Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

Mu Ran saw the clump of black flames rushing towards him, and a mocking curve played upon his lips as he flickered, astonishingly dodging the flames blasted by Ye Ling.

Boom!

The next moment, the black flames in Ye Ling's palms struck the ground, turning it into a pile of ashes and even sending plumes of green smoke billowing up!

"Is this your final resort?"

Mu Ran cracked a chilling smile, with a mockery hidden within its coldness.

Ye Ling watched Mu Ran with a cold gaze, his eyes icy, saying nothing.

Mu Ran let out a cold laugh, his body shot forward, appearing instantly beside Ye Ling, as his black fist thundered out once more.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Ye Ling's figure kept retreating, his fists swinging at a visibly rapid pace, fending off Mu Ran's assault.

But as Ye Ling's fists continuously intersected with Mu Ran's, Ye Ling's fists started to crumble gradually and soon shattered into pieces.

Crack, crack!

Meanwhile, Mu Ran's fists turned more ferocious with each punch, incessant and relentless, giving Ye Ling no chance to catch a breath.

However, Ye Ling persisted, grinding his teeth. Chunks of flesh were torn from his body, but his eyes remained fiercely fixed on Mu Ran, without a hint of flinching or fear.

Mu Ran grinned, his eyes utterly cold, and the hint of murderous intent within grew more intense. At this rate, Ye Ling was bound to die!

"Puh!"

A gush of crimson blood spurted from Ye Ling's mouth, his face pale, sweat beading his forehead, and lips turning purple, clearly having taken a severe beating from Mu Ran. Continue reading on My Virtual Library Empire

The situation was extremely unfavorable for him, his physical body couldn't hold up, and once it failed, he would undoubtedly be defeated.

Yet, Ye Ling still clenched his teeth stubbornly, refusing to concede or give in!

"Boom!"

A massive clump of black flames appeared in Ye Ling's palms, the culmination of all his Spiritual Energy.

"Devil Flame Technique!"

Ye Ling roared as the black flames in his hands spun crazily, waves of heat surging tumultuously before spreading outwards.

"What!"

Mu Ran, seeing Ye Ling unleashing such a powerful attack, was momentarily stunned, his complexion turning ashen with anger flaring in his eyes.

"Damn bastard!"

Mu Ran growled lowly, his power bursting forth within him, terrifying gusts of wind howled out continuously, and his figure became a blur, charging toward Ye Ling. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Ye Ling.

"Die!"

Mu Ran smiled ferociously, slamming out a punch so mighty that space itself crumbled wherever it passed, indicating its terrifying power.

This strike represented all the strength they could muster, and without exaggeration, they gave it everything they had!

"Boom!"

The black devil flames collided fiercely with Mu Ran's punch.

In that instant, the space around them shook violently.

A horrific shockwave spread out from the point of their fists' collision.

For a moment, the entire arena was shrouded in an acrid smell of gunpowder, nauseating to anyone who smelled it.

The black flames instantly covered Mu Ran's fist, intense pain radiating from it through his entire body.

He couldn't help but cry out in agony, rapidly retreating.

And Ye Ling wasn't faring much better; he staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

"Cough cough!"

Ye Ling couldn't help but cough dryly a few times, feeling a prickling pain in his throat, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his complexion turning somewhat pale.

His body swayed several times before he barely managed to steady himself, his gaze fixed intently on Mu Ran.

At this moment, Mu Ran was enveloped in Devil Flame, his body slowly disintegrating.

However, his face was filled with a deep reluctance.

If one looked closely, they would notice that the pupils that had gone lifeless were now regaining a trace of brightness.

It was a look longing for release!

"Ye Ling, please, I beg you, put an end to my suffering! I really don't want to live anymore, please!"

His voice was laced with endless bitterness and pleading as Mu Ran looked up at Ye Ling, his eyes brimming with hope and desire.

If it meant losing consciousness in exchange for power, then such power was better off rejected!

He truly did not want to endure such inhuman torment any longer; he would rather die immediately, rather end these days as soon as possible!

Ye Ling looked at him deeply and murmured, "Alright, I promise you."

Having said that, using the last vestige of Spiritual Energy in his body, he flung out his hand, piercing Mu Ran's brow!

And Mu Ran's form stiffened, falling straight down, his pupils filled with boundless relief.

"Thud!"

Ye Ling's body fell powerlessly to the ground, completely devoid of any strength.

Moreover, his body was exhausted to the limit, his eyelids impossibly heavy, unable to open his eyes.

"Whew! This battle can be said to be the most exhilarating fight I've had in recent days! Although I've sustained serious injuries, the good thing is, I succeeded in getting rid of the cancers of the Mu and Xiang families!"

Ye Ling lay on the ground and his mouth curved into a brilliant smile as he said slowly.

Mu Ran was dead!

The Mu and Xiang families had been completely wiped out!

And Ye Ling, in the critical moment, had managed to thoroughly destroy these two behemoths, the Mu and Xiang families!

But this was just the beginning; the people of Wo Country lurking in the shadows would certainly covet the big clans of the imperial city.

The future battles would be even more painful!

Although Ye Ling had suffered serious injuries in this battle, and his body's Spiritual Energy was nearly dried up, the benefits were also extremely obvious.

Ye Ling thought carefully about the previous scene when he was exchanging blows with Xiang Qiankun and Mu Ran.

Would he have sustained lighter injuries if he had resisted in a different way at that time?

Ye Jiu and the young man from Shaoyin Sect didn't speak; they just stood quietly beside him, secretly protecting him.

With the help of the Heavenly Dao Tree, Ye Ling's complexion slowly returned to normal, and his injuries were mostly healed, except that his dried Dantian had only recovered by half.

A bitter smile spread across Ye Ling's face; it seemed that it would take some time before his Dantian could fully recover.

"Let's go, let's leave this place first and see if there are any other anomalies in the imperial city," Ye Ling said to everyone.

Everyone nodded their heads, just about to set off when Ye Ling's cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was a call from Su Rou.

For some reason, a bad premonition suddenly surged in Ye Ling's heart, and he quickly answered the call.

"Husband, the Su family, the Su family is in trouble! There's a group of people outside with unknown identities,"