Young Master in Flower City

Now Yang Fan, previously had his hands severed, and now has lost a leg, truly he's in unbearable pain, how could he have ever imagined that as a dignified Martial Venerable, he'd end up in such a state?

The Southern King and Ling Xiao, upon seeing this, shivered even more violently; if they didn't collapse to the ground, it seemed like they knew that Yang Fan's current fate would be their own.

In another direction.

"Kill kill kill kill~"

A roar of killing shockwaves endlessly tremored through the mind; nearly twenty Martial Venerables swarmed toward all the members of the Great Ming Immortal Sect for slaughter, and as for those Martial Emperor-level powerhouses of the Great Ming Immortal Sect — bang bang bang~ each was crushed like ants, turning into clouds of blood mist, unable to escape at all.

"No... why is this happening? Where did these people come from? I'm unwilling... I'm so unwilling... to fall in such a small, insignificant country…" A Great Ming Immortal Sect powerhouse looked at the clouds of blood mist, shouting crazily.

Some even looked towards the pitiful Yang Fan and screamed, "Yang Fan, you bastard, you've doomed us, ah…"

Then there were screams, as the speaker was directly turned into a cloud of blood mist, nothing left of the body.

Those who died tragically were all powerful cultivators, none below Martial Emperor, yet tonight here, they could only wait for slaughter; this tragic scene caused countless hearts to sigh.

Martial Venerables like ants; Martial Emperors even less so than ants — what has happened to this world, where powerful Martial Venerables are exterminated with a mere gesture?

Seeing those figures charging to kill, Broken Blade's heart was similarly unsettled; he, Broken Blade, considered his talent unparalleled, few were his match in the same realm, yet now he found these strangely dressed mysterious powerhouses vastly surpassed him in strength.

In particular, the young man leading them, whom he couldn't discern the cultivation of — he wondered where these people came from, could it be that the projection of the Ming Emperor just now was indeed scared off by this youth? If so, how terrifying must this youth be?

In the Immortal Realm, how has such a terrifying existence never been heard of?

No matter where these people came from, Broken Blade understood one truth: today's battle here would inevitably attract the attention of the entire Immortal Realm, especially those lofty Great Emperors, who would surely begin a thorough investigation.

The reason is simple: you see, this mysterious force poses a complete threat to the interests of the Five Great Emperors.

Thinking of this, Broken Blade tapped his chest: "Oh my poor heart!"

Now, Di Tian and Di Yun were similarly dumbfounded. They felt that everything before them was too unreal; Immortal Venerables like ants, killed at will — how powerful must this mysterious force be?

And they seemed to have a mysterious master too; who is this master? What level of cultivation must they possess to lead such a force of Martial Venerables? More perplexingly, it seemed even the Ming Emperor wasn't regarded.

There is such a powerful organization in the Immortal Realm; how come it's never been heard of before?

Ye Qingcheng's expression similarly couldn't remain calm. Her cold and beautiful eyes gazed at the battlefield, her heart stunned, yet this also taught her the truth that there's always someone better and a higher heaven.

As for Xiao Tianyu, he looked calmly at all of this, seeming unsurprised by the outcome. Hardly surprising, since all these people were sent by him; how could he not know their strength?

Of course, if the people here knew that this mysterious force was just one of the contingents under Xiao Tianyu's command, they wouldn't know what to think.

"Kill kill kill..."

As the thunderous killing sounds echoed, more Martial Emperor powerhouses fell in the direction of the Great Ming Immortal Sect; even Martial Venerables had one fallen, but these members of the Great Ming Immortal Sect couldn't escape because the entire battlefield was enveloped by a terrifying aura of slaughter.

Pff pff pff~

Soon after, a Martial Venerable skilled in spear techniques harvested lives along the way, his strikes exceedingly swift, each stab piercing through the throat, blood continuously flowing.

It could be said that whenever his battle spear thrusts out, it never misses; where he walks, bodies lie, and quickly, several Martial Emperor-level powerhouses fall under his spear.

A moment later, dozens of Martial Emperors from the Great Ming Immortal Sect had all perished, blood flowing in rivers, an unbearable sight; even besides Yang Fan, a Martial Venerable fell, leaving only two Martial Venerables for the Great Ming Immortal Sect.

"Ah…" A white-haired Martial Venerable roared: "Even if I die, I won't let you have your way!"

With the words, his body started to swell crazily like a balloon, clearly gathering a destructive True Essence inside — he was attempting to self-detonate.

"Trying to self-detonate, do you have the chance?" A middle-aged man in a suit sneered with contempt, then reached out to grasp the white-haired Martial Venerable, his hand loomed over Ling Tian, directly enshrouding the Martial Venerable.

Boom~

Next, as the hand squeezed, the white-haired Martial Venerable's body completely turned into a cloud of blood mist, with no remains; self-detonation was impossible.

Another Martial Venerable fell — how terrifying.

Everyone watched the battlefield, unable to remain calm; even a Martial Venerable wanting to self-detonate, taking lives with him, had no chance, instantly being slain.

Strong Martial Venerables?

Yet in this battle, they were as ants, crushed one by one; so, the Great Ming Immortal Sect now had only one remaining Martial Venerable.

In another direction.

Seeing this, Yang Fan's heart brimming with fear grew stronger. He couldn't believe all of this was real; secretly he dispatched so many powerhouses of the Great Ming Immortal Sect, only to dig their graves.

Moreover, having lost both arms and a leg, he was undoubtedly a wreck.

He shouted, "Kill me... kill me..."

The voice violently shook hearts, yet Cangye Emperor remained unmoved — would he let such a vile person die easily?

Clang~

Suddenly, Cangye Emperor swung his hand down, knife gleaming, and slashed off Yang Fan's last remaining leg, causing his anguished screams to echo endlessly into the void.

Now Yang Fan was completely reduced to a human stump, exceedingly pitiful, unbearable to behold.

Yang Fan struggled briefly before Cangye Emperor decapitated him with a slash.

"Southern King!" After Yang Fan's death, Cangye Emperor turned his gaze, shouting at the Southern King: "Your turn!"

His voice seemed to come from hell, making the Southern King retreat continuously, the despair in his eyes unmistakable; compared to Yang Fan, he was even more detestable. Would Cangye Emperor let him go easily? And then there's Ling Xiao.

Thump thump~

Cangye Emperor's footsteps approached the Southern King step by step, eyes full of hatred Ling Tian.

Plop~

Unable to withstand Cangye Emperor's sharp gaze, the Southern King's knees suddenly hit the ground, speaking: "Give me quick death!"

"Giving quick death, is that possible?" Cangye Emperor sneered coldly, continuing his steps forward, and knowing it's hopeless, the Southern King immediately aimed a palm at his own forehead.

"Think you can commit suicide so easily?" Cangye Emperor shouted, raising his hand toward the Southern King, crunch~ instantly snapping one of his arms.

Beside them, Ling Xiao's face turned pale and unpleasant, panic consuming him.