Super War God in the City

The Peak Masters like Dong Yanghua from various mountains suddenly stood up, their faces unable to hide their shocked expressions of astonishment.

Gripped by utter shock, the attack launched by Ruan Yulong now threatened them; merely the aftershock of its power caused several of them to involuntarily turn pale, their heads throbbing with pain.

At the moment Ling Fan ignored Ruan Yulong's sound wave attack, they had all been ready to intervene.

Yet, they initially thought that after Ruan Yulong's Sound Barrier attack had failed, he would be out of options.

It was entirely beyond their expectations that he still had a trump card, one that they had never heard of!

The thought of it could not but horrify and unnerve them; such a sound wave attack might lack substantive lethality, but its mental impact was too terrifying!

Once affected, one could only become a living target for slaughter!

They asked themselves if, in the current situation, should they face Ruan Yulong alone and were unable to break free from the sound wave's influence, defeat would be more likely than victory.

In the arena, those with a Cultivation above the Martial Saint Realm were still barely holding on, aware that they were only being hit by the residual waves of the sound and were not, like Ling Fan, at the core of the attack.

As for those of the Grandmaster Realm and the Witch Disciples, they had completely lost consciousness, their minds trapped in a brief void.

"Is this... the true strength of Ruan Yulong!" Dong Weiyue, with her Protective Gang Qi output, barely fended off the influence of the sound waves, her eyes filled with shock.

Lan Zihan's face suddenly changed, her gaze intent on Ling Fan as even she was affected by the sound, turning pale.

The usually composed Feng Xiaobai furrowed his brows, gripping the Plum Blossom Spear, ready to intervene at any moment.

Those like Wei Yuanjie, who could barely resist the influence of the Song of the Netherworld, were all shockingly agitated.

"Young Master Ruan has actually become this strong; given time, he will surely step into the Half-step Divine Realm, even the God Realm!" Huang Yuanwu muttered to himself, standing at the side.

"Ruan Yulong is truly worthy of being called the pinnacle genius of the young generation in the Witchcraft Sect!" Gu Kaiyu couldn't help but sigh.

"With the strength that Young Master Ruan has shown, even in the Investiture of the Gods of the Eight Major Sects, he would certainly have a place!" Shen Ying exclaimed in amazement.

Wei Yuanjie took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "This kid Ling Fan is doomed for sure, look, he seems to be affected!"

Upon hearing this, everyone focused their eyes and saw Ling Fan under Ruan Yulong's Netherworld Array, with his eyes tightly shut, his brows furrowed in what seemed to be pain.

At this moment, Ling Fan was indeed affected; the sound disturbed his thoughts, and if not for his strong Soul force, he would definitely be defeated.

Seeing this, Ruan Yulong was overjoyed, his face growing more fierce, "Hahaha, you're affected, are you? Then go die!"

He was extremely confident in his Song of the Netherworld; the Gourd Whip was acquired by him when he secretly sneaked into the Lost Valley by chance.

In the earliest days, when the Eight Major Sects' watch over the Lost Valley wasn't as stringent, disciples from the Witchcraft Sect would often sneak in to explore.

Having obtained this item, Ruan Yulong had studied it day and night, finally grasping its tricks and characteristics.

However, this secret was known to no one other than himself.

"Swoosh!"

Ruan Yulong's wrist jerked violently, and the eighteen gourds suddenly detached from the whip itself, forming an Array suspended above Ling Fan's head.

The Eighteen Section Whip roared like a python, sweeping horizontally towards Ling Fan; if struck, he would undoubtedly be severed in two.

As the Hunting Blade-like whip was about to reach him, and Ling Fan remained motionless on the spot, the still-conscious onlookers suddenly became excited.

"No good, Ling Fan, wake up!" Lan Zihan cried out in alarm, moving instinctively to rush towards Ling Fan in an attempt to block Ruan Yulong's attack.

Feng Xiaobai, without a second word at this critical moment, charged fiercely at Ruan Yulong. He felt that the whip was unstoppable, so the only option was to attack Ruan Yulong directly.

Just then, "Swoosh!" Ruan Yulong's piercing whip sliced through Ling Fan's waist as if slashing through air.

"Ling Fan!" Lan Zihan's face changed dramatically as she cried out in horror.

"Boss!" Feng Xiaobai's eyes widened in fury.

Ruan Yulong's eyes shone brightly, bursting with sharpness, and his heart was filled with immense excitement, "Haha, too weak to withstand a single blow, yet still you died under my whip!"

"Ruan Yulong is too strong, no one can remain unaffected by that sound; as long as one cannot resist the influence of this sound, he will forever stand on the invincible ground!" Jia Qingsheng said with a grave expression.

Upon hearing this, the faces of the others inadvertently revealed a trace of relief.

"If it weren't for the Saintess bringing that idiot to clash with Ruan Yulong, we wouldn't have known how deeply he had hidden his true strength. If we had rashly confronted him later, we would definitely suffer!" Liang Cheng'en muttered to himself.

"Right now, for us, it's a godsent opportunity. The kid brought back by the Saintess is already dead, and a fissure has already appeared between Di Jiang Peak and the Wushen Lineage.

If there are no surprises, Tianwu Peak will definitely not aid the Wushen Lineage.

At this moment, with the Sect Hierarch in seclusion and no one to oversee the big picture, it seems we should strike while the iron is hot!" Lu Hongshuo's eyes sparkled with sharp light.

However, the moment his words ended, a sudden change shocked everyone in the arena.

"Aren't you celebrating too early? To kill me, you'll need a few more years of practice!" A faint voice suddenly rang out in the arena.

"Whoosh!"

A silent sword light flashed by, and Ling Fan appeared in front of Ruan Yulong, pressing the sword on his shoulder, the blade just a hair's breadth from his neck. With just a slight movement, it could sever his neck.

"What? Not... not dead?" Everyone in the venue turned pale.

This sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard. Dong Yanghua and the others on the viewing platform were also agape, dumbfounded.

"Ling Fan!"

"Boss!"

Lan Zihan and Feng Xiaobai, seeing this, couldn't help but cheer, their faces filled with surprise and excitement.

At the same time, the body of Ling Fan that had been struck by the Eighteen Section Whip gradually turned into an illusion and disappeared without a trace, clearly a residual image.

But amidst the astonished expressions of everyone in the audience, the twist was not yet over.

The sword light that Ling Fan had just swung was not aimed at Ruan Yulong's shoulder, but at his other arm.

Ruan Yulong felt a chill of murderous intent coming from the blade at his neck, his mind went blank, and his eyes glazed over.

"How... how can this be..." Ruan Yulong muttered to himself.

"Thud~"

The sound of a heavy object falling suddenly echoed.

"Hiss~"

The sight made everyone shiver and gasp for air.

The scene before them was Ruan Yulong's whip-holding right hand being severed, falling to the ground. Along with it fell the Netherworld Array, which had lost the support of Origin Force, mid-air.

The Eighteen Gourds also fell to the ground, producing a series of crisp clashing sounds.

The stunned Ruan Yulong numbly turned his head to look at his right arm, recalling the instant when he had lost all sensation in that arm.

And the horrified expressions of the people told him a foreboding feeling was arising within him.

But in just a moment, he saw his muscular arm lying on the ground, still holding the Gourd Whip!

"Boom~"

Ruan Yulong's mind exploded in an instant, as if struck by thousands of Lei Tings, on the verge of collapse!

"Kneel, or die!" In the moment his spirit nearly shattered, Ling Fan's cold voice indifferently penetrated his ears, stabbing into his soul.