Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 595 605: The Tragic Poison Sovereign

The Divine Infant Realm, one step is like a whole new world, and that's not just an empty phrase.

Once you reach this realm, it is the final stage before becoming immortal. It involves the essence of the Heavenly Dao and enlightenment, and it's not something one can break through just by having enough Spiritual Power.

Therefore, even against someone at the Divine Infant Middle Stage, Ye Ling had to use all kinds of methods and put forth his full effort; otherwise, he would certainly fail to kill them and might even get injured himself.

But as long as it's not someone in the Divine Infant Late Stage, that's good news for Ye Ling.

Poison Sovereign felt a tremendous sense of humiliation when he saw the two opposite him not speaking, seemingly ignoring his existence.

"Dammit, I am a peerless powerhouse at the Divine Infant Middle Stage, and yet you two dare to ignore me speaking? This is provocation, the utmost disrespect to me!"

"You're not speaking, which means I guessed right. Surely you must have heard from my disciple before he died—that I, Poison Sovereign, have never been challenged like this for a thousand years."

"Now, you have angered me. You've crossed my bottom line, and as a reward, I am going to grant you death, and that includes your family members. So cherish your final moments."

"Of course, dying by my hand, you should feel proud. I am an Elder of the Xuantian Palace, although you probably don't know of Xuantian Palace's existence."

"But you should understand that to die by the hands of the Xuantian Palace is akin to receiving a grace, just like from an Imperial Dynasty."

Watching Poison Sovereign babble on, Ye Ling took a deep breath, "I'm saying, you old fart, are you going to fight or not? If not, get lost, take your cheap disciple's corpse and bury it."

"Babble, you babble on there, does it make you seem clever or eloquent? With a face so full of wrinkles, aren't you afraid that flapping those folds will squash a mosquito or fly to death?"

"Have some shame. If I were you, I would've thrown myself off White Encampment Mountain already. Understanding oneself is enough, it spares me the effort."

Ye Ling's words left Poison Sovereign completely dumbfounded. Damn it, you actually dare to curse me, curse me, the great Poison Sovereign!

"You dare to curse me! You bastard, you son of a turtle! I am going to kill you, kill you!"

Poison Sovereign roared in madness, his black robe billowing with sound, and a wisp of an odd black light began to show on the surface of his body, mysterious and profound.

But Ye Ling only laughed, "Goddamn it, you hermaphrodite."

"You damn call me a hermaphrodite!"

"I curse anyone who chimes in. You hermaphrodite, you hook-nosed eagle, born to be cursed at. If I were you, I'd scram early, save a couple of bucks, maybe then you could afford the bus."

"People like you, born with a hard-luck face, to live this long is a blessing from heaven itself. If I were you, I'd dig my own grave, find peace early on. Why bother hopping around, goddamn it!"

Competing in insults with Ye Ling?

That's simply a foolish endeavor. Ye Ling has a sharp tongue, known as the Tooth-Toughie. To trade barbs with him would almost cause Poison Sovereign to explode in anger.

Feeling the three corpse spirits within him about to burst from anger, Poison Sovereign gritted his teeth, "You freaking brat, curse me one more time, who the hell are 'respect your elders and cherish the young' meant for!"

"Respect and cherish? Are you freaking old? You're practically a turtle already, having lived for a thousand years. Live a few more years, and you'll be an old turtle."

"Haven't you heard the saying, 'a thousand-year-old turtle, a ten-thousand-year-old turtle?' You, you're just a blind old turtle."

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you something, your grandpa's, your grandpa's!"

Ye Ling chuckled, and the Poison Sovereign across from him looked stupefied, his chest heaving violently, so much that his body trembled and a mouthful of old blood was spat out.

Wu Wa at the side was dumbfounded. This might as well be a bizarre tale for the ages, ridiculing someone to the point of making them cough up blood. Truly an oddity.

"Tsk tsk, quite the temper. Tell me about your thousand years of life, spending every day in the Xuantian Palace, never seeing a woman. I guess even a pig would do for you, huh?"

Ye Ling grinned, gripping the Primal Sword Embryo tightly in his hand, ready to strike at any moment. He had intentionally provoked the Poison Sovereign, aiming to make him irrational and give himself an opportunity.

"Bastard, bastard! If I don't kill you, then I, the Poison Sovereign, might as well be a eunuch. I will kill you, kill you!"

The Poison Sovereign yelled madly, but in the next moment, a dazzling light flashed before his eyes, causing him to be greatly alarmed. His skin prickled with sweat as he felt a hint of a death threat.

Despite his panic, the Poison Sovereign was after all a fearsome powerhouse in the Divine Infant Middle Stage. His palm suddenly lifted, and a pair of black claws quietly appeared in his hands.

With a clang, the Poison Sovereign raised his hands and blocked Ye Ling's sword strike. However, the gloves he was wearing nearly shattered from the impact.

"You bastard! How dare you ambush me!"

The Poison Sovereign roared, prompting Ye Ling to burst into laughter. "You fool, moron, idiot. This is a fight to the death, and the loser dies. Did you really think I'm as stupid as you?"

"Hey, look over there, is that Xuanling Zi?!"

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Ye Ling suddenly exclaimed. The Poison Sovereign swiftly turned around, but there was no one there, only a few trees swaying in the tempestuous wind.

In the next moment, the Poison Sovereign had a bad feeling, damn it, he'd been tricked by that damned guy again.

Behind him, a cold wind whooshed. The Poison Sovereign roared, a terrifying aura bursting from within him as the unmatched power of the Divine Infant Middle Stage surged in his body.

"A broken sword thinks to kill me?"

The Poison Sovereign turned around and bellowed in a frenzy, but the next moment his eyes widened, his face paling suddenly, bloodshot veins webbing his eyes.

His lower body, his groin, ached immensely, as if his testicles had been smashed, his legs involuntarily twisting.

The sword in Ye Ling's hand had vanished, replaced by the Godslayer Stone, an object renowned in both the East and West, whose glorious track record had just been further extended.

"Damn it, there's still something there. I thought you were so old you might have shriveled up already."

Ye Ling sneered coldly. The Poison Sovereign howled furiously, a mass of black fog suddenly appearing in his hand, raging towards Ye Ling to attack him.

The fearsome black fog seemed to corrode even the space itself, quickly enveloping Ye Ling entirely.

His face still pale, the Poison Sovereign smirked viciously. "Having ingested my poison, even if you're stronger, you can't escape my grasp!"

Feeling the pain in his groin, the Poison Sovereign took a deep breath, filled with rage. Damn it, killing him wouldn't be enough to quell his anger.

But just when the Poison Sovereign thought he had the upper hand, suddenly, Ye Ling, shrouded in the black fog, moved.

Buzzing, strands of golden light flashed forth, each beam piercing through the black fog, howling as if breaking through the gloomy sky.

A miniature Golden Dragon coiled around Ye Ling's body, raising its head to roar.