Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

All the people went dumb at the moment the Divine Spirit escaped, as if they had all lost consciousness.

Whether it was from The Holy See, Divine Punishment, or other forces with superpowers, even Shenfeng and many other experts from the Bureau of Superpowers were all stunned.

"Are we dreaming?"

"What the hell is going on here, could it be that the Divine Spirit from The Holy See lost the keys back at home when descending?"

"Hehe, I can only use 'hehe' to describe what I'm thinking right now."

"You're still able to use 'hehe', I don't even know how to write 'hehe' anymore, is this what The Holy See's Divine Spirits are like?"

The Divine Spirits, revered by ordinary people, could have their experiences throughout the vast river of time written into epic histories.

They represented power, mystery, invincibility, and nobility; they were beings that were invincible for all of eternity, the Divine Spirits worshiped by everyone.

But have you ever seen a Divine Spirit turn tail and run upon seeing an ordinary person?

Are you sure that the Saintess summoned a Divine Spirit of The Holy See and not some pregnant bureau chief from Huaxia moonlighting as an actor?

All the people on the thirty-third floor of the skyscraper went dumb, stood still, as if they were all suffering from senile dementia, helpless at the sight of a Divine Spirit's escape that they simply couldn't believe.

If you said the Earth was square, they might be willing to believe it, but a Divine Spirit afraid of a mortal?

They'd never believe it even if you beat them to death, and what's more, even if you, a mortal, had some background, could it really reach the Heavenly Realm, and be of The Holy See's Divine Spirits?

It took a good while for the Saintess to recover her senses, looking at the stunned crowd, she gave a silly smile, "Hehe, if I say this was a mistake, would you believe me?"

"Do you even need to ask what we believe? Come on, just use whatever tricks you have up your sleeve, and cut the crap!" Ye Ling sneered coldly.

Everyone present was flabbergasted, while the fleeing Divine Spirit was so scared that even his bravery faltered, nervous and panicky. When he got back to the Heavenly Realm, he immediately closed off his dwelling and declared retreat—no one was allowed to disturb him.

Six hundred years ago, he broke through to a new realm, full of confidence, he ran from the Heavenly Realm to the Immortal Realm, wanting to show off. But he ended up being caught by a young man who roasted his privates into cooked eggs.

The poor Divine Spirit, recalling that scene, wept and had not a single hair left on him—oh how brutal!

The Divine Spirit, weeping without tears, returned to the Heavenly Realm for reinforcements—an absolute powerhouse of the Heavenly Realm, a magnificent ten-winged angel, who behaved obsequiously in front of the young man like a dog.

As a result, this pitiful Divine Spirit was extorted by the ten-winged angel for enough Spirit Stones to last him a hundred years, nearly bankrupting him.

Only after inquiring did the Divine Spirit find out this young master was the notorious Nine Tribulation Immortal Emperor of both the Heavenly and Immortal Realms, a peerless hero who had even arm-wrestled with the Heavenly Lord without falling short.

More importantly, he was very vindictive. Offending him meant it was normal to be crazily avenged even after a thousand years—the young master was not of the grand mindset that did not hold overnight grudges.

"What to do, will he come after me and burn the dragon whiskers I just grew?"

"What should I do, damn Lower Realm's The Holy See, are you trying to kill me? This is the end!"

"Eh, hold on, how did that guy get to the Lower Realm? And his presence is so faint."

"I don't care, as long as I don't offend him, it's all good. I must retreat for ten thousand years just to be cautious. Otherwise, fear I won't know what day I'll face grave punishment."

Having made up his mind, the Divine Spirit cut off all his contacts and went into retreat, until ten thousand years later, when he emerged, that figure whom both realms dreaded was actually waiting at his doorstep, and then a slap reminded him what holding a grudge meant.

On the thirty-third floor of the International Building, where the cold wind was howling, Ye Ling's gaze swept over everyone, looking at all the shocked powerhouses with a scornful smile.

Step by step, Ye Ling walked up to the Saintess, gave a chilling smile, and astonishingly, he picked up the Saintess in his arms.

"If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll never understand why the flower is so red!"

Ye Ling spoke, and with a smack, his palm landed crisply on the Saintess's bottom.

The Saintess's face turned red with rage, her cheeks flushed with anger.

"You bastard! Put me down! I'll kill you!" the Saintess roared in embarrassment, struggling with all her strength but unable to break free from Ye Ling's hold.

"Wow, quite the temper, eh? A woman should be birthing children and cooking at home. What are you doing, playing Saintess when you've got nothing better to do?"

Ye Ling smacked his lips and, with another fierce slap, hit the Saintess's bottom again.

Uh, everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, heavens, they found today's events somewhat hard to accept; their hearts were under horrific assault.

A Divine Spirit scared off by a mortal, and the Saintess of The Holy See now being held and spanked by a hooligan.

Damn, are you sure this isn't some wacky TV drama from Huaxia?

"Let me go! I'm going all out with you!" The Saintess almost wanted to kill herself—so many people watching, how would she ever hold her head up in the Bureau of Superpowers again? Once this got out, her grand image as a Saintess would be completely ruined.

Ye Ling glared, "I really can't stand stubborn women like you, so I'm going to punish you!"

Slap, slap, slap, a few more slaps rang out, and Ye Ling chuckled, "Hmm, not bad, feels pretty good to the touch. Seems like you take good care of yourself."

"But hey, don't think I'm just taking advantage of the situation—I'm disciplining you, teaching you not to be reckless!"

"If I were a normal person, those four lapdogs of yours would have killed me a long time ago."

"So you see, when you do something wrong, you need to be punished, but obviously your punishment is quite light!"

"Tell me you were wrong, say the spanking felt good, and I'll let you go!" Ye Ling said earnestly, putting on an air of a gentleman as the onlookers stared in disbelief.

Daring to call The Holy See's Four Great Protectors lapdogs—probably only Ye Ling would do such a thing, right?

Daring to spank the Saintess like this—probably only Ye Ling would dare, right?

Wasn't he afraid that the terrifying Pope of The Holy See would come to Huaxia with his cane to slaughter him?

Of course, from start to finish, no one believed that Ye Ling scared the Divine Spirit away due to his own strength; they figured he must have some kind of treasure that restrains Divine Spirits.

"I'd rather die than say it!" the Saintess clenched her teeth. If she said such a thing in public, her authority would surely become a joke.

Ye Ling scoffed with disdain, "Actually, I quite like stubborn people. After all, it lets me enjoy the feel of your curves more often."

Slap, slap, slap—this time, Ye Ling didn't just slap; he even mixed in some kneading.

"My massage skills are unmatched in the world of traditional Chinese medicine; my techniques are the best."

"Kneading, striking—I excel at it all."

"I've even won countless international freestyle competitions, reigning as the champion in both single-handed speed and power categories."

"My slap, it's quite valuable because I don't just lash out, and when I do... hmph."

Ye Ling chuckled with a sleazy grin.

At a distance, Han Qingxin's face was livid as she walked up to Ye Ling and smacked him on the head, bursting with fury.