Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

The tone was arrogant and domineering, wildly unrestrained.

If it wasn't that damn bastard Ye Ling, who else could it be?

He pointed a finger at the strongest member of the Dark Council, while the other hand idly dug at his ear.

The strongest member of the Dark Council couldn't help but get angry, Ye Ling was looking down on him. As one of humanity's strongest, no one had the right to mock or ignore him in his presence.

"Are you trying to provoke a war between the East and the West?" the strong member of the Dark Council asked in a mixed voice.

Upon hearing this, Ye Ling raised an eyebrow, "Sure, I'm always ready to accompany you, and I think my clansmen would be quite willing too!"

"Kill!" A hundred Huaxia strongmen shouted loudly, their killing intent soaring to the sky.

Some of the strongmen from the foreign forces had doubts. Was it worth opposing this terrifying guy for the Dark Council?

"Sorry, we, The Holy See, will not participate in your battle," the Saintess said coldly.

It was normal for The Holy See not to participate; they had been arch-enemies with the Dark Council for hundreds of years and wouldn't ally with them just because of Ye Ling.

Perhaps The Holy See might ally with Ye Ling, but they would never ally with the Dark Council; it was a matter of dignity.

"Sorry, we, Thunder's Fury, also will not participate."

"We, Divine Punishment, also will not participate."

Suddenly, two more major organizations declared their stance, leaving the people from the Dark Council gasping for air in anger, almost ready to declare war on everyone present.

Ye Ling sneered disdainfully, "You old coot, are you itching for me to wipe you all out right here?"

"A bunch of ignorant trash. Anyone else who dares to whine, just kill them all, leave none alive!"

"In our Huaxia, what kind of storms do you think you can stir up?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

After speaking, Ye Ling led his people towards the black hole, completely ignoring the anger of the Dark Council, turning the strongest member of the council green in the face.

The nearly three hundred people left walked grandly up to the black hole, and Ye Ling glanced at the crowd: "I'm taking first, no objections, right?"

"Why should you go first, why not me?" the strongest member of the Dark Council retorted.

Ye Ling suddenly became annoyed, "Hey, you old coot, why do you have so many questions?"

"This is Huaxia, everything here was originally ours. I'm being magnanimous in allowing you to take something is already showing you a lot of face."

"Are you trying to force me to lose my temper and slaughter all of the members of your Dark Council?"

Ye Ling's temper flared too, a bunch of blind fools. I'm not worried about the strongmen of Huaxia suffering casualties; do you think I'd really spare you?

Everyone else shut up. Ye Ling snorted coldly and reached his hand towards the black hole.

His spiritual power slowly drifted towards the black hole, as Ye Ling wanted to check what treasures were inside, aiming to grab a top-notch treasure, but the moment his spiritual power entered, it disintegrated instantly.

"Damn it, these bastards really left a trick up their sleeves," cursed Ye Ling in anger.

If cheating didn't work, then let it be up to fate. He grabbed at random and took something out. When he brought it out, everyone was stunned, and the people from the Dark Council burst into laughter.

In Ye Ling's hand was a brick, incredibly dark as if it had been scorched, not emitting even a hint of Spiritual Artifact energy, just an ordinary brick.

Ye Ling's hand, holding the black brick, was trembling, but don't get me wrong, it was definitely from anger—his lungs were about to explode.

"Damn it, what does this mean? Giving me a brick, do you want me to become a mason?" Ye Ling raged. What was the meaning of this—weren't they supposed to be treasures?

Li Tianhao covered his mouth, trembling all over with laughter. He had finally seen Ye Ling taken down a peg—or rather, for the first time. It certainly wasn't easy.

"Alright, alright, you go figure out what's so special about this magical brick. I'll go get my treasure first," Li Tianhao said as he pushed Ye Ling away.

Ye Ling was a bit dumbfounded and walked to the side, his heart not quite ready to give up—he wanted to thoroughly investigate this black brick.

It was completely black and even had burn marks on it. Most importantly, there were some bloodstains on it, though they were clearly from long ago as they had imprinted on the surface.

"I refuse to believe this, watch me use my blood to claim this treasure!" Ye Ling bit his finger and dropped a bead of blood onto the black brick, eagerly watching it.

The drop of blood spread out, silent as could be, not even as loud as a fart—at least a fart makes some noise.

Ye Ling scratched his head, "Blood doesn't work? What now, maybe infuse it with spiritual power!"

Ye Ling, having thought of another method, now channeled all of his spiritual power into the black brick, but it simply wouldn't absorb it.

"I'll just smash you to pieces, you useless thing!" Ye Ling was instantly furious. If it couldn't be used, then what was the point of keeping it!

As he spoke, Ye Ling exerted all his strength, grabbed fiercely, and suddenly the black brick hit the ground. Ye Ling stared dumbfounded at his somewhat reddened palm.

"Damn, it's that hard?" Ye Ling was stunned for a moment, blinked, and quickly picked up the black brick again.

Ye Ling knew his own strength well—if it had been a steel plate, he could've easily poked a big hole in it. But now, having used all of his might, he couldn't even break a brick?

"Is it really that hard? I should find someone to test this." Ye Ling murmured as he stood up and stealthily ran to the back of the queue.

Suddenly, Ye Ling's eyes shone as he arrived beside the Dark Council's strongest warrior, raising the black brick high in his hand, while the people behind were flabbergasted. Ye Ling raised a finger to his lips, signaling them to keep quiet.

Those who saw Ye Ling lift the brick truly lost their sense of innocence—had this guy gone mad, really about to smack the Council's strongest warrior with a brick?

Whoosh, Ye Ling suddenly made his move, the black brick mercilessly striking the warrior's head.

Thump, the strongest warrior of the Dark Council fell to the ground with his body twitching and white foam at his mouth, having fainted away.

Everyone was dumbstruck, turning their heads to the commotion behind them, only to see an innocent-looking Ye Ling standing there, with the brick already tucked into his waistband.

"Eh? What's this? Did he have an epilepsy attack?" Ye Ling asked with feigned concern.

All the members of the Dark Council glared furiously at the black brick tucked into Ye Ling's waistband, and Ye Ling gave an embarrassed, shy smile.

"Aw, I was just testing the hardness of the brick, sorry about that, guys, carry on," said Ye Ling.

Ye Ling ran off in a flash, filled with excitement, gazing at the treasure in his hands. He was convinced the brick was no ordinary object; otherwise, how could it have almost killed a Foundation Establishment Stage warrior with a single strike?

It wasn't long before the Dark Council's strongest warrior stood up, clutching his throbbing head and glaring at Ye Ling with gritted teeth.

What a scoundrel, he actually hit me with a sneak attack using a black brick!

Ye Ling just smiled apologetically, "Oh dear, it wasn't on purpose. It was just a brick; why're you so petty? How're you ever going to accomplish great things?"

Fortunately, the Council's strongest warrior was still preoccupied with the treasure and didn't lose his wits to rush over and start a fight with Ye Ling.

Just as Ye Ling was buzzing with excitement, Li Tianhao, with stars in his eyes, also ran up to Ye Ling, covering something with one hand, and came mysteriously up to him.

"Hehe, my dear brother-in-law, guess what I've got?" Li Tianhao's smile was mysterious.

Ye Ling snorted, "Beat it. Showing off in front of me? Believe it or not, I'll take you down."

Li Tianhao's smile suddenly froze, and he thought to himself if this jerk might actually do it, quickly guarding the thing in his hand even more tightly.