Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Ye Ling smirked coldly, while Steward Sterr responded with an awkward laugh, his eyes also betraying a fleeting, obscure glimmer of darkness.

"The seal is about to be broken! That's great, everyone give it your all one more time, put in more effort, hurry!"

Just then, a cultivator at the Golden Core Stage shouted with immense excitement. Upon seeing the terrifying cracks appearing on the transparent barrier, everyone else was overjoyed.

"Strike now! Quick, break this restriction!"

Boom, beams of light rushed forth wildly, like Flood Dragons, continuously bombarding the so-called seal.

Ye Ling snickered coldly, these fools. They're just providing Spiritual Power to someone else. When it's time to die, they'll have nowhere to cry.

Crack, a crisp sound rang, and the eerie restriction shattered, leaving everyone exceedingly thrilled as they rushed inside.

"Ye Ling, let's go in too," slowly said Steward Sterr with a sly smile.

Ye Ling nodded. Being skilled gives one boldness. Even though the Transcendance Tribulation Stage opponent was somewhat fearsome, as Ye Ling, he wasn't without the strength to fight. At the very least, he could defend himself.

I want to see, what exactly you are up to.

Ye Ling let out a cold laugh, then stepped inside as well. Behind him, Steward Sterr gave a shrewd chuckle, his eyes suddenly swirling with shades of scarlet.

As everyone stepped into the area filled with graves, suddenly the broken seal reappeared, trapping everyone inside.

"What! What's going on, Steward Sterr? Wasn't the seal broken? How could it reappear?"

"Yeah, what's going on here, Steward Sterr? Make it clear!"

Instantly, numerous people started clamoring, the strange event giving them a bad premonition, while Steward Sterr behind them just laughed and shook his head.

"Want to get out? It's simple. Just get the treasure, then break the seal again."

"This is a secret place of the Sterr Family, of course there are defensive measures."

Just then, dozens upon dozens of tombstones began to emit clouds of black mist, with at least one hundred and ten in all, almost one for each person.

"Lowly humans, you who disturb the rest of the dead, will be cursed and punished, death is your price!"

"Die, for you have disturbed the souls, the Divine Spirits shall decree your punishment!"

Terrifying words emerged from each cloud of black mist, and shockingly, all one hundred and ten mists possessed the strength of the Middle Stage Golden Core. Find exclusive stories on empire

"What! What's happening! The souls of the ancestors of the Sterr Family?"

"Bullshit souls, aren't they just so-called ghosts? Watch me smash them to pieces!"

One of the strong cultivators spoke, holding a great axe that surged with golden light. He leapt up high, bringing his axe down in a ferocious chop. The terrible axe light exploded like thunder and lightning.

The fearsome axe light struck the cloud of black mist, instantly wrapping it in a burst of crackling brilliance.

"Vanish for me!"

Whoosh, another axe fell as the cultivator shouted loudly, his body erupting with a terrifying force, striking directly at the mist.

Pop, the black mist dissipated, shattered, vanishing into the vast expanse of space.

"Haha! What pathetic souls, they're nothing but farts in my eyes! Smash them all to pieces!"

The strong warrior roared, immensely excited, and the other formidable figures also charged forward, one each, and began to destroy the black fog—but Ye Ling just laughed.

Tsk tsk, another trick, huh? Now's the damn time to witness a miracle.

"Ah! Help! Hurry up and save me, I'm no match for it, it's too terrifying!"

A powerful fighter yelled frantically. A cultivator at the Golden Core Middle Stage was utterly devoid of any chance to fight back and was directly devoured by the black fog.

Upon hearing this guy's cries for help, the other strong figures felt a chill run down their spines; in the next moment, when the black fog dispersed, there was nothing left but a pile of white bones, with flesh and blood completely gone.

"What! Impossible! That guy who just cleaved through the black fog with an ax was only at the Golden Core Middle Stage of cultivation!"

"Could it be that this black fog has varying strengths?"

Everyone was shocked, but in the tomb, there were indeed quite a few who had an easy time, effortlessly crashing through these terrifying black fogs.

"So that's how it is! Humph, bad luck, lack of strength, if you die, you deserve it, and there's one less guy to compete with us for treasure. All these black fogs have to collapse!"

Those guys regained their confidence at the sight of such a situation, while Ye Ling also became somewhat more cautious.

The one devoured by the black fog had his flesh clearly consumed by a terrible creature, his vitality and spirit completely devoured.

And Steward, who had been vehemently shouting not to disrupt his Sterr Family's disturbed spirits, now looked remarkably calm, as if these black fogs were not the souls of his Sterr Family ancestors at all.

"You old fox, I really want to see what you're up to!" Ye Ling still hadn't exposed old Steward.

Once inside this space, even if he were to expose him, if old Steward truly had any devious schemes, they would certainly be carried out.

What's more important, depleting the strength of the Western Continent was very beneficial for Huaxia.

In that case, why wouldn't Ye Ling be pleased?

"Clan Leader Steward, tsk tsk, these guys are really something. They're digging up your family's ancestral graves. Your grandmas and grandpas are nearly having their souls destroyed."

"Do you think they're human? You, as the mighty Clan Leader, are watching as your ancestors' souls are utterly ruined. Doesn't it break your heart, make you want to join me in punishing them?"

"In hell, they'll curse you, calling you worthless, a bastard, a turtle son of a bitch!"

"Clan Leader Steward, I really can't stand it. Let's go tear these bastards' bones apart and avenge your hairy old ancestors, shall we?"

Ye Ling spoke with stern righteousness, and old Steward's eyelids twitched, his face turning ashen. Ye Ling's words truly struck home, securely mocking him.

Worthless, bastard, turtle son of a bitch—all these were essentially Ye Ling cursing himself.

Old Steward knew this very well but nevertheless held back: "Alas, there's no way around it. If my strength is not up to par, this is all I can do."

"And this matter concerns our family; I wouldn't want you to bring such calamity upon yourself. So let's forget about it. As long as we can safely get through this tribulation, all sacrifices are worth it."

Ye Ling nodded, "Don't worry, Clan Leader Steward, if anyone calls you a hairy bastard, a turtle son of a bitch, or a heartless beast in front of me, I'll definitely defend you."

"The great Clan Leader Steward is neither a hairy bastard, a turtle son of a bitch, nor a heartless beast. Everything he does is for the greater good of the family!"

Ye Ling was deeply moved, while old Steward, on the other hand, had his eyelids spasming, barely resisting the urge to strangle Ye Ling to death.