Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

In front of the Holy See's grand hall, a hint of rage finally appeared on the Pope's majestic face.

"Everyone, no matter who, dare plead for Alice again, will be deemed as the forsaken by the Divine Spirit and will suffer the Holy See's severe punishment, bringing calamity upon your families!"

"Remote troops, execute by fire!"

Boom, dazzling torches were thrown towards Alice. Alice took a deep breath, smiled faintly, and a gentle breeze stirred the hair at her temples.

"My child, mommy's sorry. Ye Ling, goodbye!"

Alice closed her eyes, already feeling the scorching flames coming from all directions, about to ignite her body and burn her to death under the glory of the Holy See.

Suddenly, Pope Vitra's expression changed, and a gust of wind blew in. The torches thrown at Alice were instantly extinguished and fell to the ground.

Around Alice's body, a white Spiritual Power emerged, fiercely guarding her. The power flickered, containing terrible might—absolute protection.

"The Holy See! Dare to touch my woman, who gave you the courage!"

A roar erupted, and a gaunt figure entered everyone's sight. It was Ye Ling, his face grim, eyes flickering like candle flames, brimming with a deadly aura.

Hisss, everyone inhaled sharply. Who was this person, to speak with such boldness? Did he not realize that this was the Holy See, the stronghold of the greatest power in the world?

"Ye Ling! Run!" Alice, upon seeing Ye Ling, first felt joy, but then immediately cried out in shock.

This was the Holy See, with many horrific methods at its disposal. Even if Ye Ling were stronger, in Alice's view, it was impossible for him to rescue her from the Holy See.

Ye Ling looked at Alice and suddenly his expression changed. "Alice! You! The life that's pulsating in your womb?"

"Ye Ling! It's our child!" Alice suddenly yelled, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

Thinking of her child, Alice burst into tears. "Ye Ling! I'm sorry, I've failed you! I couldn't protect our child, save them!"

After hearing this, Ye Ling was startled and then burst into laughter. "I have a child! Haha, I have a child! I, Ye Ling, have a child!"

Maria, standing in front of the Holy See's grand hall, saw Ye Ling's ecstatic expression and sneered disdainfully as she walked down from the grand hall, looking at Ye Ling with a scornful smile.

"So you're Alice's dog of a man. I tell you, the bastard inside Alice's belly is a dirty thing, cursed by the Divine Spirit, and will absolutely not be born!"

"As for you, having offended the might of the Holy See, you shall also die under the Holy See's punishment, a warning to the world that the majesty of the Holy See shall not be defiled, and you, sinner, will be reviled for thousands of years."

Maria walked up to Ye Ling, staring coldly at his face brimming with joy.

Ye Ling, upon hearing this, his face turned to iron blue. "My child of Ye Ling, even the invincible powerful beings who have endured the supreme ordeal of the phoenix do not have the right to curse him."

"Your Holy See's Divine Spirit is even less qualified to curse my unborn child. It's courting death!"

"And you, for slandering my child, even your dog-shit Divine Spirit, Jehovah, won't save you, believe me!"

Boom, Ye Ling roared furiously, clenched his fist, and launched a fierce punch at Maria. The seven Golden Cores provided him terrible strength, and his entire being stirred a tempest, his robe fluttering noisily.

Crack, Maria's eyes widened as she was blown away by Ye Ling's punch, falling in front of the Holy See's grand hall, her eyes already filled with a deathly pallor, reaching out helplessly towards Pope Vitra.

Clack, Maria's arm fell limp, her breath weakened, and she lost her vitality.

The Saintess, who had just been haughtily rebuking Ye Ling, was killed by an enraged Ye Ling with a single punch.

"My child! My woman! Who dares to touch them in these Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!"

"Even gods, even the Heavenly Emperor, who dares to curse the flesh and blood of Ye Ling!"

"As the Immortal Emperor, if I can't even protect my own child, then I might as well be a dog!"

"My child, my woman, a single hair from them is worth more than your lives. What dogshit divine spirits, if they piss me off, I'll slaughter my way up the Divine Mountain and slay those lofty gods!"

Ye Ling growled lowly, what dogshit divine spirits, he was the Great Emperor, even Jehovah the Heavenly Emperor would have to be polite upon meeting him, which divine spirit would dare to eat the gall of the heavens and curse his progeny?

The Pope sneered at Ye Ling's arrogant words. This was The Holy See, which possessed the most ancient miracles and terrifying methods. A Huaxia youth dared to burst into The Holy See alone and even made a fuss here, this was seeking death!

"Crusaders! Annihilate the wicked, and restore the bright glory of The Holy See!"

With a point of the Pope's Divine Staff, the bodies of the Crusaders, who were not weak in presence, suddenly shone with boundless golden light. These Crusaders, who had only Houtian cultivation, were instantaneously elevated to the Innate Realm.

"A miracle! This is a miracle, this is a blessing from the divine spirits!"

"Crusaders going to war, blood to spill across the blue sky, heart-chilling to countless foes! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Boom! Nearly a hundred Crusaders moved out, wielding long spears, their eyes shining with divine light, charging towards Ye Ling.

Whoosh, a long spear thrust directly toward Ye Ling. His eyes suddenly changed, becoming gloomy and bloodthirsty. With a fierce grasp of his hand, he directly seized the Crusader who was madly charging at him.

"Die for your master!"

Bang, Ye Ling lifted his foot and kicked squarely onto the chest of the Crusader holding the spear, sending him flying and crashing violently into the crowd.

"Thousand Swords Formation, annihilate enemies from all directions!"

Whoosh, with a raise of Ye Ling's hand, dense shadows of swords appeared behind him, humming and roaring, fearsome sword shadows filled half the sky.

Pope Vitra saw this and his face changed immediately; even he felt a sense of dread from the terrifying Sword Array, and the Crusaders, bestowed with divine might by him, could not possibly hold it back.

Boom! The myriad sword shadows struck wildly, like a bursting flood, furiously assaulting the Crusaders all around.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, sword shadows struck out, slashing through the sky, cold lights exploding in mid-air.

Thud, thud, thud, those mighty Crusaders, bodies shaken, were penetrated through the chest by Ye Ling's Thousand Swords Formation, their bodies skewered.

A sense of powerlessness spread throughout all the Crusaders, their legs weakened, and they slowly collapsed to the ground.

Ye Ling stood in place, his face full of chilling coldness, with the fallen Crusaders around him enhancing his presence like an invincible god of death.

"Pope! I've said it before, whoever it is, if they touch my woman and child, they must die!"

Ye Ling's hair wildly danced as if a reaper had crawled out from hell, unleashing a bloodcurdling murderous intent.

All the senior members of The Holy See were shocked, their expressions changing as they looked at Ye Ling.

And at this moment, the Army Commander of The Holy See, standing in front of the great hall, slowly walked down.

Hum, with a grip of his hand, a long spear appeared in his grasp.

The long spear flickered with a vast cold light, and on its body were mottled blood stains, already dried, but still emitting a thick aura of death.

"This spear, in my hand, has slain all that challenged The Holy See, divine in warfare, invincible to all!"