Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Jiang Tian's voice trembled as he looked at the familiar figure of Jiang Xiaobai in front of him, wondering why he felt so estranged.

Yes, Jiang Xiaobai had always been proud since he was a child, always causing trouble for him, but that did not mean that he would grow up to be a contemptible scoundrel despised by countless people.

Yes, their Jiang Family was a distinguished family, a clan that had grown over bloodshed. You could say it lacked culture, but not that it lacked manners.

But why, why had Jiang Xiaobai turned into this? Jiang Tian simply could not imagine.

Jiang Xiaobai's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at his father, and, grinding his teeth, he said, "Why! Why am I defeated!"

"What's wrong with Mo Siqing! What's wrong with the Mo Family! Isn't it just relying on an old guy clinging to life! I, Jiang Xiaobai, do not accept it; my Jiang Family is not inferior to the Mo Family!"

"Want to catch me? Ha-ha, wait for your next life! I, Jiang Xiaobai, was born a person of excellence; I damn well don't accept anyone!"

"Ye Ling! Mo Xing! If you have the guts, just kill me! If you don't kill me, sooner or later, I will kill your entire families!"

Jiang Xiaobai had completely lost his mind; uttering such outrageous words, Jiang Tian's face changed drastically, fear flashing in his eyes.

"Dare to insult my grandfather?! I'll damn slaughter you!"

Mo Xing roared madly, his figure flashed, and with one kick to Jiang Xiaobai's head, Jiang Xiaobai fell to the ground with a thud, blood spewing from his mouth.

Ye Ling too sneered, striding forward, he grabbed Jiang Xiaobai's hair, then turned to Jiang Tian with a cold smile, "Uncle Jiang, I will discipline this bastard for you. You wouldn't mind that, would you?"

With those words, Ye Ling yanked hard with his arm and then slammed Jiang Xiaobai's head against the wall. With a dull thud, Jiang Xiaobai's body slumped and fell to the ground.

Blood flowed down from Jiang Xiaobai's forehead, and Jiang Tian, standing by, took a deep breath, holding back from intervening.

At this point, if he still recklessly protected his son, that would mean a full-scale war with the Mo Family, a price he was not qualified to provoke.

Moreover, the old man from the Mo Family was fit and hale, whereas his own father was bedridden with serious illness. It was clear to any discerning eye whether he would live out the year.

So picking a fight with the Mo Family at such a critical juncture was a choice only a fool would make. Furthermore, Jiang Xiaobai dared to insult that old man; if things were taken seriously, his own grandfather might rise from his sickbed and personally execute the direct grandson who insulted his comrade-in-arms.

"Jiang Tian, I think you should give us, the Mo Family, an explanation for this matter. Otherwise, even if it's a younger generation member, our Mo Family will not rest until we are even!"

Mo Zishu ground his teeth, his face ashen with anger. The fact that he didn't rush up and strangle the bastard to death for insulting his father in his presence was already a very educated response.

"What a fool who does not know life from death, with just you, you dare to judge those elders who have thrown their heads for the country and shed their hot blood? Without them, you damn wouldn't even know what you'd be!"

Fire flashed in Ye Ling's eyes as he grabbed Jiang Xiaobai's head and slammed it against the wall again. Jiang Xiaobai lay there on the ground, breathing heavily, his eyes dull like those of a dead fish.

"Ye Ling! Aren't you going a bit too far!" Finally, Jiang Tian could not hold back any longer. The Mo Family could flaunt their power, and I would pretend not to see it; after all, Jiang Xiaobai dared to insult the Mo Family's patriarch, which was essentially a suicidal act.

But what are you, Ye Ling, to lay a finger on my son? You really think I'm pleading here out of regard for you?@@novelbin@@

"Jiang Tian! This young master really is heavy-handed, what can you do about me? If you want to strike at me, just come at me; if you can't, then don't blame me for not being polite!" Experience more content on My Virtual Library Empire

"Come on, take Jiang Xiaobai back to the Bureau of Superpowers for a proper interrogation and add a charge of insulting a spiritual leader to his docket. Just say that I, Ye Ling, added it!"

Ye Ling sneered without hesitation and met Jiang Tian's gaze squarely, "That's just how arrogant I am, so what? Did you really think I've been silent because I'm not qualified?"

"General, men, take him away!"

The members of the Bureau of Superpowers immediately saluted and shouted, then grabbed Jiang Xiaobai to take him away. Seeing the big shots had lost their temper, Wang Gang and Cui Hong stepped back one after another, not daring to interfere.

Jiang Tian stood firmly beside the members of the Bureau of Superpowers, his face stern, "Put him down! If he's to be taken away, it'll be by them. Oh, I forgot, Ye Ling, you're a General too."

"Please step aside, this is an internal matter of the Bureau of Superpowers. You have no right to intervene!"

People from the Bureau of Superpowers wouldn't care about Jiang Tian's words; they were elites specially drawn from Shenfeng, descendants from that flourishing martial arts family from the depths of Shennongjia, not fearing the worldly power at all.

"Ye Ling! How dare you! Are you declaring enmity with the Jiang Family?" Jiang Tian roared in rage.

Ye Ling coldly sneered, shrugging his shoulders, "Jiang Tian, I don't want to make enemies with the Jiang Family, I just want to make an enemy out of you, and Jiang Xiaobai. If you think you can represent the Jiang Family, then bring it on."

"If you want to make a move on me, just try. If you can't, then get out of my way now!"

Ye Ling unleashed his fangs completely, knowing full well who he was: the General of the Bureau of Superpowers, the Guardian God of Huaxia with the Guardian Seal in hand.

Mo Zishu was also shocked by Ye Ling's arrogance. He knew that Jiang Tian was at the same level as him, but Ye Ling gave no face whatsoever.

However, he understood soon after. Ye Ling, the legendary youth, was now beyond the suppression of any family.

He was irreplaceable, deterring countless foreign forces and powerhouses. Domestically, he was also the Guardian God who oversaw martial arts.

A presence of this level elevated him even above the likes of Mo Zishu and others, with status and power determining everything.

Jiang Tian was rendered speechless, filled with indignation but helpless against the young man before him who could no longer be suppressed with authority.

Just then, a figure like the wind quietly entered the room and suddenly sprang into action, repelling the Bureau members who held Jiang Xiaobai.

Crack, a palm firmly clasped Jiang Xiaobai's throat, the crisp sound sending shivers down one's spine.

The figure was tall, his face indifferent, but his eyes carried an unmatched fierceness and rage. He was the Emperor, the legendary mercenary king who had escaped from Ye Ling's estate in Donghai City.

"Who are you? Let go of Xiaobai, let go now!"

Jiang Tian startled, cried out anxiously, while the individuals from the Bureau of Superpowers were somewhat shocked, the leader quickly positioning himself in front of Ye Ling and his group.

"Emperor! You dare to show your face again!"

The words disclosed the identity of the legendary King who had dominated the world for many years.

"I've come without intending to go back alive!"

The Emperor's voice was hoarse, his smile sinister as he looked at Jiang Xiaobai, who was hardly recognizable.

"Wouldn't you agree? My great benefactor!"