Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

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Xiong San's sudden outburst caught the man from the Island Nation off guard, but he adjusted himself in an instant.

The power of a Houtian at its peak surged within his body, his face flushed with effort, teeth clenched, as he violently raised his Dongyang Sword.

Clang clang, sounds came in rapid succession, and Xiong San was forced to keep retreating by this force.

"Broken Sword Stream, Sword Slash the Living!"

The man from the Island Nation shouted, pivoted his foot, twisted his body sharply, and his Dongyang Sword was already swinging down.

Whoosh, the sword light was as fast as thunder, as swift as a shooting star, and in the blink of an eye, it had arrived in front of Xiong San, who now had no strength left to fight back.

All the people were wide-eyed with a hint of terror in their gazes. Too strong, this man from the Island Nation was too strong, Xiong San had absolutely no chance to counter.

The tip of the Dongyang Sword was about to touch Xiong San's chest. Desperate, if this sword pierced through his chest, he would either die or be crippled.

The man from the Island Nation sneered viciously, Xiong San before him was finished, no one could save him, and the treasured blade in his hand would be his own.

However, just at that moment, two fingers miraculously appeared at the tip of the Dongyang Sword, clamping the tip and stopping the powerful thrust.

"Don't you think you're going a bit too far?" the voice was ice-cold, as a slender figure appeared in front of the man from the Island Nation, his aura suffocating.

It was Ye Ling, who at this critical moment, stepped forward and blocked the sword for Xiong San.

Crack, Ye Ling applied force with his fingers and actually broke off the tip of the Dongyang Sword, which fell to the ground with a crisp metallic ring.

"Nice sword, pity about the person wielding it," Ye Ling said with a smile.

The man from the Island Nation took a deep breath and straightened up, "Who are you, and why interfere in our affair?"

"Me? Just a nobody," Ye Ling shrugged, "it's just that I can't stand to watch the despicable actions of your vile race, so I stepped in."

Ye Ling shrugged his shoulders, a minor Houtian really wasn't worth his anger. Have you ever seen someone taking ants seriously? If you have, they're definitely mentally disturbed.

"Broken Water Stream disciple Chiba Fengshan, I ask you not to intervene. Our Sect will surely extend the utmost courtesy to you!"

This man named Chiba Fengshan spoke seriously, sensing that the young man from Huaxia standing before him emanated an intimidating presence.

Ye Ling shrugged his shoulders, "Chiba Fengshan? Never heard of you. If you have any sense, just scram."

And Xiong San, standing behind Ye Ling, finally caught his breath, "Thanks, Young Ye, this guy is strong, you need to be careful."

"No worries, relax, Brother San. It's just a grasshopper that jumps a little higher, just squash it," Ye Ling replied.

Ye Ling's arrogant words seemed to have enraged Chiba Fengshan, who took a few steps back to join his companion and picked up a Dongyang Knife that flickered with a blinding blade light.

"Chiba, kill this man and let these ignorant Huaxia people know that we, the Yamato nation, are the strongest!"

"The Broken Water Stream is the strongest style in Yamato, and in the world. Teach these Huaxia people, who are oblivious to their place, a lesson and show them our strength!"

The seven or eight martial artists from the Broken Water Stream all shouted loudly. Chiba Fengshan was already one of the strongest disciples in their Sect. How could he possibly lose to a Huaxia youngster?

"In that case, no offense!"

Chiba Fengshan sneered coldly, shifted his stance, and suddenly an intense aura burst forth from his body, overpowering and daunting.

Whoosh.

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The longsword flew from his hand, and Chiba Fengshan's body spun like a rapidly turning top, rising into the air above everyone, towering above them.

His Dongyang Sword suddenly chopped down, and in just one second, he had slashed nearly a hundred times, this was the strongest move in the Broken Water Stream.

The sword shadows enveloped Ye Ling, and Chiba Fengshan let out a grim laugh as he struck.

Ye Ling, however, merely tilted his head slightly and watched impassively as Chiba Fengshan bore down on him, moving his hands in a leisurely manner, reaching right into the terrifying sword shadows.

"Haha! The ignorant Huaxia boy is courting death. I'm afraid his hand will be severed!"

The disciples of Broken Water Stream were all immensely excited, while on this side, except for Mo Xing, everyone's hearts leaped to their throats.

Seeing Ye Ling's actions, Chiba Fengshan cursed him silently for seeking death, because at that moment his sword glow possessed a terrifying killing power, enough to turn even steel to slag.

It was an utterly foolish decision for Chiba Fengshan to judge Ye Ling using his own understanding; in Ye Ling's eyes, the elaborate swordsmanship was full of flaws.

Ye Ling's hand that had stretched into the deadly sword glow suddenly accelerated, gripping the back of Chiba Fengshan's sword with an eerie and tricky curve, then his arm jerked with force.

With a whoosh, the arrival brought his sword around fiercely in the air, and then he crashed down mightily.

The bluestones shattered, dust flew, and Chiba Fengshan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his breath weakened, his eyes filled with horror as he looked at Ye Ling as though he was looking at a demon.

The ecstatic disciples of Broken Water Stream recoiled as if they had seen a ghost, gasping in shock.

Too strong. This Huaxia boy was simply a demon, and there on the ground, the unsuspecting Chiba Fengshan who had been thrown down still gripped the Dongyang Sword in his hand.

For him, the sword lived with the man, and if the sword perished, the man perished!

"Damn it! Huaxia boy! Die!" Chiba Fengshan cursed, explosively rising to his feet.

But in the next moment, the Dongyang Sword in his hand was firmly gripped by Ye Ling, whose face darkened, "I hate it the most when someone says 'damn it' in front of us Huaxia people."

"You've touched my reverse scale, so, you should go find your worthless Amaterasu!"

As he spoke, Ye Ling snapped his fingers, and the longsword in Chiba Fengshan's hand suddenly shattered, falling to the ground like broken glass.

Between Ye Ling's fingers remained a piece of the broken sword, which Ye Ling flicked lightly, and the fragments of broken blade scattered like the aurora.

With a spurt, Chiba Fengshan's chest heaved, the shards pierced through his chest, and the whole person slowly swayed before thunderously collapsing, eyes wide open, dying with lingering resentment.

Everyone's scalp tingled with horror at the sight; this fellow was too strong, and strangely enough, he had directly taken a life without a word of disagreement.

"Bastard! You dare to kill our Broken Water Stream brother! I declare war on you Huaxia martial artists!"

"Yes! Declare war! Let Broken Water Stream trample over the entire land of Huaxia!"

After seeing Chiba Fengshan fall powerless, the disciples of Broken Water Stream were boiling with rage.

"Come here and meet your deaths," Ye Ling beckoned with a sneer.

The disciples of Broken Water Stream, recalling Ye Ling's terrifying abilities, suddenly lost their fire, angry as they were, they were not about to throw their lives away foolishly.

At that moment, a young man dressed in white casual clothing stepped forward, his brow-length hair covering half an eye.

"Aren't you too arrogant?" The speaker walked up to Ye Ling without a hint of fear.