Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

Looking at Ye Ling's eyes, they too shimmered with a fierce luster.

"Heh, let's try then!"

"I'm quite looking forward to seeing just how powerful your Nine Yin Evil Cloud really is!"

Ye Ling grinned, as immense Spiritual Energy surged from within him into the Snow Drinking Blade without any reservation.

Above the blade, the air was filled with slashing aura, brimming with murderous intent!

"Kill!"

Instantly, Ye Ling, holding the Snow Drinking Blade, pointed at Miyamoto Yuichi, shook his body, and a brilliant blade light surged into the sky.

Whoosh whoosh!

This ball of blade light, like a streak of flowing light, left a dazzling golden trail in mid-air, hurtling towards Miyamoto Yuichi with unprecedented ferocity.

The Nine Yin Evil Cloud seemed to have taken this as provocation, rotating rapidly.

Surges of towering killing intent burst from it, rolling towards Ye Ling, clashing unpretentiously with that golden blade light.

"Boom boom boom!"

Suddenly, a thunderous roar shook the heavens as the two blade lights merged, their explosive power sweeping all directions.

The fierce blast waves rampantly surged around, whipping up gusts of wind that fluttered the two men's garments, making them rustle loudly.

The golden light and the Nine Yin Evil Cloud churned relentlessly mid-air, as both forces continuously countered each other.

Two terrifying attacks rampaged through the air, causing the samurai spectators below to step back in fear, wary of becoming collateral damage! Both men were forces they dared not provoke!

"Damn it, what kind of monster is that kid to have such terrifying strength? Could he be the legendary super genius?"

"No, the power of a super genius can't be this frightening. He can even match the Family Head and seems even better. Where did this guy come from?"

"No way, we absolutely can't let him live, or else our Miyamoto family will face great disaster!"

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"Old dog, your strength isn't that impressive! I haven't even fully demonstrated my swordsmanship yet!"

Ye Ling grinned, his eyes squinting, and smiled wickedly.

The sarcasm in his words was profoundly thick.

"You brat! I'll show you today just how powerful I am, and how I'm going to kill you!"

Ye Ling smiled slightly, took a step forward, and his aura as a half-step Saint surged further.

A powerful presence enveloped the surrounding space, making Miyamoto Yuichi shiver in fear.

How could this Chinese boy have such terrifying combat power? It was simply defying the heavens.

"Myriad Blade Burial!" Ye Ling shouted lowly.

"Shatter!"

Miyamoto Yuichi roared in anger, his katana suddenly growing larger, transforming into a blood-red blade light, and struck heavily towards those pitch-black long blades in the sky.

Boom boom boom!

The two forces collided relentlessly in mid-air, the violent blast waves rolling non-stop, whipping up a fierce windstorm.

Amid this collision, the violent surge of air unexpectedly formed visible ripples that continuously spread outwards.

These ever-expanding circles of ripples instantly enveloped Ye Ling and the others.

Wherever the ripples passed, the air twisted terrifyingly, making everyone's scalp tingle, hearts race, and breathing hasten as if they could suffocate at any moment.

Just then, Miyamoto suddenly appeared in front of Ye Ling like a ghost. His katana fiercely pierced towards Ye Ling's chest.

"Ninjutsu, Silent Obliteration Slash!"

Miyamoto roared coldly, his eyes blood-red, as the katana swung towards Ye Ling with a dizzying speed. Nine dark glows condensed into a black sword three meters long in the air, brutally slashing at Ye Ling.

The black glows, under the sunlight, emitted a blinding light, causing heart palpitations.

"Get out of my way!"

Ye Ling roared furiously, his internal Spiritual Power surged out like a tide again, the Snow Drinking Blade swung down heavily.

"Sss sss sss!"

The moment the Snow Drinking Blade collided with the long sword, a series of piercing sounds erupted, and sparks flew between the sword and blade!

The two attacks were locked in a long stalemate. Determination flashed in Ye Ling's eyes as he gripped the Snow Drinking Blade, his internal Spiritual Power continuously surged within it, and the blade itself kept flashing a piercing white light.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, Ye Ling roared, and the Snow Drinking Blade quickly detached from his right hand. Under his control, it fiercely slashed downward, instantly producing a sky-full of blade light.

"How... how is this possible!"

Miyamoto's pupils constricted, his eyes filled with astonishment.

He never expected that after performing Myriad Blade Burial, Ye Ling could still wield the Snow Drinking Blade to execute another blade technique!

You must know, the previous slash had already consumed most of Ye Ling's power.

What was even more shocking was that Ye Ling could remotely control the Snow Drinking Blade to continue attacking.

Moreover, this blade technique was even more powerful and ferocious, as if heaven and earth were collapsing.

The power carried by the long sword even kept soaring, causing Miyamoto to feel a chill in his bones.

"Damn it, where did this monster come from? When did our Miyamoto family ever provoke such a being!"

Teeth clenched in anger, Miyamoto's eyes were filled with intense fury, a rage that involuntarily made one feel cold.

Before he had much time to think, Ye Ling's figure moved again at that moment.

With a flick of his wrist, the Snow Drinking Blade spun rapidly in the air, expelling strands of frosty power along the blade's edge into the surroundings.

It condensed in the air, forming a massive icy blade that bore a thick layer of frost, emitting a heart-stopping force!

Swish!

Carrying immense power, the ice blade sped towards Miyamoto's position, as swift as a meteor, making it impossible to dodge.

Miyamoto's expression turned grave; he could clearly feel the power contained in the ice blade formed by Ye Ling, a force that was far too formidable, surpassing what should be possible at the level of a Saint.

With the strike's speed being exceptionally fast and impossible to evade, the only option left was to meet it head-on!

Miyamoto took a deep breath, his long sword abruptly raised, his internal power gathering in it as if it cost nothing, swirling within the sword.

"Ninjutsu, Condense the Blade, Kill!"