Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

The Saintess probably never dreamt that these people would actually strike at her; she would never believe it even if she were beaten to death.

Ye Ling was supposed to be standing right by her side, could she not even compare to a scoundrel thug?

Though she thought this, the Saintess suddenly lifted her Divine Staff, divine light flickering, and directly blasted the incoming five-clawed attack, with a piercing clangor of iron rings.

Thunk, thunk, thunk, the Saintess's body kept retreating explosively, her complexion slightly pale. Being forced to face the enemy in haste, she was somewhat at a disadvantage, at the very least not able to unleash her full strength.

And the powerhouse who ambushed the Saintess wasn't faring any better, with a swollen hand, and a ring of faint white mist swirling around the palm, hissing as it devoured the flesh and bones of the attacker.

"What the hell is this! What exactly is this power!" The attacker retreated to where Crow and the others were standing, struggling to use his own Spiritual Power to fight against the mist that was devouring his flesh and bones.

Crow let out a cold laugh, "This is, of course, what The Holy See calls the supremely exalted purification, all that bullshit about purifying demons, purifying evil, it's all bloody nonsense. This is destruction!"

Grinding her teeth, the Saintess rapidly retreated next to Ye Ling, as it seemed that under the current circumstances, Ye Ling somehow appeared more trustworthy.

"Ya-ho, beauty, seems like my personal charm is greater, huh, tsk tsk." Ye Ling chuckled, reaching out to embrace the Saintess, only to be pushed away by her.

"Keep your hands to yourself, or don't blame me for defecting to the other side and joining forces to execute you!"

Grinding her teeth with rage, the Saintess shouted, but Ye Ling just laughed, laughed so wantonly that tears came to his eyes.

"Are you stupid? Are you? It's obvious, their target isn't just me, it's both of us, otherwise why would they kill you first, what's the bloody point?"

Ye Ling spoke nonchalantly, though his gaze gradually turned icy, the irreverent smirk on his face fading away.

"Why! What grievances does The Holy See have with you people!" The Saintess demanded, looking at Crow and the others.

Of course, what she really wanted to know was about the other five individuals. The Holy See and the Dark Council had been bitter rivals for many years, harboring a hatred as deep as life and death, so asking was as good as asking nothing.

"Sorry, this Elder has given each of them ten drops of dark holy liquid, enabling them to join me in executing the two of you!"

Crow, the Elder, chuckled, but the Saintess's eyes widened in shock. Had this guy gone mad? The dark holy liquid was immensely precious, capable of enhancing one's physical strength and even perfecting one's genetic structure.

Even The Holy See was greatly tempted by the dark holy liquid, yet Crow, the bastard, was so magnanimous as to give away ten drops to each person.

"Don't you fear the retribution from The Holy See!" The Saintess hissed through clenched teeth. Crow's stakes were too high—for her to match—leaving her with no choice but to threaten.

The Holy See, nestled within a small country, was the largest and most fearsome organization in the world. Under its sharp fangs, no one dared to oppose it.

Even the Dark Council, which remained hidden in the shadows, would only sporadically wage war against it, never daring to easily provoke such a formidable behemoth.

"Sorry, after we kill you, then we'll pin the blame on Ye Ling. I bet the Pope will be so furious that he'll grab his staff and come make a ruckus in the East, seeking vengeance for you!"

Crow laughed uproariously, but his expression shifted slightly, prompting the other five individuals to encircle Ye Ling and the Saintess, their bodies brimming with Spiritual Power, ready to strike at any moment.

"You hear that, blockhead? They're after you. Little old me is just an add-on, and I'm also going to be victim to some unjust slander because of you."

"If I help you escape, how will you thank me? Are you planning to offer yourself in gratitude? Haha!"

Ye Ling stood with hands on hips, not seeming to take the six of them seriously at all; even if he couldn't beat all six of them together, couldn't he still run away?

"If you rescue me, The Holy See will surely be grateful to you, may the Lord's glory shine upon you and bless you!"

The Saintess chanted softly, her face stern and sacred, radiating a majestic glow that pulsed gently.

"Get lost, don't talk to me about the Holy See. What the hell is the use in them being grateful to me?"

"Alright, enough messing around. Get ready and follow my lead—we're escaping together!"

"Run!"

Whoosh, Ye Ling grabbed the Saintess and their figures turned into a blur, breaking through the defenses set by the six people who were ready and waiting, and they fled.

"Chase them! We absolutely can't let the two of them get away, or else we'll be unable to bear the wrath of both the Holy See and Huaxia's organizations. Hurry!"

The other five powerhouses assumed that Ye Ling was the illegitimate son of a big shot from some powerful Huaxia organization, otherwise why would someone so young be so frighteningly powerful.

The crow's face was ashen; that damned bastard, his words just now clearly indicated a readiness for a fight to the death, so why had he suddenly run away? That wasn't the behavior of a warrior.

Whoosh, whoosh, several powerhouses exerted all their might desperately chasing after Ye Ling and the Saintess, their bodies enveloped in billowing Spiritual Power, turning into afterimages as they pursued.

Meanwhile in mid-air, Ye Ling was anxious, "You're really heavy, you know. I can hardly even run with you on my back!"

"You actually ran? The great Divine Spirits of the Holy See have taught us that battle demands fighting to the death, never fleeing. This isn't what Divine Spirits would do."

The Saintess was somewhat incredulous, having been instilled with all sorts of absurd logic from custom-tailored textbooks since she was a child.

"Fight my ass, fight! That day at the International Building, did the Divine Spirits of your Holy See see me run? Go to hell with your fancy nonsense. Do whatever you want!"

Ye Ling cursed furiously, at a time like this, and she still spouted such nonsense. If you want to fight, then fight, but don't blame me if you die.

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The Saintess also spoke up directly, unsurprisingly choosing to live. At least this was a sincere decision.

Whoosh, whoosh, several figures streaked across the sky like shooting stars, twinkling mid-air.

"Saintess, Ye Ling! Stop right there and fight us!"

"Fallen Ye Ling, running away isn't the spirit of a great warrior. Come and fight!"

"Fight your sister, fight! If one of you comes at me, and I don't beat you until even your mother can't recognize you, I'll walk on my head from now on!"

The two groups were engaged in a verbal battle high in the sky. If it had been just Ye Ling, he would have thrown off those six people long ago, maybe even found an opportunity to counter-kill, but now, with the Saintess in tow, he could hardly think of escape, much less actually accomplish it.

Should he just abandon the Saintess? What did her life or death matter to him?

In an instant, the thought crossed Ye Ling's mind but was immediately dismissed.

What a crappy idea; since she chose to trust him, he had to live up to his own reputation.

Yeah, he was the honest and reliable young man, after all. How could he let someone down?

"Get ready to turn around! Give it everything you've got for one decisive strike!"

In the midst of fleeing, Ye Ling's eyes gradually sharpened, a sudden killing intent flashing forth.