summoned had collapsed, and with it, he had almost sustained mortal injuries. Of course, even if Ye Ling died, he would have to follow suit.

All his blood and vitality were sacrificed to the divine spirits, to the demons; there was no chance for him to survive.

With a thud, Maharya fell straight to the ground, and his limbs twitched slightly, showing he wanted to rise, but alas, he couldn't move an inch.

Under everyone's gaze, Ye Ling walked over to Maharya, looked down at the old man whose cheeks were even cracked.

"The tree desires tranquility, but the wind will not cease. Your end is of your own making, so death is your ultimate destiny."

Ye Ling shook his head, and his Primal Sword Embryo thrust suddenly, piercing through Maharya's chest. He widened his eyes, staring at the cold-eyed man from the east.

In his eyes, memories slowly emerged, a longing, a reminiscing.

From his youth, rising all the way to become one of the three great Western divine spirits, his years could almost forge a vast history.

In the years of a divine spirit, his vitality and life force gradually declined, until he became a crippled divine spirit, using his divine power even once would shorten his lifespan.

Until a few months ago, when Ye Ling attacked Divine Mountain, he could only take action, channeling the annihilating finger directly into Ye Ling's body.

If he was wrong, it was the error of choosing sides. Was he wrong? For defending the Divines Hall, did he err? For striking down invaders, did he err?

In the world of cultivators, there is no right or wrong. Strength decides everything. This world is even more unfair than the secular one, bleaker, more realistic.

"Am I wrong?"

Maharya opened his mouth wide, his voice very faint, hardly audible. This question was not for Ye Ling to answer, but a question he posed to himself.

Ye Ling, standing in front of him, shook his head: "You're not wrong. It's this world that's wrong."

Having spoken, Ye Ling turned around and walked away. Maharya felt a ray of light enshroud him, and under the cover of this light, his soul completely crumbled.

Maharya was dead, the only Divine Spirit in the Divines Hall was dead, and the sense of reality for the Hall Master of the Divines Hall completely collapsed.

This battle had been the result of a long-brewing conspiracy. The crippled Immortal of Xuantian Palace and the Lord of Xuantian Palace, the two strongest forces, had both been surreptitiously killed by him.

But now, merely because of the appearance of one person, the Divines Hall had actually come to the brink of a cliff.

"Why! Why! Why did you help Xuantian Palace!"

The Hall Master of the Divines Hall uttered three whys in succession. Ye Ling's gaze swept around, and Yuan Wufa and the others didn't dare to meet his eyes, even shrinking their necks repeatedly.

"Because I once swore to wash Divine Mountain in blood, all for that one finger from the dead Divine Spirit that ambushed me."

"Do you know, that one finger nearly extinguished all my hope, and me standing here right now is a miracle."

"Tell me, can I overlook a grudge that almost killed me, or do you think I should have the capacity to overlook such a thing?"

Ye Ling spoke slowly, his palm gently wiping the blood off of the Primal Sword Embryo, his gaze growing even more icy.

"Fine! Then I ask you, why didn't you take your anger out on Xuantian Palace, why!"

The Hall Master of the Divines Hall was nearly collapsing. You're targeting people, aren't you? Is it just because you're both forces from Huaxia, so you spared the force that once sought to execute you?

"The Lord of Xuantian Palace is already dead. If I were to destroy Xuantian Palace, it would be like squandering the heritage my people have accumulated over thousands of years in one stroke. Do you think I would do that?"

"Those who enter Huaxia will be executed without exception."

"Those who tread on my territory will be left as corpses across the land!"

Ye Ling spoke slowly, his Primal Sword Embryo slashing furiously, and the Hall Master of the Divines Hall seemed to see the most brilliant and also the last sword light in the world.

The moment the sword light passed under his neck, the Hall Master of the Divines Hall felt his life being carried away by the swing of Death's scythe, leaving not a trace behind.

With a thud, his body fell to the ground. Ye Ling's eyes quivered, and Xiao Hei, in the air with a terrifying body and emitting a dark luster, roared with all his might.

Crack, Dragon Might surged, dragon claws furiously stretched out, breaking the Binding of space, and directly shattered a hundred powerful beings.

Seeing this, Yuan Wufa and the others instantly joined the battlefield. The battlefield, which had just stopped for a few minutes, once again became a hell on earth.

Battered corpses and skeletons were everywhere, gruesomely beyond measure, but Ye Ling's eyes, from beginning to end, never changed. If you're not cruel, then what awaits you is the cruelty of others!

In the sky, thunder rumbled once more, and a torrential storm came upon them. The rain poured down on the earth, constantly washing away the terrifying scarlet blood.

The merciless slaughter continued fervently. Xiao Hei had stopped, leaving only the frenzied battle between the Divines Hall and Xuantian Palace.

Neither force would come out unscathed this time.

The Divines Hall was doomed to destruction, an outcome that no one could change.

As for Xuantian Palace, with the two great powers dead and the crippled Immortal gone, their foundation more than halved, they were on the verge of collapse.

Half an hour later, only the powerful beings of Xuantian Palace were left on the battlefield, each blood-stained, letting the rain wash over their faces as if the water could awaken them somewhat.