Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 590 600: A Host of Demons

Everyone, what could make Little White refer to something as "everyone"?

In midair, a black coffin flew by with great speed. This coffin was truly enormous, measuring a full ten meters in length and three meters wide.

A coffin, flying?

With a thud, the coffin smashed down onto the mountaintop. The immense force caused all the poisonous insects on the mountain's peak to collapse and their venomous blood to spill everywhere.

The master sitting on the bluestone suddenly darkened his face, "You old undying thing, every time you come, you have to smash my treasures; are you trying to provoke me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lid of the coffin creaked open, and a person flew out from the giant coffin.

This person was enveloped in the aura of death, void of any vitality, with stiff eyes filled with a tinge of bloodthirsty red and covered in black hair.

Hei Jiang!

Ye Ling was startled; goddamn, this thing actually exists—a big aberration! After death, this person practiced to perfection and became a zombie.

The most famous was the historically renowned golden-haired zombie Hsigo, wherever it went, fire blazed through the sky, terrifying to the extreme, it was a fearsome beast.

Hei Jiang bared his teeth, his movements stiff and terrifying to watch, "You old poison master, you've got more than enough of these grass bugs, do you even care about this little bit?"

"He He, old poison master, your cultivation hasn't made much progress, has it? So long and you're still only at the middle stage of Tribulation Transcending, too weak, too weak!"

As Hei Jiang spoke, Ye Ling was stunned, what middle stage of Tribulation Transcending? Clearly, it was the early stage of Divine Infant, much stronger than your late stage of Tribulation Transcending, isn't it?

However, when Ye Ling turned back and looked at the old poison master again, he was taken aback; damn it, how had it become the middle stage of Tribulation Transcending?

It was all intentional; this bastard was playing dumb, pretending to be weak. It seemed the fool would soon be in trouble.

Seeing that the old poison master ignored him, Hei Jiang turned to stare intently at Ye Ling, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Who is this! Old poison master, he's not your friend, is he? His flesh, it smells delicious."

"Don't know him. He says he's just here to climb the mountain, do you believe that?"

Upon hearing the old poison master say this, Hei Jiang's face instantly darkened, and from him as the center, a terrifying aura burst forth.

Billowing energy surged, slamming wildly towards Ye Ling, with no effort to conceal the might of late-stage Tribulation Transcending cultivation. With a step, he lunged at Ye Ling in a frenzied attack.

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Humming, Hei Jiang raised his palm, giving a fierce slap. Wherever it reached, even the air crackled, and in Hei Jiang's palm, a wisp of green flame rapidly spread.

Boom! A fiendish grin spread across Hei Jiang's face. But when Ye Ling firmly caught the oncoming palm with his fair hand, Hei Jiang was completely stunned.

Not only was Hei Jiang completely dumbfounded, but even the old poison master's expression fluctuated wildly, with a twitching mouth—definitely a formidable figure!

"Want to eat me? Heh, I'm afraid you'd lose your teeth, so you better save it and gnaw on the coffin lid instead, if you have nothing else to do."

"I didn't come here for anything special, just looking for someone. Carry on with your business; I won't interfere."

Ye Ling released Hei Jiang, giving a slight smile, while Hei Jiang gasped violently, his chest collapsing and puffing up, terrifyingly so, with plumes of black smoke billowing from his nostrils.

Shortly thereafter, within a few minutes, a stream of powerful figures flew toward this location, a total of twelve silhouettes. Among them, the strongest was merely at the early stage of Tribulation Transcending, and there was only one such person.

The weakest was at the middle stage of Golden Core, with the majority being at that same stage; there were very few at the late stage of Golden Core.

Only one person, a woman, barefoot and dressed in a deep blue gown, had a face of flawless beauty and an indifferent expression. Her arms were as smooth as white jade, sending tremors of awe through the hearts of those who beheld her.

With a delicate step, she glided across the sky, her presence utterly dignified, her face emanating sanctity and an extraordinary nobility.

This woman's cultivation had reached the formidable late stage of Tribulation Transcending, and she was even half a step into the terrifying early stage of Divine Infant.

"Grand Sorcerer Bai Zhai, paying respects to the Saintess!"

The old poisoner seated on the bluestone hurriedly jumped down, kneeling on the ground with utmost devotion. However, Ye Ling sensed a trace of conspiracy emanating from him.

Wasn't it said that none of the Grand Sorcerers from the eighteen clans possessed cultivation higher than the Saintess? So why did this man's cultivation far surpass that of the Saintess, and more importantly, why was he in disguise?

The other eleven individuals were also Grand Sorcerers of their respective clans. In the clans from where no Grand Sorcerer had come, their former Grand Sorcers had died and new ones had not yet been chosen.

The Saintess nodded, surveying her surroundings. Suddenly, her gaze fell upon Ye Ling, and she paused in surprise, then a powerful aura emanated from her.

Rustling erratically, the surrounding trees trembled wildly, and the Saintess, standing barefoot in midair, saw her skirt flaring furiously around her.

Her face, even more exquisite than Shen Yuexin's, showed a hint of an ethnic minority's fiery charm, offering a distinctly different allure.

"Who are you! Speak!"

The Saintess demanded coldly, and all thirteen Grand Sorcerers fixated their gazes on Ye Ling, their formidable auras enveloping her instantaneously.

Feigning fear, Ye Ling took two steps back, "Tsk, tsk, why such a temper? I'm just passing by, here to find someone, nothing more. You all please, carry on."

Without waiting for the Saintess to speak again, Hei Jiang took a step forward, raising one hand, and the huge black coffin lying on the ground flew up, standing perpendicular in midair.

The coffin was immense, its shadow casting an unbounded oppression, and the other Grand Sorcerers were startled by Hei Jiang's action.

This man, one of the strongest of the Flying Zombie clan. If he chose to attack, none except the Saintess herself would likely escape.

"Saintess, let's not waste words here. Today is the annual meeting of the eighteen clans; what is it that you summoned me for?"

"Could it be that my Flying Zombie clan has somehow fallen under the jurisdiction of your eighteen clans?"

Ignoring Ye Ling upon hearing Hei Jiang's questioning, the Saintess turned, her face solemn, "Grand Sorcerer Hei Jiang, I want to ask you. In these past six months, several Grand Sorcerers of my eighteen clans have been murdered, their souls mysteriously vanished. Was that your doing?"

"Moreover, in my clans, some young girls who were unmarried got pregnant, not through indiscretions but because they were turned into ghost mothers. Was that your doing?"

"These ghost mothers were all brutally killed within six months, the ghost fetuses disappeared, and the maternal energy was absorbed by someone. It goes against the natural order!"

The Saintess's momentum was overwhelming, her voice thunderous as she declared this, the heavens and earth seemed to be filled with her terrifying aura, like thunder ready to erupt in fury!