Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City Chapter 202 201 Unleashing My Wrath!

Ye Ling, who was kneading the Saintess, gritted his teeth in pain from the slap delivered by Han Qingxin. Then, he viciously turned his head; however, he instantly switched to a full-faced smile after recognizing her.

"What's up, wifey?" Ye Ling said with an ingratiating smile.

Han Qingxin's face imdiately flushed with embarrassnt, "Scram! Who's your wife!"

"You are, my dear, you're the one I've chosen," Ye Ling grinned, revealing his teeth. The relationship between him and Han Qingxin was still quite elusive; indeed, both had that certain interest in each other but had yet to co clean about it.

"Stop babbling nonsense here! Tell , why are you flirting with other won in front of !" Han Qingxin gritted her teeth and yelled angrily.

Ye Ling was taken aback for a mont, "Yo, are you jealous? Rest assured, darling, I was just teaching her a lesson. How could I flirt with other won in front of you? I wouldn't dare even if you lend the courage."

"What about Liu Qiao'er?" Han Qingxin retorted.

Ye Ling abruptly fell silent, only able to offer a dry laugh without a word coming out. Bullshit, when a woman asks such questions, it's best to stay silent, or else you won't know how you die.

"Let go right now! You shaless scoundrel, otherwise, I'll definitely kill you!" The Saintess's face turned even redder, having been touched in that intimate spot right in front of her boyfriend's significant other—how could she still face the world.

Yet, Ye Ling laughed heartily, "As I said, just utter the sentence I told you just now, and I'll let you go imdiately!"

"Ye Ling!" Han Qingxin gritted her teeth, her complexion darkening.

But Ye Ling's expression changed to a stern one, "Your man is handling serious business. Stand aside. Is our family discipline too lax, or what!"

Han Qingxin was dumbfounded, yet noticing Ye Ling blinking rapidly, she reluctantly stepped aside, biting her teeth. This good-for-nothing still cared about saving face even now.

Shenfeng was dumbstruck. Just how many won did this rascal have? His own silly cousin had a whole enhanced platoon of suitors, yet how could she fall for such a playboy?

But if Shenfeng were a woman, maybe he would like him too?

Ptui, ptui, ptui, what am I even thinking about? It's as far-fetched as the Arabian Nights. Ugh, ptui.

"Release the Saintess now, or else I won't be polite!" A blond man standing nearby stepped forward, holding a rapier, his expression icy cold.

Ye Ling looked over at the man who spoke but, after all, he was just a peak Houtian practitioner. How dare he put on such airs?

"Is it your turn to speak? Get lost!" Ye Ling cursed.

The blond man gritted his teeth, pointed his toe at the ground, and with a sudden thrust, his whole body seed to transform into a gust of wind, his figure vanishing, leaving only the shadow of his rapier stabbing out incessantly.

"Gray's comprehension of the wind's intent has improved again, huh? It seems he is not far from the Innate Realm."

"Indeed, as the proud son of the wind, his speed is so fast that even so Innate experts can't catch his attacks. He might beco one of the supre fighters in the future."

One after another, the experts from foreign powers around were exclaiming in admiration. The man standing up for the Saintess was a favorite of the wind elent, with incredible speed, his figure like the wind, an ordinary warrior could simply not trace his movents.

Whoosh, his swordsmanship was like a dragon, stabbing fiercely like a rainbow.

In everyone's eyes, all that remained was a streak of brilliance, piercing through the entire building, as Gray's figure quietly appeared before Ye Ling.

Whoosh, whoosh, the tip of the rapier had reached Ye Ling's nose, and Gray was overjoyed, "Fantastic, he's so arrogant, the next mont will be his ti of death."

But suddenly, Gray's body froze in place, his face contorted in agonizing pain, his eyes nearly bursting out, his body arching like a boiled shrimp.

Thud, Gray collapsed to the ground, crying out in tornt. Opposite him, Ye Ling lightly put down his foot, a look of disdain on his face.

"Thought you were so kind of savior? What an absurd performance!"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot you're a foreigner,"

Thud, Ye Ling's foot kicked Gray's face, leaving a large shoe print right on his face.

Gray spat out a mouthful of blood with a defeated look, struggling to escape.

Ye Ling sneered coldly, "Who allowed you to bleed? Did I permit it? You really are asking for a beating!"

Thud, another kick landed on Gray's waist, and with several crisp crackling sounds, Gray howled in misery.

"I know your lumbar disc isn't feeling well, so I specially pressed it for you, no charge!" Ye Ling said with a chilling laugh.

"Still bleeding? I'll hit you!"

Smack, Ye Ling grabbed Gray's hair and punched him right in the nose, the blood streaming down into his mouth.

"Please, no! It's not intentional, I'm bleeding from my nose; I was wrong!" Gray whined incoherently in pain.

But Ye Ling just smiled coldly, "What does your nosebleed have to do with ? Who let you whimper? You looking down on ?"

Smack, a slap landed on Gray's face, his eyes flashing as he struggled in vain to escape Ye Ling's brutal beating.

"I'm sorry! Please, no more!" Gray didn't dare to cry out anymore, grabbing at Ye Ling's arm, begging in pain.

Ye Ling's face darkened instantly, "What are you whining about? I hate it when n say 'please, no,' it's as if you think I want sothing from you."

Thud, a foot kicked out, sending Gray flying like a cannonball, crashing to the ground, his body nearly folding as he struggled on hands and knees to crawl away.

"Yah hey! You dare look down on ! Why don't you speak? Don't I deserve to talk to you!" Ye Ling suddenly roared in rage!

Gray, who was crawling, abruptly stopped, waving his hands frantically, making unintelligible noises with his mouth.

My God, is there no justice left? How many excuses does this damn demon have? You're determined to kill , aren't you?

Why the need for so many excuses? Why, oh why?

The dozens of foreign superhumans nearby were terrified; this guy was too scary, not just powerful, but also unreasonable and shaless.

You can't beat such a person, and you can't reason with them, and even a re whimper becos a reason to get hit.

There on the ground lay Jas, Gray, Bear, the Four Great Protectors—all a bloody reality.

"Does anyone else have objections?" Ye Ling turned his head, sweeping his gaze over everyone.

Everyone felt a chill and quickly shook their heads. What a joke, who would dare object? They weren't just afraid of death; they feared humiliation even more.

Getting beaten to death was a trivial matter, but looking at the situation, death seed a luxury. Likely, public humiliation was on the agenda.

Seeing everyone regard him as a demon, Ye Ling was quite proud. See, the strong was always respected.

Turning around, Ye Ling approached the Saintess who stood still, "So what's it going to be? Are you going to let force you, or are you going to apologize sincerely?"

The Saintess shivered all over as she watched Ye Ling rub his hands together.

Would she speak those humiliating words, or resist to the end?

Would she be nailed to the pillar of sha, or beco a hero sung by all?