Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

It's over!

This was the first thought that came to Li Lao's mind, truly over.

This unreasonable and terrifying young man had actually handed himself over to Shen Yuexin.

"Who sent you here!" Shen Yuexin's voice was icy cold, and she stood there like the Ice Snow Goddess herself.

Li Lao twisted incessantly, only to be smacked on the head by Ye Ling, stars filling his vision.

"If my wife asks you something and you hesitate for two seconds, young master here will use another electric baton!" Ye Ling threatened fiercely.

Li Lao trembled all over, almost in tears, Oh my dear mother, young master, can that place even handle it?

"If I tell you, can you spare my life?" Li Lao said with a mournful look on his face.

There was a time, just minutes before, when he had told Shen Yuexin that nobody could save her life. Yet now, in just a few minutes, he found himself in this miserable state.

The evil spirits of Donghai City, not daring to speak, whatever it says it does the opposite.

Shen Yuexin stared into Li Lao's eyes: "You killed so many of my brothers; I can only guarantee that I won't torture you to death, nothing more, so don't get your hopes up."

Killed so many of Shen Yuexin's people and still expecting to leave alive?

What a joke, even Ye Ling wouldn't agree to that. If he really let him go, not to mention Shen Yuexin, where would the mighty Immortal Emperor put his face?

"I'd rather die!" Li Lao said stoutly this time, with a certain readiness to face death, although his shaking legs betrayed him, which, of course, could also be the result of the electric baton.

Ye Ling smiled chillingly, "Want to die? That's easy. But before you die, young master here needs to show you some of my methods." Stay connected via empire

As he spoke, Ye Ling kicked Li Lao's shin. A crisp sound of breaking bone echoed, and Li Lao's shin bent grotesquely before collapsing powerlessly.

Broken, his shin was kicked clean through. Yet his thigh was still shaking uncontrollably, no helping it, the fierce electric baton continued its relentless assault.

"Ye Ling, don't beat him to death, I still need to ask him some things," Shen Yuexin said with a slight frown on her brow.

Ye Ling turned and glared at Shen Yuexin, "What are you screaming for, what are you screaming for? Shouldn't you be calling me 'husband'? Not disciplined at home, huh!"

As he spoke, Ye Ling knocked Li Lao to the ground, then, gripping his broken shin, he sneered, "Tsch, old dog, I advise you to confess quickly. Otherwise, even if you speak later, you will have suffered the punishment already."

"Either let me go or kill me!" Li Lao stiffened his neck, showing an air of indifference to his fate.

Ye Ling scoffed with laughter, "Oh, not bad at all, a dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water. Since that's the case, young master here will fulfill your wish."

As he spoke, Ye Ling's fingers moved, Spiritual Power danced between them, gradually forming mysterious, magical, and abstruse runes.

"Let me show you a Divine Skill young master created, this skill will make your perception ten thousand times sharper." With those words, Ye Ling directly injected the dancing Spiritual Power from his fingertips into Li Lao's body.

The once defiant Li Lao suddenly froze, then started screaming terribly, as

The once broken shin had now been crushed into powder by Ye Ling, escalating the already unbearable pain to a point where the old man felt impulsively drawn toward death.

"Ah! You bastard! Just kill me already!" Old Li roared top of his lungs, his True Qi violently stirring within him.

Ye Ling, who was massaging Old Li's shin, paused and then cracked a sinister smile, "What? Planning to detonate your True Qi and commit suicide right under my nose?"

"You think it's that easy. I'll make sure you can't even die if you want to!" Ye Ling said as he pointed with one hand, sending a surge of powerful Spiritual Power into Old Li's body, forming a solid seal that trapped the restless True Qi.

"Now, the time has come to witness a miracle!" Ye Ling declared, raising his ten fingers before suddenly pressing down.

Crack, a crisp sound followed as an imprint of his finger caused a bone to collapse and shatter.

Ye Ling let out a grim cold laugh as he looked at Old Li, who now had a ghostly pale face and was dripping with sweat, and pressed down again with his fingers, creating ten more bone pits.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" Old Li could no longer withstand the brutal torment and cried out desperately.

Ye Ling looked stunned, glancing at the ice-cold Shen Yuexin beside him before exclaiming in disbelief, "Damn, surrendering so soon?"

"This old dog can't take it anymore? You really have no backbone, I'm disappointed in you!"

"Let's torment him a bit more to quell the anger in your heart, my dear wife," Ye Ling said as he stood up and dusted off his hands.

Upon hearing these words, Old Li nearly passed out, now only longing for death, yearning for its embrace. At this moment, he truly understood the meaning of death being a luxury.

"Forget it, I'm afraid he might not survive and die on us, then we can't get anything out of him," Shen Yuexin said taking a deep breath.

Shen Yuexin felt no discomfort towards Ye Ling's methods of tormenting Old Li, as nothing could compensate for the death of Yuan Heng and the others in her eyes.

"Tch, I thought you were afraid of something else. Don't worry, even if he doesn't talk, I have my ways of finding out," Ye Ling said with a proud smile.

The still-twitching Old Li on the ground spat out a mouthful of blood upon hearing this, praying to the heavens and earth to strike down this detestable scoundrel with lightning.

You've had a way to know this whole time, yet you haven't used it, instead choosing to torture me!

However, if Old Li knew that not even the vast heavens and earth could subdue this defiant abomination, it's uncertain what his reaction would be.

"Let him speak," Shen Yuexin shook her head. It wasn't that she was soft-hearted—she was just eager to know who the mastermind behind the scenes was.

"Speak up, and make it clear this time, or else I'll make sure you're not happy," Ye Ling said with a smile, making Old Li tremble all over.

Old Li nodded and looked at Shen Yuexin, "Miss Shen, you should have guessed by now—it's Young Master Fu."

Young Master Fu?

Upon hearing this, Ye Ling immediately became enraged—what era was it to still have a "young master" around.

"Fu Donglai?" Shen Yuexin asked, taken aback.

Old Li nodded and then forced a miserable smile, "Just kill me, please, no more tormenting."

Ye Ling glanced at Shen Yuexin, who gave a nod, understanding who was behind it all rendered Old Li's life inconsequential.

Ye Ling nodded and prepared to strike Old Li with a fierce palm, but at that moment, in a cliché twist, a figure came rushing from a distance, yelling, "Spare him!"

As the figure rushed to Old Li's side, Shen Yuexin paused in surprise, "Shenfeng?"