Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 670 - 679: Revenge and Hatred (Update 47!)

Ai Lu said, and the outside world rumored that it was her grandfather who ordered the sneak attack that killed the old master, which infuriated her to the extreme.

Ye Ling didn't speak, but simply held Ai Lu's head and gave her a kiss, "Baby, don't say anything!"

Ye Ling believed in his woman and would not rage at her without reason, moreover, Dragon Gate possessed its own intelligence department, which was the most accurate in the world.

Time slowly moved to dawn, and Ye Ling, with red eyes, knelt in the mourning hall. He had clothed the old master in sackcloth and assumed the duty of mourning, which was his obligation!

Today was the old master's funeral, yet Ye Ling could not continue to kneel like this, after all, many distinguished guests were still to come, and both out of sentiment and reason, Ye Ling had to greet them.

Knowing his priorities, Ye Ling stood up, while Ye Fei and Mo Xing knelt in the mourning hall, keeping vigil for the old master.

And Ye Ling, having changed his outfit, was now the master of Dragon Gate; he could not be discourteous, no matter what, for he represented the vast entity of Dragon Gate.

With the arrival of each and every formidable figure, all came to pay tribute to this old man who once dominated the dark world.

In the guest reception hall of Dragon Gate's estate, each of the world-renowned old men wore faces of desolation, and even a few overlords appeared somewhat faintly lost and alone.

After a lifetime of struggle, the old adversary had met a tragic end, and it was inevitable they felt heartbroken, for an enemy with whom you've fought your whole life understands you even better than your kin, this was beyond doubt.

The funeral persisted for several days. Finally, on the last day, Ai Lu's grandfather, the world-renowned elder of the Ross Clan, arrived. After paying tribute to the old master, he made his way to Dragon Gate's guest reception hall.

"You must believe that our Ross Clan would not treat an unarmed elderly man in such a manner."

"Moreover, he was the equivalent of a senior in your sect, and you and Ai Lu's union has become an irreversible fact; our Ross Clan would not commit such an idiotic act."

Ye Ling nodded, approaching Elder Ross himself: "Elder, there's no need to say anything, I know it all. Once I have avenged the old master, I will personally visit you at the Ross estate!"

Elder Ross was Ai Lu's grandfather, and no matter what, Ye Ling was obligated to pay him a visit and observe the etiquette of a junior.

After the funeral concluded, Ai Lu and Ruth each returned to their respective families, while Ye Ling sat in the main seat of the council hall, facing Cao Hong standing opposite him.

"Dragon Head, we have thoroughly investigated; the culprit is that bunch of bastards from Sicily, motivated by the deep-seated hatred they held for the old Dragon Head and his previous conflict with their godfather," Cao Hong said coldly, his eyes flashing with a terrifying gleam. "Dragon Head, I implore you to allow me to lead the one hundred and eight Dragon Guards to exact revenge and redress our grievance for the old Dragon Head!"

Ye Ling nodded: "Cao Hong, lead the one hundred and eight Dragon Guards and follow me in the attack on Sicily tomorrow!"

"I want that wretched old man, from the sunset tomorrow, to face death and follow in the old master's steps, serving him for eternity!"

Ye Ling slammed the armrest and stood up, his target locked on that formidable organization within the shadowy underworld.

The island of Sicily, a formidable organization, its mafia commanded by a single godfather, who was the supreme King, and with many branches, consisting of a hundred and forty-two families, forty-two of which were first-rate families.

They were entities that operated above the law and were one of the top three behemoths of the shadowy world, even slightly more powerful than Dragon Gate.

The following morning, on the picturesque island of Sicily, a group of Huaxia people with golden skin silently appeared, all with solemn expressions and eyes flickering with deadly intent.

In a corner of Sicily, a vast estate stood along the coast; this was the Holy Land in the heart of every mafioso, where each godfather of the mafia had lived.

Pete, the current godfather of Sicily, had set a record by taking down three hundred and thirty-two opponents in just ten months, ascending to the position of immense power over life and death.

In this seat, he had sat for forty years, and now Pete's name had practically become the totem of the Sicilian Mafia, with countless individuals following in his footsteps.

Ye Ling led the way, followed by Cao Hong, Ye Fei, Ao Hongchen, and Mo Xing, and behind them were one hundred and eight Dragon Guards from Dragon Gate.

The one hundred and eight Dragon Guards were all incredibly formidable warriors; almost all of them had stepped into the Innate Realm. Without any exaggeration, this was a killing army composed of one hundred and eight Houtian warriors.

Standing in front of the towering castle, Ye Ling stood on the grass, with waves crashing against the rocks and the wind howling around him.

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Clutching the Primal Sword Embryo in his hand, Ye Ling's gaze thundered, "Today, to avenge the old Dragon Master and wash away the humiliation, we will not return without avenging this grudge!"

"Avenge the old Dragon Master!"

Roar, everyone shouted in unison, shaking the entire sky, and at that moment, the castle gates of Sicily slowly opened, and a few jeeps slowly made their way out.

On the jeeps, mounted were heavy machine guns, and a man in camouflage gear wore a fierce expression on his face.

"You yellow monkeys, I've been waiting for you, have you cleaned your asses? I'm going to shoot bullets into each and every one of your asses!"

The man shouted wildly, and the next moment, all the machine guns began firing. Ye Ling's figure leaped forward, his Primal Sword Embryo decapitating the man in an instant.

Gululu, the head rolled on the ground, the fierce expression still on the man's face, never expecting to die so cleanly.

"Kill! Wipe out these bastards, kill!"

Cao Hong, gritting his teeth and shouting, carried a submachine gun and charged ahead like a brave soldier, heading for the castle of Sicily, while the one hundred and eight Dragon Guards also went on a frenzied killing spree.

Amidst the booming gunfire, Ye Ling slowly stepped on the scattered corpses, holding the Primal Sword Embryo, his sword-like eyebrows firm.

The other few had already charged out, storming ahead to kill, especially Ye Fei, with the Slaughter Physique completely unleashed, a fearsome god of slaughter had quietly descended onto Sicily.

Treading on fresh blood, Ye Ling walked the path, where everyone that appeared was completely killed off. The one hundred and eight Dragon Guards fought madly, Cao Hong had also taken a few shots, but still gritted his teeth and stood firm.

Ye Fei, Ao Hongchen, and Mo Xing, the three formidable figures, went on a killing spree, seeking to minimize the losses of the Dragon Guards.

The appearance of Ye Fei and the other two strong figures completely disrupted this supposedly fair balance; no one could match them, nor the snipers hiding on the rooftops.

Before the snipers could get off a shot, they were silently approached and their throats cut by the strong figures.

In front of the castle, stood two men and one woman, each emanating a murderous intent; they were Pete's three generals, all terrifying Innate-level and even Foundation Establishment Stage warriors.

The notoriety of these three had struck fear into the entire dark world of the West.

However, it's a pity that they encountered Ye Fei and the others.

Whoosh, a sword was swiftly swung, Ao Hongchen leaped, and a head rolled onto the ground, the femal warrior dying with her eyes wide open.