Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City Chapter 235 234: Choose Your Way to Die (25 Chapters)

Shenfeng raised his sword, his presence like the heavens themselves.

With a flash, the sword's light struck through the void, charging toward the opposite, completely intimidated fighter.

Everyone was shocked by this strike, the dazzling sword radiance soaring into the sky, the invincible silhouette deeply etched into the minds of all present.

Boom!

The sword's glare was blinding; it exploded, making everyone's eyes sting with involuntary tears, and a chill rose in everyone's hearts.

"No!"

The fighter completely enveloped in sword light involuntarily raised his hands above his head, eyes filled with terror, as the scent of death already wrapped around him.

As the sword light descended, Shenfeng crouched on the ground, a breeze blowing past him, fluttering the hem of his clothes.

As Shenfeng stood up, his gaze, sharp as the aurora, swept across the crowd; his eyes were like longswords, unstoppable.

The foreign fighter opposite him, dead!

"He has reached his limit, let's join forces and kill him!"

Suddenly, a powerful foreign fighter stepped forward, pointing his Western sword at Shenfeng, the blade flashing with dazzling red flas, exuding terrifying heat.

At that mont, all the battling Huaxia fighters disengaged from the fight and ca to Shenfeng's side; for a mont, the Eastern and Western powers faced off, with battle imminent.

"The weak must die! Otherwise, this barrier will ultimately be insurmountable."

The only Foundation Establishnt Stage fighter among the foreign powers stepped forward, his expression cold and filled with disdain.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat; indeed, this trial only allowed ten to survive, all others must die, and in the end, they couldn't avoid fratricide.

"So let's kill these Huaxia people first, then we can discuss our own matters!"

That Foundation Establishnt Stage fighter was a prince from the vampire clan nad Ge Le, with formidable strength, a strange old monster that had lived for a century.

Shenfeng's gaze hardened, he stepped forward, holding his longsword across his chest: "If you want a fight, co and get it!"

The two forces were on the verge of clashing, battle ready to erupt, the tension reaching a breaking point, when suddenly, the Foundation Establishnt Stage fighter moved, his step light, almost mist-like as he drifted beside Shenfeng, eerily fast.

"Then, Your Highness will kill you first!"

Ge Le's hand thrust out fiercely, his nails long and blood-red, whether stained with fresh blood or sothing else, it wasn't clear.

Li Tianhao was about to make a move when Shenfeng pushed him away with one hand; his longsword stabbed out ferociously, with the last of his strength roaring out to form a dragon of the sword, charging at Ge Le.

The last brilliance, the final splendor; the light from this sword seed as if it would live in the world forever.

Bang!

Ge Le was sent flying by that single sword stroke, but sadly it didn't harm him, and Shenfeng, his body's last spiritual power spent, finally could no longer stand, one knee falling to the ground.

The longsword stuck in the earth, its edge hidden, but its power had intimidated everyone.

A single sword's might made everyone tremble with fear!

"You have no more strength left; now, I shall drain every drop of blood from your body, you must die, there is no one in this world who can save you!"

Ge Le sneered, his foot tapping the ground as he leaped toward Shenfeng.

And the other Huaxia fighters all moved, their spiritual power surging, a whirlwind of blood and gore rising, forming a terrible maelstrom that viciously swept toward their enemies.

Seeing this, the foreign superpower users all acted, laughing ferociously, poor, weak Huaxia people, how could you be a match for us, the powerful beings!

Boom!

Everyone clashed at that instant, blood spurting and the cold light of blades flashing.

Ge Le, the terrifying prince, had already reached Shenfeng's side, smiling ferociously. His hand was already savagely striking towards Shenfeng. Once hit, Shenfeng would have no chance.

Li Tianhao felt a surge of urgency, charging forward. He wanted to block this attack for Shenfeng, for Shenfeng could not die—he was the director of the Bureau of Superpowers, the leader that the hearts of the Huaxia people now rallied behind.

If he died, their montum would disperse, and once that montum was gone, the entire Huaxia collective would be annihilated!

Whoosh, Ge Le was already upon him. It seed he could see Shenfeng lying in a pool of blood, his end agonizingly brutal. For soone of his strength, dealing with an opponent in the Innate Realm was simply bullying.

But just then, a palm suddenly appeared between the two, catching Ge Le's approaching hand in the blink of an eye and twisting it viciously.

There was a sharp crack—a clear sound of bone breaking—Ge Le howled in pain, and right after that, a blur appeared before him.

Thud, Ge Le fell with a thump, a mighty force smashing him harshly into the ground, creating a large crater, and breaking several of his bones.

"Who! Who the hell is it!"

Ge Le bellowed. He was a formidable Foundation Establishnt Stage warrior, yet soone had felled him so effortlessly. The attacker was definitely not a nobody, and must possess formidable strength.

But at this mont, did such a person exist on the battlefield?

"You really are courting death!"

A chilling voice rang out. Everyone looked up, their hearts skipping a beat in terror. The figure suspended mid-air was forever unforgettable, branded deep within their hearts.

Ye Ling, this terrifyingly powerful being, had appeared at the critical mont, hovering mid-air, his expression icy, not bothering to conceal the raging aura exploding from his body.

And even more shockingly, standing beside him was none other than the Saintess of The Holy See, Alice—how was this possible!

If Ye Ling's overwhelming strength had already sent shockwaves through everyone, then the sight of the Saintess by his side was like a thunderbolt striking their hearts, beyond belief.

"Saintess!" a fighter from The Holy See roared unwillingly.

Alice walked over, her expression cold: "I was surrounded and attacked by Crow and five other powerful enemies, and was saved by Ye Ling."

Hissss, everyone inhaled sharply. The Saintess had been surrounded and attacked by Crow and five other powerful beings?

This was surely the prelude to a world war. Once The Holy See's terrifying strength was provoked, how many organizations could stand against it?

"You're lying! Where are our Elders!" the people from the Dark Council demanded loudly, still reeling from the shock.

Alice did not respond, but Ye Ling, hovering in mid-air, replied with a chilling sneer, "Your Elders? They've already beco lifeless corpses!"

Whir, the crowd erupted into mayhem, unable to believe that Elder Crow from their midst had fallen to Ye Ling.

"You're lying! What about the other five powerful beings? Where are they!"

So fighters from various organizations felt utter terror, for among those five powerful beings were their leaders.

"Do you think I would spare anyone who sought to kill and the Saintess?" Ye Ling sneered.

What a joke. With my temper, every aggressor must be repaid in kind; none who co shall be spared.

Upon hearing these words, everyone felt as if they had been struck by lightning, retreating again and again. It was all over, completely over.

"Now, shall we discuss our own problems?"

"How do you wish to die?"

"By my hands, or by your own?"

Ye Ling commanded authoritatively, like the angel of death, his words striking terror into the hearts of n!