Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

A strand of light danced in midair, the brightness previously insignificant, yet at this moment it became everyone's hope.

With a thunderous rumble, darkness trembled; as the light grew increasingly brighter, the entire darkness collapsed completely, riddled with cracks like glass.

Ye Ling was disrupted by this commotion and stood up, expressing his dissatisfaction, "What the hell? It's over just like that? I haven't even figured out the secret of this black brick yet."

The mysterious Golden Core that was Ye Ling was completely baffled, he had only just begun to study the black brick, but the darkness had unexpectedly shattered, what a damn inconvenience, interrupting his research.

The rest of the people all came to their senses, finding themselves standing in an open space, gasping for air as if they had escaped death. Among them, many came very close to giving in to failure.

Out of nearly two hundred people, about half had failed; they would not be able to continue on, while those who had succeeded in the trial received no further rewards, prompting Ye Ling to curse about the stinginess.

The remaining hundred continued onward, following the guidance of a voice to a massive stone stele. The stele was incredibly wide, several zhang in width and its height reached into the clouds, piercing the sky.

"A test of strength, those who can leave a mark upon the stone stele possess the qualification to continue. The victor will receive a storage ring."

As the voice slowly faded, Ye Ling's eyes lit up; finally, a treasure, a storage ring!

Just like the storage rings in online fictional novels, it contained a sealed space within which one could store some inanimate objects, an indispensable magical tool for cultivators.

However, storage rings were generally only created by those mighty beings beyond the Golden Core Stage, therefore Ye Ling had always been thinking of ways to acquire one, forcibly if necessary.

"I'll go first!" declared a burly foreign man with special abilities, towering and muscular, his blond hair wild as a lion's mane, his body hair lush, his voice hearty.

Ye Ling watched the speaking man and sneered to himself; this fellow must have inherited the strength of a giant bear, but if he thought he could easily leave a mark on this stele, he was sorely mistaken.

Ye Ling recognized this stone stele, forged from Strike-Gold Stone, its hardness was fearsome; ordinary Innate stage powerhouses could not easily leave a mark upon it.

The man approached the stele, bellowed, and his arms swung with great force, his fist smashing down mightily.

Thud.

The dull sound echoed, and everyone stared intently at the stele, especially the man who had struck, his nerves taut, yet he remained confident.

But in the next moment, his confidence turned to shock; the stele was as smooth as glass, not even a hairline mark left behind.

Failure!

With the first person failed, everyone felt the pressure mounting; many steadied their increasingly frantic minds.

The second individual stepped forward, the strongest member of the Dark Council. His expression cold, he reached the stele, leapt into the air, swung his arm, and fiercely slapped the stele.

The prominent member of the Dark Council stepped away, demeanor still calm, and on the spot where his palm struck the stele, a shallow palm imprint appeared.

He had succeeded!

The Foundation Establishment Stage fighter of the Dark Council had finally triumphed, his success acting as a tonic for all, although they knew his strength ranked among the top of the group, at least it was a bit of hope, wasn't it?

One after another stepped up, using all their might to strike the stele, some succeeding, others failing, with a high rate of failure. Yet, in a short span of time, many were eliminated.

Half of the Huaxia powerhouses had failed too; there was nothing to be done, cheating was impossible here, and in the face of real strength, it was an absolute test.

Heitu Baiyun also approached the stele, spiritual power surging within, boundless strength flashing in his palms.

Thump, a fist smashed down onto the stone stele, but no imprint appeared—both of them looked disheartened, defeated, just like that, they had failed.

Li Tianhao looked at Ye Ling with an embarrassed expression, "I didn't know this place was so magical. I didn't make use of the two of them; I'm really sorry."

In fact, Li Tianhao's meaning was simple; he had thought there might be a formation or a mechanism inside, which is why he had brought Heitu Baiyun along. But after arriving, he realized he was wrong, completely wrong; the things inside couldn't be explained by common logic.

Ye Ling shook his head and walked over to a dejected Heitu and Baiyun with a smile, "It's okay, at least you've tried, and you've gained something too, right?"

The two nodded, "Sorry we couldn't help you. We won't take the commission since we've also obtained what we deserve."

Ye Ling chuckled, "Watch me as I avenge you two!"

With those words, Ye Ling walked out, everyone's eyes firmly fixed on him—he was the strongest among them. Let's see if he could succeed.

Ye Ling looked indifferent as he approached the stone stele, his arm swaying lightly, his palm slapped the stele gently, as if he were swatting a mosquito, seemingly without any strength.

Turning around, Ye Ling gave a sly grin while everyone was stunned—was this guy joking around?

This could leave an imprint on the stone stele?

But as Ye Ling walked back, everyone's eyes widened—in the stone stele, a deep palm imprint appeared out of nowhere.

"Damn! He must be a monster, right?"

"Is this guy cheating? This is a joke, right? Just a casual slap and he drove it into the stone stele?"

"Protest! I want to protest; he must have cheated!"

The crowd of failures all shouted out loud; they couldn't accept it. Why could Ye Ling drive an imprint into the stele with just a casual slap?

Ye Ling looked at the most rowdy woman and sneered, "What's the matter? Can't accept defeat?"

"If you can't stand it, come over here. I'll flatten your chest with a slap. If I can't flatten it, I'll leave myself!"

As soon as Ye Ling said that, the rowdy woman was stunned and her face turned red and pale, while a man beside her was extremely excited, "Dai Ya, let him slap! How could a chest possibly be flattened? Let him slap, if he can't do it, he loses!"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Go to hell, why don't you let him slap your 'little brother'? You damn busybody, enjoying the chaos!" the rowdy woman cursed angrily. What a joke.

With Ye Ling's enormous strength, anyone sturdy enough to take a slap from him wouldn't die would be crippled.

Ye Ling sneered coldly; if he really slapped her, he could kill her with one slap, not to mention flatten.

Next, Shenfeng and others made their appearance. Shenfeng was a bit tricky as he took out the longsword he obtained. His body's spiritual power surged, and with a fierce thrust, he stabbed a crack directly onto the stone stele.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Was this a joke? Were weapons allowed?

"Aren't you too shameless to use weapons?"

"Exactly! We all used our fists or legs. You're cheating!"

The crowd complained again, and Ye Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, "I find you people have too many complaints. Did we ever forbid you from using weapons?"

"Come on! Whoever has a problem, step up, I promise I won't slap him to death!"