Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

The katana in hand cast a blinding blade of light mid-air, and the terrifying power contained within it directly shattered the surrounding void.

"Well done!"

Ye Ling sneered coldly, lightly tapped his toes on the ground, and his figure suddenly soared up, as his Snow Drinking Blade followed with a flick, with six layers of blade intent constantly rolling around his body.

Immediately after, he leaped straight up, his arm giving a slight shake, and a blade glow shot out following the tip of the Snow Drinking Blade.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The six layers of blade intent condensed into a fine net of blades, constantly intertwining in the air, before finally gathering together, forming a sky-obscuring net of blades that swooped down toward Miyamoto Takeshi.

"Damn it, break for me!"

Miyamoto Takeshi roared, turned his wrist, and his long sword swept along, unleashing a majestic surge of blade qi, gnashing towards the net of blades.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"

The blade qi and the net of blades constantly collided, with the blade qi being ground away and disappearing, yet the net of blades still oppressively advanced towards Miyamoto Takeshi.

Seeing the net of blades getting closer, sweat the size of soybeans suddenly appeared on Miyamoto Takeshi's forehead, and a sense of crisis surged in his heart. He couldn't lose this time!

"Rising Sun Heaven!"

Along with Miyamoto Takeshi's roar, his long sword also swung fiercely, and above his head, a bright and eye-piercing full moon suddenly appeared, its moonlight spilling down and enveloping him.

The incredibly overpowering aura emanating from Miyamoto Takeshi instantly surged at that moment. He twisted his body, and with no fancy movements, his long sword smashed toward the net of blades.

"Boom!"

Along with the tremendous blast, Miyamoto Takeshi's long sword hammered down heavily onto the net of blades, and the previously indestructible net of blades suddenly collapsed in front of him.

"Hmph!"

Immediately after, Miyamoto Takeshi snorted coldly, holding his long sword, stomped fiercely on the ground, creating a deep crater, and his figure shot towards Ye Ling as fast as a cannonball.

"Damn old dog!"

Ye Ling shouted coldly, the Spiritual Energy within his body operating without any reservation, causing his Snow Drinking Blade to emit a buzzing sound. The blade trembled slightly as if craving blood, howling madly.

"One blade to slay you!"

Miyamoto Takeshi's long sword chopped down fiercely, and a blade glow over twenty meters long slashed heavily down at Ye Ling.

Ye Ling's face showed no fluctuation, the edge of the Snow Drinking Blade quivered, and snowflakes fluttered out, weaving into a maze of petals in the air, blocking the blade glow.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A series of intense booming noises erupted, with blade qi and blade glow colliding in mid-air, causing a severe clash and deafening explosions.

At the center of that collision, a circle was formed that spread out over a hundred meters.

In the exact center of this circle was a massive gap, which was where Ye Ling and Miyamoto Takeshi were fiercely battling.

"Old dog, take another strike from me!"

Ye Ling roared angrily, and the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand suddenly drew an arc, rushing toward Miyamoto Takeshi with a whistling sound.

The blade glow flickered incessantly in midair, and the blade itself burst forth with a dazzling luster, just like a splendid star twinkling.

"Damn it, the aura of this blade is terrifying!"

Witnessing Ye Ling's ferocious attack, Miyamoto Takeshi was greatly alarmed.

He felt, if that terrifying slash hit him, he would undoubtedly be injured!

"Boy, watch the blade!"

Gong Benyong bellowed as he, too, swung his katana.

Threads of piercingly cold blade Qi shot out continuously from the katana, like a barrage of arrows, hurtling towards Ye Ling without any fanciness.

"Kill!"

Ye Ling roared, his wrist flicking as the Snow Drinking Blade sliced down directly, its blade Qi crisscrossing and cleaving through the oncoming blade Qi.

The clash between blade Qi was explosive, scattering a blinding display of blade lights and sword shadows all around in midair, incredibly dazzling.

Ye Ling's body retreated slightly, his arm muscles tensing unceasingly.

His entire being radiated an overwhelmingly powerful intent to kill.

And his eyes, cold and detached, were fixed on Gong Benyong across from him.

At that moment, the six layers of his blade's essence unfolded continuously, the terrifying blade essence sweeping forth, making Ye Ling appear like an awe-inspiring god of slaughter, fearsome to all.

"Old dog, is that all you're capable of?"

"If so, then it's your time to depart; I'll be taking your head," Ye Ling said chillingly, his eyes brimming with cold killing intent. The six layers of blade essence burst forth, blade Qi rampaging like serpentine dragons, striking terror in the heart.

On the other side, Gong Benyong was furious. He couldn't understand how Ye Ling could possess such an abnormal level of cultivation.

His cultivation was merely at the half-step Saint realm, yet he could contend with a Saint realm master without showing signs of weakness, even seemingly gaining the upper hand!

How could this be? Could it be that all people from China were this monstrously powerful?

"Although I hate to admit it, I must say you truly are a freak of nature, the most monstrous I have ever encountered," Gong Benyong growled. "But the more you are so, the less I can afford to let you live!"

Gong Benyong let out an enraged shout, the wrist flick sending his katana instantly unsheathing.

His body emitted a torrent of terrifying black Qi Force.

Enshrouded by that Qi Force, the katana seemed to turn into an immense demon lord, filled with an air of destruction and killing.

"Ninjutsu, Evil Cloud! Die!"

Gong Benyong roared deeply, his katana thrusting high into the air.

Chilling to the core, an astonishing cold air condensed into a black cloud midair, slowly enveloping Ye Ling.

This cloud seemed poised to devour Ye Ling's figure.

And the cold air within was so intense that it froze the surrounding atmosphere into ice.

"This fellow is really not simple!"

Ye Ling muttered to himself, a serious expression flashing in his eyes.

He could feel that the move Gong Benyong was using was certainly not as simple as it appeared to be; its strength was not to be underestimated.

"Hmph, boy, this is a superior-level Ninjutsu from our Wo Country; you better not underestimate it, or you will die miserably!"

"Let me tell you, this technique is called the Nine Yin Evil Cloud. Once I unleash it, I will show you my power," Gong Benyong bragged.

"It could turn the world upside down; even if a god descends, they would be utterly torn apart!"

Gong Benyong sneered savagely, his old face twisted beyond recognition!