Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

The two great killers known in the jianghu as Dragon and Tiger were two brothers, blood brothers, Li Long and Li Hu.

Since childhood, the two brothers had encountered incredible fortunes, which greatly increased their cultivation. However, after reaching adulthood, they couldn't resist the loneliness and were unable to withstand the enticements of the flourishing world, so they ended up under the service of Liu Qingyun.

Over the years, they had blazed a bloody trail and had amassed a vast fortune.

But this time, it seemed that they were going to meet their match. Shenfeng watched the two's furious approach unfazed and responded with a cold laugh, his arm suddenly pulled back.

His fingers clenched tightly, exuding a terrifying power, as the spiritual power within him erupted wildly, pouring an unparalleled force into Shenfeng's arm.

"Fall!"

Li Long and Li Hu roared, their eyes flashing with ferocity. Over the years, they had dedicated their martial arts skills to slaughter, yet they had forgotten the earnest kindness they had possessed when they first started learning martial arts.

However, at this moment, Shenfeng's punch was already hurtling out madly, his arm like a bow, his fist like thunder.

Boom, the fist wind whistled, blowing across the cheeks of Li Long and Li Hu, causing their faces to change drastically. The next instant, a terrifying force slammed directly in front of the two men.

Boom, the Kuang Feng came strong, and the two were violently thrown back, shock written all over their faces. As they floated mid-air, both spat out blood and their faces were pale.

Thud, just as they fell, Shenfeng had already reached their side, his finger jabbing sharply at Li Long, a strand of piercing spiritual power entered his body. Find more chapters on My Virtual Library Empire

In an instant, the fearsome spiritual power destroyed all the meridians inside him, while Li Long howled in madness.

"Next, it's your turn!" Shenfeng said with a cold laugh, having disabled Li Long with a finger, and now it was Li Hu's turn. It was better for the brothers to keep each other company.

"No! Impossible, you're just... early..." Li Long struggled to crawl backward, yelling loudly, but it was too late.

Crack, Shenfeng's finger had already landed on Li Long's lower abdomen, a surge of intense pain causing Li Long to lose all reason.

The madly howling Li Long, spitting blood, was as pale as paper, the sharp light in his eyes that was once present had utterly vanished.

With two fingers, he disabled two great Houtian experts, a sight that chilled Liu Qingyun and the two masters standing behind him.

"Early what, I'm not your ancestor, I don't have such an unworthy descendant," Shenfeng scoffed, then lifted his foot and stomped towards Li Long.

Crack, Li Long's shin was directly crushed, and of course, Li Hu also experienced the same fate, after all, they were brothers, and it wouldn't be right to neglect either of them.

Liu Qingyun's eyelids twitched violently, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart. He feared that tonight was going to be a disaster.

"See that? When you go up later, don't think of running away. With the strength of the Foundation Establishment Stage, killing these two fools will be like snatching two little chicks, no need to be a coward!"

"And the remaining two are masters of external martial arts, relying solely on their fists and feet. Let me tell you, when he throws a punch, you punch back; when he kicks, you kick him to death."

"Use all your strength, they absolutely won't be able to withstand it. Remember, don't think about 'he can't see me, he can't see me' or anything like that. Otherwise, they'll beat you to death," Ye Ling explained to Mo Xing, hoping there wouldn't be any mishaps later. But that shouldn't be the case, after all, he was a Foundation Establishment Stage powerhouse. If he couldn't even take down these two guys, he might as well run into a wall and kill himself.

Mo Xing nodded, and unusually for him, appeared a bit nervous. But that was also normal, he was, after all, the Crown Prince of Donghai City, one of the four young masters of the Imperial Capital.

He had experience with grand scenes, but he'd never gone up against someone in a PK like this. Usually, he was the one striking while others took the hits and dared not fight back.

"Mo Xing, can you handle it or not? If not, I'll go up. Look at how cowardly you are," Ye Wudao sneered.

Mo Xing was furious when he heard these words, "Damn! What the hell are you saying? I'm going to show you how I tear these two pieces of trash apart!"

Once he had finished speaking, Liu Qingyun, standing at the doorway, spoke up, "Alright, no need to be so heavy-handed. We lost the first round."

"Ah Wen, Ah Tai, be careful." Liu Qingyun said to the two men behind him, and they nodded.

Ah Wen and Ah Tai were experts he had hired for a significant sum from outside. They were skilled in external martial arts; they could shatter solid steel pipes with one punch.

The two men leaped down, and Mo Xing also took a deep breath and stepped forward, his expression more solemn than ever before.

"Let me tell you, I am one of the Four Young Masters, I am Mo Xing. If you two dare to touch me, think carefully about the consequences. I'm someone who holds grudges…"

Mo Xing actually started grumbling first, and Ye Ling and the others slapped their foreheads, damn, this bastard really is losing face.

Ye Wudao clenched his teeth, "Bastard, I might as well go up there and finish it with two punches, watching him embarrass himself."

Ah Wen was startled, then flashed a ferocious smile. So, he's a young master, eh? Such people have the least courage. One punch should do it, no trouble at all.

Thud, thud, Ah Wen charged madly, his fist hammering towards Mo Xing with fierce force. The wind from his punch was intense. To everyone's surprise, Mo Xing actually closed his eyes subconsciously.

Fortunately, he remembered Ye Ling's words, and, gritting his teeth, he exerted all his strength to throw out his fist.

"Yeah! I'll fight you to the death, you piece of shit! Lie down, all of you!" Mo Xing roared, the veins on his neck bulging terrifyingly.

Ye Wudao covered his eyes, "This is so embarrassing, truly goddamn embarrassing. I want to go up there and strangle the bastard!"

Ah Wen's ferocious laugh froze as his fist collided with Mo Xing's. But the next moment, he heard the crisp sound of bones breaking, and his complexion turned completely pale.

Pain, excruciating pain—his knuckles had shattered completely, hanging limply.

"Ah! Impossible!" Ah Wen screamed, retreating continuously, his eyes filled with horror.

Mo Xing, however, opened his eyes and, looking at his fist, began to laugh out loud, "Haha! This is simply amazing, simply amazing! I am an invincible existence!"

Whoosh, whoosh, Mo Xing stepped forward boldly, hammering out another heavy punch. Ah Wen's complexion changed drastically as his other hand was raised to meet the attack.

Boom, their fists collided, and Ah Wen's arm trembled violently, an invisible wave of energy rushing from his wrist to his shoulder.

"Ah!" Ah Wen screamed as his arm drooped lifelessly, bones fractured, both arms now completely useless.

At this moment, Ah Tai, realizing the situation was not right, had also joined the fray, his foot shooting out like a missile, hammering fiercely towards Mo Xing.

Mo Xing turned sharply, his expression darkening, "The hell, you think I'm an easy target to mess with?"

"Witness my invincible flying kick!" Roaring, Mo Xing's body soared, his leg shooting up sharply and then sweeping crazily at Ah Tai.

Thump, Ah Tai's body fell to the ground, his spine snapped by the tremendous force, shrieking in agony.

"Hehe, hit me, go ahead and hit me!"

Mo Xing bounced around, throwing punches and kicks like a boxer, left and right hooks, high and low kicks, hitting flesh with every shot, exhilarated by the fight.

Meanwhile, unnoticed by everyone, a sinister gleam flashed in Liu Qingyun's eyes, and a sophisticated mini pistol quietly settled into his palm.