Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

The Bureau of Superpowers, when looking for someone, leaves no place for even the slyest and most cunning individuals to hide.

Not to mention that all units must comply fully, but the countless superpowered individuals within the Bureau are enough by themselves. Many of their abilities can smoothly capture criminals.

Following the order issued by Shenfeng, the entire Bureau of Superpowers naturally spared no effort in carrying it out, so in less than five minutes, the well-documented hideout of the Four Seas Gang was rooted out.

Ye Ling and the other three went straight for the kill upon an encounter, sparing no words. Would a group armed with real guns and live ammo be good people?

Not to mention the terrifying strength of Ye Ling, even the other three were not to be compared with these well-trained gunmen.

Apart from Ye Wudao and Shenfeng, even Mo Xing had an impressive background, being a reincarnation of Furo Wang with endless misfortune, yet now his moment to shine had finally come.

When Mo Xing entered the fray and the other three were slaughtering wildly, he suddenly found himself alone, and a gunman charged straight at him.

Buzz, the gun was pointed directly at Mo Xing, who, never having experienced such a thing, almost fell to his knees in fear. But the next moment, his dread turned to elation.

"Where did he go? This is strange, I clearly saw someone there." The gunman appeared to have seen a ghost, utterly perplexed.

Mo Xing immediately thought of what Ye Ling had told him. Damn, what he said was true after all, I truly am an immortal existence.

Hahaha, Mo Xing burst out laughing, while the gunman on the other side hastily rubbed his eyes. By then, Mo Xing's fist, the size of a pot, had already hammered into his face.

"I'm hitting you!!!" Mo Xing swung his fist and roared, flamboyantly mimicking Bruce Lee's signature move.

Whoosh, thud, the gunman was sent flying and slammed hard into the ground, his eyes rolling back as he lay motionless.

You should know that Mo Xing is a powerhouse at the Foundation Establishment Stage, and even without using his Spiritual Power or exerting Divine Skills, he's certainly no match for ordinary people.

Bang, just then, a gunshot echoed in Mo Xing's ear, and a cloud of dust was kicked up right beside his foot, the bullet having missed him, going astray.

"Damn! That scared the crap out of me, who's shooting at me? Show yourself! I don't believe you can see me!" Mo Xing bellowed, his demeanor brash beyond measure.

"We are!" Suddenly, seven or eight gunmen stepped forward with their guns aimed directly at Mo Xing.

Whoosh whoosh, bullets flew like fire dragons, instantly erupting. Mo Xing turned pale with fright, but as the bullets crazily approached him, they eerily hovered in mid-air before dropping to the ground.

"Damn, you nearly scared me to death. Seems like I really am indestructible," Mo Xing was thrilled, imagining the glory of being invincible in the world with his immortality.

However, at that moment, Ye Ling appeared beside him, reaching out with one hand to tear down the barrier.

"If you really want to die, keep acting like this. I'm done caring about you. This was a perfect chance for practical combat training, and if you die here, don't expect me to seek revenge for you. It'd be too embarrassing."

Hearing these words, Mo Xing finally got serious, as he realized that Ye Ling had been the one blocking the bullets for him.

"Don't worry, I definitely won't hold us back!" Mo Xing finally took things seriously. Once someone at the Foundation Establishment Stage did so, they were truly terrifying.

But within a minute, Mo Xing became an absolute god of war, his terrifying reflexes and Spiritual Power practically making him a miraculous being.

Bullets couldn't hit him, no one could catch his silhouette, and a single punch of his could utterly destroy a person.

The battle was a complete rout, and the entire courtyard was in a state of terror at the slaughter carried out by Ye Ling and his companions. Yet it was at this moment that Liu Qingyun stepped forward.

"Gentlemen, causing such trouble on the territory of the Four Seas Gang, don't you think it's a bit improper? As fellow martial artists, I would hope you could afford Liu some face."

Liu Qingyun muttered, hands clasped behind his back, flanked by four hefty men. Each exuded a calm and even breath, astonishingly, all were Houtian experts.

For a commoner to have four Houtian powerhouses at his side was unbelievable. With these four, Liu Qingyun was confident he could fight his way out of an encirclement by an armed military force.

"Who the fuck is friends with you, scram, bastard. I don't stoop as low as you. Speak up, were the assassins sent to the villa in the eastern suburbs your doing?"

Mo Xing, hands on hips, cursed angrily. What damned martial artist friends? I am one of the four young masters, I am Donghai's Crown Prince, what a bloody joke.

"Gentlemen, let's be forgiving where we can. The fault lies with my nephew, and I will discipline him accordingly. As for those you have killed here, I'll turn a blind eye. Going forward, let's keep to our own wells..."

Before Liu Qingyun could finish, Ye Wudao spat fiercely on the ground, a face full of disdain.

"Damn, you've got some nerve, eh? If you'd killed us, there would have been no issues; fail to kill us, and you come up with some bullshit about 'not violating each other's waters'? Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Think you're God? That everything you say must be obeyed, or maybe you fancy yourself as the Emperor, and every word you utter is a decree?"

"Your nephew is at fault; fine. Call him out, then let me put two bullets in him. Whether he lives or dies, we won't pursue the matter further. How's that sound?"

Ye Wudao smirked. Damn, I'm arrogant enough, but here's someone even more outrageous than me. No, he needs to be taught a lesson. Your next chapter awaits on My Virtual Library Empire

The expression on Liu Qingyun's face instantly turned ugly. If he really brought his nephew out to be shot twice, it would be better to just fight it out with them.

"How about this, I don't know if you've got the guts to face the four men behind me. If we lose, I'll accept whatever you decide to do with us."

"And if you lose, we'll let bygones be bygones. How about it? I'm not asking for anything else."

Having finished speaking, the four Houtian experts behind Liu Qingyun each took a step forward, positioning themselves in front of him, their spiritual power erupting from within, their presence exceptional.

"Tsk tsk, all are quite skilled indeed. Well, since that's the case, I shall grant you an understanding in death."

"How about this, let's not say we're bullying you. Forget four matches; Shenfeng and Mo Xing, how about you two take them on?" Ye Ling said lightly.

If they wanted to play, then he would indulge them fully. Ye Ling rather enjoyed seeing people go from hope to despair in an instant; not even the Heavenly King could save them today.

After listening, Liu Qingyun immediately started clapping: "Good! Not bad at all, quite a character. Given that, I shall respectfully comply."

Shenfeng walked onto the field, his expression indifferent, arms crossed, not even bothering to take a weapon; it would be beneath him.

Opposite Liu Qingyun, two others also took to the field. Both had a profound and long-lasting aura, clearly experts at internal martial arts.

These two were well-known figures; the martial arts community called them the War Gods of Dragon and Tiger. Together, they were invincible and induced fear in many at the mention of their names.

"Ha!"

Dragon and Tiger shouted simultaneously as they stamped their feet, the tiles beneath their soles completely shattered around their footprints.