Strongest Immortal Emperor in City

Ming Yuan, who was at a disadvantage, let out a series of angry howls. He was like a toad whose back was pressed tightly by a finger, unable to move. He kept struggling, but to no avail.    

    

With a ripping sound, it clenched its black giant claws tightly. Cracks began to appear on the surface of the thousand-mile dam. After the first crack appeared, the dam collapsed and the ant's nest collapsed. Immediately following that was a series of tearing sounds. Cracking sounds could be heard. Finally, it was as if the pair of giant claws had accidentally fallen to the ground, crushing an egg that had yet to shatter. The ground was covered in cracks, and streams of black energy leaked out from the cracks. The collapse was unavoidable.    

    

Ming Yuan's face turned red, then black. He still couldn't believe that he, who was so powerful, would actually lose to a Nascent Soul Stage human. This must be an illusion, an illusion.    

    

Therefore, he was still persisting. Even if he saw that his claw was full of wounds, he would rather believe that the golden long stick above his head would break into pieces at the next moment.    

    

However...    

    

With a clear cracking sound, Ming Yuan's Demon Claw... With its beautiful dream shattered, countless black butterflies spread out, a golden light was shining from the center of Ming Yuan's head, from the center of his body. It fell straight down.    

    

The tip of the sword touched the ground and time seemed to freeze at this moment. Ming Yuan still maintained his struggling posture, but he did not move. His eyes were so wide that they almost popped out of his eyes. He was filled with unwillingness and disbelief.    

    

In the next moment, a large amount of black blood extended from the top of Ming Yuan's head to the bottom of his tail. It was like an underground hot spring that was under immense pressure, gushing out from the cracks. In an instant, the ground was dyed black.    

    

Ming Yuan's legs swayed, and blood splattered. Slowly, he knelt down on the ground.    

    

"No... Impossible... Why... Why?"    

    

A ferocious wound was left in the middle of his lips and he slowly spat out these words. His head, which was looking up at the sky, also drooped down powerlessly. He looked like a hero who was dying, as if he was on a battlefield dyed red by the setting sun. A warrior wearing several swords knelt on the ground.    

    

"I am... King of Fierce Demons... King of Fierce Demons!"    

    

The next moment, these few words slowly came out from Ming Yuan's mouth.    

    

"Fighting devil... descend!"    

    

"Boom!"    

    

The black tornado that covered the entire wilderness, with Ming Yuan as the center. Without any warning, it appeared in less than a second and immediately displayed its power. In the entire wilderness, the black tornado wreaked havoc, and even affected the grassland outside the Flower Demon King City.    

    

After the golden pillar of light shot up into the sky, Cultivator from the Flower Demon King City saw another shocking scene - a black tornado suddenly appeared on the horizon, connecting the sky and the earth.    

    

An evil black wind was blowing in the sky above the Flower Demon King City, and the wind carried an incomparable aura of death. The gloomy sky began to be filled with black lightning, and the dark clouds kept sinking. It looked like the sky was about to collapse.    

    

The civilians who were praying just now saw the scene of the end of the world. They thought it was the anger of the gods, and the streets and alleys were filled with cries. Some worked even harder to cry and pray, while others hid in their own homes. The doors and windows were tightly shut, choosing to escape in vain.    

    

Cultivator was once again shocked. The evil black tornado that pierced through the heaven and earth only sent a trace of violent Demonic Qi along with a trace of pressure that made them feel powerless to resist.    

    

It was only now that they realized what was happening. They knew what kind of terrifying monster the owner of the golden light pillar was fighting with. The enemy's strength was not inferior to his at all.    

    

These Cultivator didn't know why there was such a powerful expert in Flower Demon King City. He also didn't know why such a terrifying Demonic Qi would appear on this small planet.    

    

What they knew now was that thousands of miles away, there was a powerful hero who was fighting a bitter battle with a terrifying monster. He was fighting silently for them and the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in Flower Demon King City.    

    

A heavy rain fell from the sky, instantly wetting the densely packed streets. Standing on top of the city wall, Cultivator, who was wearing armor, had no idea who started the fight. The first person solemnly bowed towards the wasteland as a junior. Then the second, the third... As if they were infected by a virus, one group after another, one group after another. Unwittingly, all of Cultivator, who were standing on the streets and city walls, they all bowed solemnly in the same direction.    

    

No matter if they were righteous, unruly, proud, and aloof...    

    

In a corner of the street, Lu Neng and the others who'd once acted as if they were the bullies of the weak and upheld the indifferent and emotionless rules of the law of the jungle were bowing solemnly as well.    

    

Cultivator had always been high and mighty. Even if he did not admit it, most people would subconsciously think that he was superior to the common people when they faced them.    

    

Now, they realized what they had done before. In the areas they didn't know about... In places they couldn't see, there was a powerhouse worthy of the title of hero... They silently protected them, these people never revealed their identities... They had never thought of being supported by the masses, nor had they ever thought of ascending to the throne of the hero. They were just silently, willing to protect the things they wanted to protect.    

    

What about himself?    

    

It was just fighting and killing. After killing a few Demonic Beasts, he raised his chin proudly in front of the commoners, showing an attitude that said, I am your saviour. You have to be grateful and serve me well.    

    

At this moment, there was no distinction between good and bad, no race. Whether he was the proud and heroic Cultivator in front of the civilians or not, as long as he was a part of the Flower Demon King City, he would bow.    

    

It was not because of anything else, but because tens of thousands of souls resonated with one word at the same time - hero.    

    

Fight! Countless voices that came from the souls shouted. They could not even get within a hundred miles of the evil tornado. The only thing they could do was to convey this respect and blessing with their souls.    

    

...    

    

As expected, a single strike would not be able to cause any fatal damage to the demon king.    

    

In the center of the tornado, Ye Chen stabbed the long stick into the ground and held it tightly, resisting the blowing of the storm. He had a vague idea in his mind.    

    

The situation... was a little bad. His consciousness seemed to be gradually blurring. The hands that were holding the Divine Treasure... seemed to have lost all feeling...    

    

The backlash of the Divine Treasure was far from what an ordinary Cultivator could imagine. Even Ye Chen, who had a divine body protecting him, could not use it for a long time.    

    

If one looked closely, one could see that Ye Chen's hands had lost their vitality like withered tree bark.