Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City Chapter 318 317: The Sorrow of Mo Xing (4 updates)

The next day at dawn, when the sunlight shone upon the land, the entire supernatural community of the world was thoroughly shaken.

The Dark Council's forces were completely annihilated, all perishing within The Holy See.

The Holy See itself suffered a blow unprecedented for a millennium, as the entire institution was destroyed, leaving behind only a pitiful hundred or so mbers of the once-renowned Expeditionary Army, apart from those guarding the distant branches.

The Army Commander of the Expeditionary Army fell in battle, four red-robed Archbishops were killed in action, and more than a dozen red-robed Bishops perished under the Dark Council's frenzied counterattack.

And the Pope, this suprely exalted leader, was said to have been gravely injured and no longer wielded his formidable deterrence.

The entire foundation of The Holy See, built up over countless years, was depleted overnight, and those in the know said that it was all due to a youth, a lad from Huaxia.

The Pope's Saintess was forcibly taken by him, he slaughtered all the Expeditionary Army within The Holy See, crippling all the upper echelons, and even the Pope himself was not spared from his vicious attack.

It was precisely during this chaos that the Dark Council launched their large-scale assault, only to be t with annihilation by The Holy See.

And so powerful individuals claid that, when their Divine Sense encompassed The Holy See, they saw that horrifying Huaxia youth wielding a dark tile, rcilessly beating the Pope to the point that his face was swollen and the scene was extrely grueso.

In this world-shocking event, Ye Ling's existence was of paramount importance.

If it had not been for Ye Ling dismantling most of The Holy See first, the Dark Council would never have thought to attack, which is to say, they would not have made it to The Holy See's main base.

This opportunity led to the demise of the Dark Council. Of course, the weaker mbers of the Dark Council did not reach The Holy See and survived, leaving a glimr of hope for their organization.

The supernatural world was in an uproar. Two titans had fallen in a single night, one collapsed and the other critically weakened, with the puppet master behind the scenes being a youth from Huaxia.

All eyes turned towards that ancient and mysterious country in the east, yet that formidable nation had not a word to say, leaving everyone apprehensive and uneasy.

In Imperial Capital of Huaxia, inside a luxurious private room, Ye Wudao and Shenfeng, along with Mo Xing, were excited and animated.

"Guess, the guy who threw The Holy See into chaos and beat up the Pope, could it be Ye Ling?" Shenfeng was incredibly excited.

The Pope, after all, is the supre leader, even if he were to co to Huaxia, he would be received personally by the two old n, the leader of countless churches on Earth.

Ye Wudao nodded, "Guess my ass, besides him who else has the capability to dismantle The Holy See? Such a troublemaker, I suddenly feel like he's a ticking ti bomb, causing explosions wherever he goes."

Mo Xing on the other hand, grimaced, "Whether he is a ticking ti bomb or not I don't know, but I'm damn sure I'm about to beco one."

The two n were taken aback and then burst into laughter at Mo Xing's tragic situation—he was unbelievably unlucky.

The club that Mo Xing frequented, which provided the certain services, accorded him the status of the highest-level VIP due to his standing, hence he could do as he pleased.

And the won in the club, in their efforts to ingratiate themselves with Mo Xing, would co up with various ways to curry favor, most commonly through uniform seduction.

Such as air hostess, schoolgirl, nurse, and so on. Mo Xing was of course very happy about it, because it was thrilling.

One day, when Mo Xing visited the club again, as he waited in the room, a woman dressed in a police uniform walked in. His eyes went green with desire, and he pounced imdiately.

As you can imagine, the outco was that Mo Xing's father nearly broke his legs with a walking stick. When Ye Wudao and Shenfeng heard about it, they rushed to pay him a visit, and his pathetic sight was still vivid in their mory.

"Tsk tsk, let tell you, if it had been an ordinary person, guess how many years you'd get for assaulting an officer and attempted rape!" Mo Xing lanted, with a face of utter dejection.

Mo Xing had practically beco synonymous with bad luck, choking on water, nearly dying from eating, and even setting off dangerous incidents in the bedroom.

"No way, when Ye Ling cos back, I must ask him to break this curse for , else I might kick the bucket before reaching immortality," Mo Xing said dejectedly.

As for the silence of Huaxia's entire cultivator community, it made all the powerful nations' experts refocus their attention on the Sterr Estate.

At noon, Ruth's room, on the wide and comfortable bed, a soft silk blanket covered three shaless fellows.

Ye Ling poked his head out from the silk blanket, his face full of fatigue, "These two xican Dollar mares are really demanding."

"But I must say, these foreign won are just so open and bold, a threeso, oh a threeso, haha!"

Ye Ling was ecstatic. In the morning, after coming back, Alice went to rest, and then Ye Ling and Ruth tead up to trick Ai Lu into bed.

Once Ai Lu got a taste of it, she completely exploded with desire and seed insatiable. She and Ruth nearly drained Ye Ling dry.

"Co back here!"

Ai Lu, like a Hungry Wolf, stretched out her milk-white arm and grabbed Ye Ling's leg, yanking him back with such force that his head, which had been outside the blanket, was pulled back into the silk quilt.

"Help! The fairy is eating people!"

Inside the silk blanket, Ye Ling called out in alarm while the two won giggled slyly, looking unkind as Ye Ling trembled.

"Don't co any closer, or else..." Ye Ling threatened the two won opposite him, though utterly lacking in confidence.

Ai Lu smiled wickedly, "Co on! I even gave you my first ti, how can you think of stopping halfway?"

"Stopping halfway? You've been at it with since noon, sister, babe, darling, I was wrong, please spare ."

Ye Ling, seeing the fiery desire in the eyes of the two won, couldn't help but tremble. One round was no problem, two rounds were still fine, but it had been all morning already.

And both won were powerful cultivators with incredible stamina.

"Lie down for !"

Ruth pounced directly on Ye Ling's body, and Ai Lu took advantage of the mont to leap as well.

For a while, the room was filled with spring romance, a playful dance of two phoenixes with a dragon.

At night, as darkness slowly descended, deep within the Locke Clan, in a study room with a dieval style, Mick stood very respectfully in front of the desk.

Behind the desk, an old man with white hair and beard sat, clear light moving in his turbid eyes.

"Mick, my dear child, I've heard that you and that Huaxia boy from the Sterr Family had quite a fierce conflict?" the old man said with a slight smile.

Mick nodded, as the epic battle from the night before was sothing he was unaware of and unqualified to access.

The old man nodded, "My dear child, I think you should now go to South Africa for so experience, and as for your share in the family, I will deduct five percent."

Mick was imdiately taken aback, "Why! My dear grandfather, I don't want to go to South Africa, that godforsaken place!"

"I am sorry, my child, but I must punish you, or else you might bring destruction to our entire Locke Clan!" the old man said with a smile.

Mick was stunned, "Is it all because of that Huaxia boy?"

"You are smart. That Huaxia boy destroyed The Holy See and indirectly wiped out the Dark Council at his hand," the old man leaned back slightly and smiled.

After hearing this, Mick was as if struck by lightning, completely dumbfounded with horror spreading in his eyes.