Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

With a loud thud, the bald man's body heavily slammed onto the ground, his complexion pale as paper. His forehead broke into a cold sweat, and his entire body went limp on the floor.

Blood continuously oozed from the corner of his mouth, and his body trembled non-stop, as if enduring immense pain.

Suddenly, a crackling sound emitted from the bald man's body, and his eyes suddenly widened in shock, staring down at his body.

But what he saw was his own skin rapidly changing, turning into a greyish-black color, looking fierce and terrifying.

The next second, the bald man abruptly stood up, his height shooting up rapidly at that moment, growing over three meters tall in the blink of an eye!

Not only that, sharp spines suddenly grew out of his back, black as pitch and extremely frightening.

Those spines also glinted with a chilly light, looking utterly terrifying, akin to swords ready to pierce into one's body at any moment.

"Hahaha, this power is truly intoxicating! This feeling is absolutely wonderful; you little runt, today you will taste my power!"

The bald man laughed excitedly; at this moment, he looked just like a monster.

His figure became enormously burly, his arms incredibly stout, and his fingers like steel claws, exceedingly sharp and alarmingly lethal, making one's heart palpitate.

Ye Ling's eyebrows furrowed as he watched the transformations of the bald man, growing more and more serious.

He never expected the bald man's transformation to be of this nature, which totally exceeded his expectations.

"You little runt, prepare to die!"

The bald man roared in laughter, his mouth twisted in a fierce grin, and he crushed the dagger in his hand into scrap metal. For him now, his fists were his best weapon!

With one step, the bald man strode forward, stepping into the void, his body leaping as he raised his fist and smashed it directly towards Ye Ling's head.

Ye Ling's face instantly turned extremely unsightly; he knew if this punch landed, he would probably be smashed into a bloody pulp.

Ye Ling swung his Snow Drinking Blade repeatedly, the blade's edge tracing arcs of cold light, sweeping towards the bald man. However, all of them landed on the bald man's skin, which was as tough as rock.

Ye Ling felt his Snow Drinking Blade clash against the bald man's body, blocked by that thick skin, making an ear-piercing collision noise.

"You little runt, do you think you can deal with me just because you have the Snow Drinking Blade? Let me tell you, in front of me, the Snow Drinking Blade is pretty much scrap metal!"

The bald man snorted coldly; his eyes full of derision. He didn't believe Ye Ling had any powerful sacred artifact to withstand his fist.

Only to hear the bald man roar furiously, his voice echoing like that of a fierce beast, reverberating throughout the area. Particularly, his pupils at this moment were exceedingly bloodshot, as if he was about to lose his sanity!

"Kill! I will kill everyone! I will make the world bow at my feet!"

The bald man laughed maniacally, his eyes extremely bloodshot, his eyeballs protruding. A feverish flow constantly surged within him, as if something was about to explode, his body continuously swelling.

The bald man raised his fist, from which a sinister black vapor emanated; his eyes blood-red like two lanterns, emitted a sinister glow.

And those palms were pitch-black, resembling steel claws, looking extremely terrifying.

"Agh!" The bald man bellowed towards the sky, his body leaping up, and he shot directly towards Ye Ling.

The immense force even made Ye Ling feel an oppressive aura that left him gasping for breath!

"Kill!"

A glint flashed in Ye Ling's eyes as he swung his Snow Drinking Blade horizontally, clashing harshly with the bald man's fist, sparking brilliant, dazzling sparks.

With a crisp crack, the blade of the Snow Drinking Blade collided hard with the bald man's fist. Ye Ling's tiger's mouth split open, oozing fresh blood, and his wrist went numb, feeling faintly painful.

"You little bastard, is this all the strength you have? Too weak, practically a pushover!"

The bald man roared arrogantly, looking at his fist. He felt his power rapidly climbing, already surpassing his previous levels.

And around his fist, there was a layer of black mist swirling like ink, incredibly dense.

This black Demonic Qi continually gathered at the bald man's fist, then slowly spread along his palm, covering his entire hand with an inky darkness.

The bald man's expression grew even more sinister and fierce, his clothes torn apart to reveal a sturdy and dark upper body, his muscles tense, filled with terrifying explosive power.

Moreover, the Demonic Qi surged upward, forming a vortex-like black hole on the bald man's body, ceaselessly devouring everything around him.

"Is this the power of the genetic potion? It's so terrifying!" Ye Ling exclaimed, his eyes also showing a grave expression, not expecting such an abnormal drug to be so fearsome.

The bald man's fist kept expanding, constantly growing, and soon, his body swelled up like a small hill, filled with oppression!

The bald man grinned maliciously, laughing out loud. "You little bastard, today, I will use your blood to commemorate our great genetic potion. I want you to disappear from this world forever!"

The bald man roared fiercely, his arms suddenly flexed as he leaped towards Ye Ling with a bound, lunging to kill him.

Ye Ling's pupils shrank suddenly, and he swung his Snow Drinking Blade again. Silver light fluttered in the air like swimming dragons, rushing towards the bald man.

"You little bastard, I'll tear you to pieces!"

The bald man laughed hideously, his arms swinging fully, aiming a smack down on Ye Ling's head, the Demonic Qi swirling in his palm becoming even denser, looking much like the claws of a devil.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two muffled sounds abruptly erupted as Ye Ling and the bald man fiercely collided once again.

The bald man's fist heavily struck Ye Ling's Snow Drinking Blade, and Ye Ling felt his arm shock violently, nearly losing grip on his blade!

Thump, thump, thump, Ye Ling's figure kept retreating, while the bald man's figure remained unmoved, standing firm on the spot, his blood-red pupils watching Ye Ling with a mocking smile.

"Hehe, you little bastard, is that all the strength you have? Really weak indeed!"

The bald man sneered coldly, the black Qi around him rolling stormily, swirling terrifyingly around him.

"Damn it!"

Ye Ling gritted his teeth and roared, holding the Snow Drinking Blade as he frantically hacked towards the bald man, his speed reaching the extreme.