Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

"All the disciples of our Gong clan are elites, how dare you insult them, seeking death!"

After speaking, Gong Benbu directly raised his hand and struck a palm towards Ye Ling.

Suddenly, his right arm was enveloped in a thick layer of black mist, which morphed into a fierce giant beast in midair, and pounced towards Ye Ling with a roar.

"You shameless old man, though you're quite strong, today I'm in a good mood, so I'll humor you!" Ye Ling snorted coldly, flipped his wrist, and a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared, instantly concentrating on his left fist.

Then Ye Ling swung his fist fiercely, and a golden fist shadow broke through the air, directly colliding with the dark beast!

"Bang!"

The two fist shadows collided fiercely, emitting a deafening collision sound.

On the golden fist shadow, sparks of intense heat continuously splattered, causing the people around to dodge.

On the other side of the golden fist shadow, the dark beast was instantly dispersed, vanishing without a trace.

"Pfft!"

The moment the dark beast dispersed, Gong Benbu suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and involuntarily staggered back several steps.

This outcome stunned everyone, including Gong Benbu!

Gong Benbu knew his father's prowess, although only a beginner in the Saint realm, he possessed strength comparable to a mid-Saint realm Martial Artist.

Yet, just now, he was sent reeling by a punch from Ye Ling, which left Gong Benbu somewhat dumbfounded.

"Such strong punching power!" Gong Benbu wiped the fresh blood from his mouth corner, took a deep breath, and his eyes shone with a shocked luster as he muttered to himself.

Ye Ling showed no reaction, merely glanced indifferently at Gong Benbu, his mouth curving into a mocking arc, "Is this the so-called strength of your Gong clan?"

Gong Benbu's face twisted into a fierce expression, and he gritted his teeth at Ye Ling, "Brat, you really think that's all the strength my Gong clan has? I'm telling you, you must die today!"

As Gong Benbu spoke, he fiercely stomped his feet on the ground, causing the whole earth to tremble.

Then, Gong Benbu's entire body burst forward at extreme speed, reaching Ye Ling's face in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a red glint flashed in the center of the hall, and a katana appeared directly in Gong Benbu's hand. He then grabbed the katana and slashed directly at Ye Ling!

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..." The katana in Gong Benbu's hand traced several afterimages in midair.

Each afterimage carried a chilling intent to kill, and the sharp blade flashed with cold light.

Ye Ling grinned, twisted his wrist, and the Snow Drinking Blade suddenly flew out of control, transforming into a sky full of blade light in midair.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

The sky full of blade light continuously chopped down, and the blade light also continuously shattered the katana's brightness.

"Ding, ding, dang, dang!"

The sounds of blade and sword clashing constantly arose; each strike from Gong Benbu's katana was more fierce than the last.

Every attack was filled with unparalleled power, but every attack was easily neutralized by Ye Ling's blade light.

Ye Ling stood motionless, holding the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand, his face still bearing that mocking smile.

Gong Benbu's face grew increasingly embarrassed, as each of his attacks were countered by Ye Ling.

Not even a single trace was left behind, which greatly infuriated Gong Benbu.

However, as the Clan Leader of the Gong family, his will was immensely firm, and his face soon regained its composure.

He gave a cold laugh and once again charged towards Ye Ling, his katana slashing down directly.

"Damn it, you damn brat, I'm going to chop off your limbs, gouge out your eyes, and chop you into mincemeat for the dogs!" Gong Benbu roared, his facial muscles twisting with the fury in his heart.

Ye Ling's expression darkened, and he coldly chuckled, "Heh, do all the shameless old folks have such a heavy taste now? Since you're so eager to seek death, then I shall oblige you!"

After Ye Ling finished speaking, he whirled the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand and stabbed directly at Gong Benbu's head.

Gong Benbu had already mastered this move, which was powerful, yet he hadn't expected Ye Ling to try to finish him off with such a simple tactic.

Gong Benbu snorted coldly, neither dodging nor evading, but instead swung his katana at Ye Ling's Snow Drinking Blade.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound reached everyone's ears, and the Snow Drinking Blade actually broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

At the same time, Gong Benbu's wrist also felt a slight pain. He looked down to see a drop of crimson blood flowing from his wrist.

"How is this possible!"

Seeing his own katana broken, Gong Benbu was utterly horrified.

He couldn't understand how his blade, so robust, was chopped in half by Ye Ling's Snow Drinking Blade.

You should know that his katana was one of the best weapons from his island nation, and even some specially made steel might not be able to withstand it.

"What weapon is this?" Gong Benbu asked, full of doubt, his eyes filled with shock and fear.

"Guess?" Ye Ling shrugged his shoulders and said.

Hearing Ye Ling's words, three black lines suddenly appeared on Gong Benbu's forehead, and his mind was already collapsing. He couldn't make a guess to save his life.

"Damn it, I'll fight you with everything I've got!"

Gong Benbu roared angrily and took out another katana.

The katana in his hand moved like a swift snake, sweeping a trail of cold light towards Ye Ling.

The quality of this katana was extremely high, not an exaggeration to say, it was one of the top weapons of the Gong family.

Gong Benbu usually cherished it greatly and really didn't want to use it against an enemy.

Now, to deal with Ye Ling, he couldn't care about sparing it and directly took the katana out.

"Swish swish!"

The sound of the blade's wind arose in the vast space, the cold light cascading down like raindrops densely enveloping Ye Ling from all sides.

Ye Ling's expression remained calm, the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand spinning sharply in mid-air, intercepting all the incoming blade lights like a ferocious storm.

Gong Benbu's pupils constricted, his heart beating incessantly, the long blade in his hands kept spinning.

And as his spinning speed increased, the speed of the blade light also grew faster.

Suddenly, Gong Benbu flipped his wrist, planted the handle of the long blade into the ground, his expression devout, and he began murmuring an incantation Ye Ling couldn't understand.