Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

The International Tower, one of Donghai City's iconic buildings, towers over the bustling and affluent streets, every inch of land worth its weight in gold.

Ye Ling drove Shen Yue Xin's Maserati through the night like a white ghost, racing madly, his face gloomy.

Han Qing Xin was the woman he had chosen, and if it weren't for the fact that her phone had been unreachable that day when he was helping Liu Qiao'er with her muscle and bone cleansing, there would have been seven women in Shen Yue Xin's manor by now.

Those who dared to set their sights on his woman were all reactionaries, no matter if they were tigers or flies, all needed to be severely dealt with!

On the thirty-second floor of the International Tower, the meeting hall was luxuriously extravagant, with a gigantic chandelier shaped like a diamond hanging from the ceiling, reportedly worth hundreds of thousands and an indulgence beyond the imagination of ordinary people.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The atmosphere in the hall was tense, and Han Qing Xin's face was a shade of iron blue. Today, she wore a green long dress, her black hair cascading down her back, her proud figure accentuated by the tight long dress enticingly tugging at the heartstrings. Your next read awaits at empire

In front of Han Qing Xin lay a dozen burly men, each howling in pain, their faces swollen and bruised, looking miserable.

The surrounding guests, each of wealth or nobility, all wore expressions of terror, and in the center of the hall stood a foreign man with golden hair and blue eyes, very tall, nearly two meters, and robust in build.

His eyes swept around disdainfully and he smirked, "You're all too weak, just like exterminating pests!"

His stiff use of Huaxia language antagonized everyone present, yet considering the foreigner's inconceivable strength, everyone held back their anger.

Mo XIng was also present, as he was the one who had organized this party, but when the foreigner saw Han Qing Xin's beauty, he couldn't contain his impulses and directly attempted to take Han Qing Xin away, resulting in a conflict.

Han Qing Xin's protective detail, composed of former special forces soldiers, couldn't withstand this guy for a minute, all laid out, and the security guards maintaining order at the party were similarly swept aside by him.

"You bastard! Dare to cause trouble at my party, I see you're tired of living!" Mo Xing gritted his teeth.

But that was just anger, there was nothing he could do; the guy was too powerful, and there was no way to suppress him by force; left with no choice, Mo Xing had to call the police.

What Mo Xing didn't expect was that after the police arrived, the officers, who were usually very respectful to Mo Xing, did something completely uncharacteristic and left dejectedly. Their response infuriated Mo Xing to the utmost.

They actually said they had no authority to detain and prosecute this foreigner. The police's answer shocked and enraged Mo Xing.

Since when could foreigners cause chaos in the country without being controlled?

"Beautiful lady from the East, I, James, am very gentlemanly. If you choose me, your family, including yourself, will stand at the summit of the world, bathed in the splendor of glory," the foreigner said with a smirking grin.

Han Qing Xin clenched her silver teeth, "You bastard! In a while, I'll make you understand what regret means!"

Regret?

James burst out laughing. As a superpowered individual, he never knew what it meant to regret.

Possessing strength beyond the comprehension of ordinary humans, James's power might even surpass those sci-fi protagonists in American blockbuster movies; he truly stood as a colossus atop the peak of humanity.

"You Huaxia people are too weak; nobody can stop my advance. It's better if you just obediently come with me, I will treat your treasure gently," James said as he walked toward Han Qing Xin with a smile.

Mo Xing clenched his teeth, his eyes brimming with murderous intent. He suddenly thought of Ye Ling, perhaps the mysterious and unpredictable Ye Ling could suppress him?

But before Mo Xing could dwell on it further, suddenly a middle-aged man wearing a white long robe entered the hall, a quaint longsword strapped on his back, his demeanor calm.

"Bureau of Superpowers' Liu Canglan!" said the middle-aged man, drawing the attention of everyone as he slowly spoke.

Liu Canglan?

James had never heard of it, but he knew of the Huaxia Bureau of Superpowers, where the majority of people were, like them, beings beyond the comprehension of ordinary folks.

"Are you trying to stop me?" James asked with a sudden, sinister smile.

Liu Canglan's gaze intensified, "The land of Huaxia allows no one to trample upon it, and clearly, you are not an exception."

As he spoke, Liu Canglan tapped his toes lightly and his body gracefully rose into the air, like a weightless wild goose.

Whoosh, his figure swept through mid-air, and with an empty-handed grab, the ancient long sword he carried on his back buzzed out, directly grasping in Liu Canglan's hand.

The longsword was ancient, covered in blue patterns, yet it bore a terrifying piercing cold light.

Whoosh, a silver sword light burst forth, slashing towards James.

James sneered coldly, not retreating but advancing instead, his right fist pulled back fiercely, tensing like a full moon's bowstring. In a flash, his arm swelled as if it had been inflated.

Boom, James threw a punch, sweeping up a violent gust of wind, aiming for the incoming longsword.

Thud, fist and sword collided, a dull, bronze sound resounded, and both figures abruptly halted, while the surrounding crowd stared with eyes wide open, fixated on the scene before them.

Splutter, Liu Canglan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, continuously stepping back, his face a mask of shock and suddenly pale.

In contrast, James also stumbled backward, but it was clear he hadn't been injured; however, a trace of severity did appear in his eyes.

"That's all you've got. You can't take three punches from me!" James sneered ferociously and took a huge step forward, charging at Liu Canglan with fierce light bursting in his eyes.

Liu Canglan gritted his teeth, James's strength was beyond his expectations, immense and unpredictable. The force of that punch had penetrated through the longsword and into his body.

The technique was somewhat similar to the "punching from afar" in Huaxia martial arts, but it was even more fierce and ruthless.

Whoosh, with the longsword horizontal, a sweep of sword light burst forth, Liu Canglan's body charged towards James with the longsword suddenly slashing across fiercely, the wrist turning with force.

Mo Xing's eyes were full of disbelief, and suddenly he recalled something his father had told him: to keep a low profile recently, for many foreign power-users were in Donghai City.

Could this James be one of those supposed superpower users?

Thud, James punched away Liu Canglan's longsword, his unmatched strength overwhelmingly invincible.

Liu Canglan couldn't retreat in time and watched helplessly as James's heavy fist smashed directly into his chest.

Bang, Liu Canglan fell straight to the ground, struggling to get up, but he couldn't stand.

Two punches, just two punches were all it took to defeat him, leaving him without the strength to even stand.

"I told you, you people of Huaxia are too weak, as weak as bugs!" James said with a twisted smile, the killing intent in his eyes flaring up, before he slowly walked towards Liu Canglan.

Everyone's hearts rose to their throats, they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

James before them was too strong; they even thought of the so-called protagonists from American sci-fi movies.

Liu Canglan gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with an unyielding fighting spirit, yet he was powerless to resist, feeling utmost humiliation.

But at that moment, a gaunt figure appeared in the hall, his face was grim, and he was actually holding a brick in his hand as he walked towards James.