Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

His chest was also flushed red, his blood boiling, and streams of heat were continuously spraying out from his pores.

Bald Brother's situation was also extremely dire, his face turning crimson as blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, his short blade wavering incessantly in his hand.

Droplets of scarlet blood shot out, forming a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

"Pfff..."

Bald Brother spat out a mouthful of crimson blood, his complexion growing increasingly difficult to bear.

He hadn't expected Ye Ling's strength to be so terrifying, to the point where even he had been injured!

However, this was exactly what Ye Ling had wished for!

A cold glint flashed in Ye Ling's eyes, the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand suddenly flew up as he dashed forward in one swift step, the blade carrying an eerily cold gleam as he frantically hacked down towards Bald Brother.

At this moment, Bald Brother's expression instantly became gravely serious, his body abruptly retreating backward a distance of one meter.

The short blade in his hand abruptly lifted, emitting a blinding cold light as it sliced directly towards Ye Ling's Snow Drinking Blade.

Cling clang, the two blades collided fiercely, and the terrible force shook the short blade apart.

Ye Ling's wrist flipped, and the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand drew a semi-circle in mid-air, then chopped down again.

Bald Brother's short blade buzzed non-stop under the force from Ye Ling; he felt himself uncontrollably thrown backward mid-air, the blade shaking wildly.

Then Ye Ling sprang forward, hammering down with the Snow Drinking Blade towards Bald Brother's head with frenzied speed, reaching his head in the blink of an eye.

Bald Brother shivered, his body fiercely leaning back, using both hands to brace the hilt and barely managing to stabilize his frame.

Ye Ling's Snow Drinking Blade, grazing the side of Bald Brother's body, narrowly passed over his scalp, leaving a deep gash where it had traveled.

Bald Brother's body trembled violently, sweat pouring from his forehead, his heart contracting drastically.

The blow from Ye Ling just then had nearly split his head open; had it not been for his timely reaction, he would have been nothing but a corpse by now.

Ye Ling lunged, sweeping the Snow Drinking Blade horizontally, unleashing a fearsome blade light that instantly enveloped Bald Brother.

Bald Brother's pupils suddenly contracted, his body quickly retreating while his short blade danced wildly, fending off Ye Ling's slashing attacks.

"Bang bang bang!"

Ye Ling's onslaught pelted Bald Brother like raindrops, each strike tearing his clothes, exposing his well-built, muscular chest.

Ye Ling's assault was like a violent storm, pummeling Bald Brother with an intensity that left others looking on in dismay.

"You little bastard, I'm going to flay you alive and eat your flesh!"

Bald Brother roared as Spiritual Energy within him erupted wildly, his short blade flashing continuously, blocking wave after wave of terrifying blade lights.

A slight smile curled on Ye Ling's lips, his eyes shining with a strange and icy gleam.

He abruptly leaned forward, his Snow Drinking Blade sweeping across with a direct slash towards Bald Brother's chest.

"Myriad Blade Burial!"

Ye Ling intoned deeply, his blade sweeping across, countless blade lights bombarding Bald Brother's body, the formidable force immediately piercing through Bald Brother's Protective True Qi.

Moreover, a gash some ten centimeters long was left upon Bald Brother's chest, from which blood kept oozing out.

The bald man's eyes were nearly bulging out, his figure kept retreating, and the pain in his chest nearly knocked him unconscious.

He had never expected that Ye Ling would be so terrifying, injuring him so grievously with a single move.

"You little bastard, I'm going all out with you!"

With an angry roar, the bald man's body suddenly disappeared from where he was, appearing next to Ye Ling the next moment.

The short knife in his hand, carrying a terrible force, was fiercely chopping down at Ye Ling.

Ye Ling's eyebrows furrowed slightly, he flicked his wrist, and the Snow Drinking Blade swept out again, meeting the short knife in the bald man's hand.

With a clang, the crisp sound of metal clashing and sparks flying, the bald man's arm was dislocated by the force of Ye Ling's parry!

Ye Ling turned his body and the Snow Drinking Blade swept downwards, its terrifying blade causing streaks of cold light as it fiercely cleaved towards the bald man's neck, who hastily dodged.

"Shua shua shua!"

A series of cold lights chopped down, and the blade's edge sliced through the void, directly tearing the space.

A squelch resounded as Ye Ling's Snow Drinking Blade struck the bald man's shoulder, revealing a deep wound from which blood spurted, drenching him in gore!

"Aah!"

The bald man screamed in agony, his body convulsing violently, the piercing, bone-chilling pain from his shoulder making him cry out involuntarily.

But Ye Ling did not hesitate. He lightly tapped the ground with his toes and once again pounced toward the bald man, the Snow Drinking Blade slicing down once more.

"Xiu xiu xiu!"

The Snow Drinking Blade in Ye Ling's hand was like a fierce storm, continuously bombarding the bald man's body. The man could not resist at all, with blood spraying wildly from his wounds, presenting a ghastly sight.

Yet Ye Ling's expression remained as calm as ever, while the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand did not stop for a moment, relentlessly chopping down.

"Aaah! You little bastard, I'm going to kill you, I'll kill you!"

The bald man's hoarse roar was futile.

Ye Ling's offense was ferocious and unmatched; with every strike, he inflicted more wounds on the man, causing blood to spew.

And Ye Ling's face was indifferent, his Snow Drinking Blade unceasingly smashing down upon the bald man, in a frenzy.

Moreover, the terrible wind from the blade's edge whipped up fierce gales, making the bald man feel an icy chill pass through him, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

Using all his strength, the bald man wielded his short knife against Ye Ling, and with the help of the rebounding force, he explosively retreated backward, ending up in front of the unfinished genetic potion.

The bald man looked at the unfinished ultimate version of the genetic potion in his hand, his eyes reflecting a struggle, unsure of what to do!

If he were to drink it, he couldn't guarantee what would happen, but if he didn't, the only thing waiting for him was a dead end!

"Die!" Ye Ling's emotionless voice came from a distance.

The bald man's entire body uncontrollably shivered, his pupils flashed with resolve, he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and gulped down the genetic potion.

"Gurgle gurgle..."

The bald man's throat rolled as an icy and penetrating chill spread from his belly, quickly pervading his entire body!