Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

They never expected that General Sparta would just die like that.

Moreover, he was killed by a single strike from one person!

This was simply too terrifying. Who the heck was he, and how could he possess such an overbearing strength?

And those soldiers from the Flower Banner nation who had been shouting, at this moment, all stopped their cries.

This guy was indeed strong, strong to the point of despair!

In an encounter, General Sparta was killed. How could they possibly be a match for this person?

"Do you still want to challenge me?"

Ye Ling asked coldly, looking at the Flower Banner soldiers around him with stunned, fear-filled faces.

Upon hearing those words, the soldiers of the Flower Banner nation shivered. They had just remembered that they were no match for Ye Ling.

"Dragontown brat, today we acknowledge we have been outmatched, but don't you get smug. One day, I'll lead the forces of the Flower Banner nation, invade Dragontown, and utterly crush you all!"

Ye Ling raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a graceful arc.

"Sorry, you won't have a future!"

As his voice fell, Ye Ling's wrist twisted, and his demon blade instantly sliced through the void, heading straight towards the group of Flower Banner soldiers.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Streaks of blood light shot out, with lines of blood spraying forth, piercing through the soldiers of the Flower Banner nation.

Before long, all the Flower Banner soldiers lay on the ground, none surviving!

Ye Ling looked at the bodies strewn all over the ground, his face filled with a deep and ferocious color, and endless malice erupted from within him.

It took a long while before he calmed down.

Everything was over. Recalling the various events of the past.

Ye Ling felt as if he was in a dream!

He had obtained the alchemy manual and such a heaven-defying treasure as the Heavenly Dao Tree.

The trip had not been in vain!

Ye Ling looked up at the sky, as if he had thought of something, and murmured.

"Home!"

However, when Hong Meigui heard these words, she instantly lowered her head, not daring to look into Ye Jiu's eyes.

"I must return to the Xue Luo Palace to report!"

"What?"

Hearing this, Ye Jiu became instantly infuriated, and he gripped Hong Meigui's jade hand even tighter.

"Returning now is tantamount to seeking death!"

Upon hearing these words, a warm current flowed through Hong Meigui's heart, but it seemed as if she thought of something and shook her head slowly.

She even took a few steps back at that moment.

"Your boss may be very powerful, but he can't contend with the Xue Luo Palace!"

"The depth of the Xue Luo Palace is beyond your imagination!"

Ye Jiu took a step forward, lifted Hong Meigui's chin, and said word by word.

"I'm asking you, do you choose me, or the Xue Luo Palace?"

"I..."

Hong Meigui immediately fell into deep struggle, her beautiful eyes filled with conflict.

On one side was the man she had fallen deeply in love with, though they hadn't known each other for long.

On the other side was the Xue Luo Palace, the place that had nurtured her growth.

Both were dear to her, how could she choose?

Just then, Ye Ling's brow furrowed, and he shouted.

"Who's there?"

Swish!

Ye Ling's figure moved, disappearing from the spot, and immediately after, a fierce gust of wind swept up the dust around him, whipping it into a frenzy.

Craaash!

Dust billowed, and sand and dust whirled through the air.

"Dragontown whelp, don't be so rampant!"

Suddenly, a cold, furious roar echoed.

A massive fist, laden with terrifying pressure, came thundering down.

The punch was as heavy as Mount Tai coming down on top, with the force of thunderous momentum, exceedingly powerful.

"Get lost!"

Ye Ling huffed coldly, his toes lightly tapped the ground, and his body swiftly shot backward.

"Hmph, you think you can leave?"

"It won't be that easy!"

That punch blasted through the air, and in a fit of rage and humiliation, the figure blurred, launching once again towards Ye Ling.

"Courting death!"

Ye Ling sneered coldly, his toes stamping on the ground suddenly.

Hum!

A dreadful gust of wind exploded beneath Ye Ling's feet, sending circles of violent shockwaves rampaging in all directions.

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Ye Ling's figure, now like an arrow shot from a bow, charged swiftly towards the other figure.

"Die!"

Ye Ling roared lowly as the power between his arms erupted suddenly, a dazzling golden fist, carrying a terrifying might, hammered down fiercely.

Thud!

Their fists collided. Ye Ling's body shuddered violently, and he staggered back three steps, his toes tapping the ground.

The other figure also staggered backward.

"What!"

"How can this kid be so strong!"

Seeing this, the figure was also struck with horror.

He had just exerted all his strength, as if his life depended on it, but to his dismay, he was still defeated by Ye Ling.

How could this be possible?

"Die!"

But in the next moment, Ye Ling tapped his toes on the ground and charged once more towards the figure.

A punch!

Another punch!

Ye Ling swung ten punches in succession, each brimming with an inconceivable force and thundering down.

Bam bam bam!

The figure could not withstand Ye Ling's onslaught and was sent flying backward.

Splurt!

A spurt of fresh blood burst forth as the figure crashed down harshly in the distance, grievously wounded on the ground.

Meanwhile, Ye Ling took a step forward, approaching the figure lying on the ground.

Gazing down at the pale face of the figure, Ye Ling cracked a smile, "Tell me, which power sent you to strike at me?"

The figure gritted his teeth, seething with resentment as he glared at Ye Ling, snorting coldly, unwilling to submit to Ye Ling's tyranny.

"If you want to know, you'll have to kill me; otherwise, you'll never get your answer!"

"Hahaha!"

"Fine, then I shall oblige and send you to your death!"

With those words, Ye Ling pushed off with his toes, rushing forward once more like a cheetah.

Thump!

A punch slammed hard into the figure's chest, sending him flying.

Wow!

Another mouthful of blood was sprayed, disbelief filling the figure's eyes.

"You dragon country brat, do you really intend to kill me!" the figure shouted at Ye Ling in rage and hatred.

"Indeed, I intend to kill you!" Ye Ling said with a cold laugh, stepping forward and firmly planting his foot on the figure's chest.

Crack!

The figure's ribs instantly fractured.

Without pause, Ye Ling stomped down ferociously once again.

Crack, crackle—the sound of bones snapping crisply echoed through the night.

Ah, ah!

Agonizing screams filled the air, sounding particularly eerie.

At this moment, Ye Ling stood there, indifferent, a king looking down at an ant beneath his feet.

Crack, crack...

Following that, the clear sound of bones breaking was heard, causing Hong Meigui standing nearby to shiver involuntarily.

"You shouldn't have provoked me!" Ye Ling said in a deep voice, his eyes sweeping over the figure at his feet.

"I shouldn't have provoked you, I shouldn't have messed with you, spare me, please let me go..."

The figure howled in agony, his face contorted in pain.