Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

Blood trickled down ceaselessly from the wound, staining the clothes red.

Li Wei, however, remained indifferent, his demeanor as cold as ice.

"Ye Ling, you truly are a tough nut to crack," he said.

"Since that's the case, I'll send you on your way to the afterlife!

Li Wei's spear in hand trembled, suddenly bursting forth with a dazzling golden radiance. The spear thrust fiercely, aiming straight for Ye Ling's throat!

Ye Ling's eyes suddenly snapped open, crazed fervor flickering in his pupils.

In the next moment, Ye Ling's body tilted to one side, his demonic blade tracing an arc through the air.

Upon the blade, a faint light emerged, so fine it was almost imperceptible!

Seeing this, disbelief filled Li Wei's eyes, as if he had encountered something terrifying.

"Blade Intent!"

"You've actually grasped Blade Intent!"

Li Wei ground his teeth, his face dark with fury as he stared at the glimmer before him.

Ye Ling's lips curled into a fierce sneer, "That's right, Blade Intent!"

"Today, you will die!"

"Because you've crossed me!"

After these words, Ye Ling's figure swayed, and he charged straight at Li Wei.

Li Wei's body flickered, swiftly dodging Ye Ling, but as he evaded Ye Ling's strike, he found his shoulder had been brutally hit!

A splurt of blood!

Li Wei couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, his arm trembling violently as he quickly retreated backward.

He hadn't expected Ye Ling's slash to contain such terrifying, domineering power!

One must know, he was a high-ranking powerhouse in the Imperial Realm!

"Slaying Dragon Art!"

Ye Ling shouted lowly, his demonic blade transforming into a golden dragon and directly slashing at Li Wei.

"Damn it, what a horrifying cultivation technique!"

Seeing the dragon lunging at him, Li Wei's face twisted ferociously, a roar erupting from him as a murderous aura enveloped his body.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, a thunderous explosion rang out!

Li Wei wielded his spear, his body constantly shifting, his spear striking with a barrage of terrifying spear flashes.

Each flash of the spear tore through the void, its fearsome power sending the disciples of Xue Luo all flying backwards, badly wounded.

Ye Ling's Slaying Dragon Art kept colliding with the spear flashes, a series of muffled pops resounding incessantly.

One move, two moves, three moves!

After five exchanges, Li Wei's white robe had already been shredded into powder.

His handsome face was twitching incessantly, veins bulging on his forehead.

A mouthful of fresh blood was spat out, his complexion as pale as paper, his body staggering on the brink of collapse!

Li Wei's body shuddered, stumbling back several steps before he barely steadied himself.

Before he could recover his wits, a demonic blade flickering with red light was already positioned at his throat.

"Zzzzzt!"

With a slight increase in pressure from Ye Ling's hand, Li Wei's head flew up into the air, and then heavily fell to the ground.

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Unto death, his face bore an expression of disbelief.

"Nephew!"

Fan Cheng roared in heart-wrenching fury, his body's spiritual energy boiling like boiling water.

Feeling the momentum radiating from Fan Cheng, Ye Ling's expression grew unprecedentedly solemn.@@novelbin@@

This man was at the high pinnacle of the Imperial Realm, one step into the realm of the Celestials wouldn't be an exaggeration!

Fan Cheng reached out, and a snow-white longsword appeared in his hand.

Without another word, he burst towards Ye Ling.

The movements of his hands expressed the fury in his heart to its fullest extent!

Confronted with the suddenly attacking Fan Cheng, Ye Ling's gaze narrowed sharply.

Whoosh!

Fan Cheng stomped fiercely on the ground, and the earth instantly cracked with dense, weblike fissures!

Fan Cheng gripped the longsword, sweeping it across in a broad arc, the blade's radiance filling the air!

Ye Ling's footsteps lightly tapped the void, and his entire body quickly retreated backward.

His foot soles stepped on the floor, emitting a series of cracking sounds.

But the next moment, Fan Cheng's longsword had already reached his front.

Ye Ling's body turned, dodging the attack of the longsword.

Meanwhile, Fan Cheng's figure leaped up, body spinning and wielding the longsword for another sideways sweep toward Ye Ling.

Ye Ling lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, his body retreating backward.

Fan Cheng's figure left a blur in its original location, continuously advancing upon Ye Ling.

Ye Ling kept retreating, while Fan Cheng pressed on step by step.

The distance between the two rapidly closed, and in the blink of an eye, they had drawn within ten zhang of each other.

Moreover, at this distance, Ye Ling felt oppressed, even his breathing becoming difficult.

This Fan Cheng gave Ye Ling the feeling of a mountain, leaving him gasping for breath.

Whoosh!

Ye Ling suddenly stomped on the ground with the tip of his foot, his body shooting forward like an arrow released from the bowstring.

"Slaying Dragon Art!"

It was the Slaying Dragon Art mixed with the intent of the blade!

Swoosh!

The blade edge pointed directly at Fan Cheng!

Fan Cheng's eyes flashed with a sharp glint, his body twisting to the left, his longsword meeting Ye Ling's strike head-on.

Clang!

The two weapons clashed, sparking a burst of blinding sparks, flaring in all directions.

Ye Ling's form, like a kite with its string cut, skimmed backward.

Blood spurted wildly from his mouth as if it cost nothing.

"Big brother!"

Ye Jiu's eyes instantly coated with a layer of bloodlust, just as he was about to rush forward, Hong Meigui firmly held him back.

"You're no match for Fan Cheng!"

"So what? My big brother is in danger now!"

"Believe in your big brother! He can definitely do it!"

Ye Jiu halted his steps, but his eyes remained fixed on the scene before him.

If Ye Ling was defeated, he would surely die before Ye Ling!

"Ye Ling, this is the consequence of your provocation."

"Do you think your strength is so great that you dare to shout in front of me? Today, I'll completely kill you!"

"Your little tricks have no effect on me!"

Fan Cheng sneered, his body leaped up, directly pursuing.

Ye Ling struggled to get up from the ground, showing not a hint of fear on his face.

On the contrary, his fists clenched involuntarily at this moment.

"Is this the power of someone halfway to the Heavenly Being realm?"

"Truly terrifying!"

Ye Ling took a deep breath, and suddenly, a green aura burst forth from his body.

It was the Heavenly Dao Tree!

Under the healing of the green aura, Ye Ling's injuries visibly repaired at an astonishing speed.

Moreover, the injuries gradually returned to their normal state.

"Heaven-sent treasure!"

Seeing this, a hint of greed flashed in Fan Cheng's eyes.

No matter what, this heaven-sent treasure would be in his possession!

With this thought, the longsword in Fan Cheng's hand suddenly increased in speed!

Swish!

With a flick of his wrist, a chilling and peerless intent to kill instantly enveloped Ye Ling's entire body.

Ye Ling's brow furrowed, sensing the horror of this chilling intent to kill.

His body trembled, and suddenly, bursts of golden light erupted from his person.

A vast ocean of Spiritual Energy surged wildly into the demonic katana, converging upon it.