Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

Ye Ling's pupils contracted; he felt the power within his body boiling over at this moment.

His blood seemed to be boiling too. Waves of scorching air surged violently within, making Ye Ling feel a burning sensation.

Ye Ling took a deep breath, suddenly bending his body, as the Spiritual Energy within surged into the Slaying Dragon Art, and a brilliant streak of sword light suddenly appeared!

"Puchi!"

That sharp Slaying Dragon Art cut right through Yi Ran's terrifying fist strength, leaving trails of blade marks in the air as droplets of blood fell to the ground.

"What!"

Yi Ran, watching Ye Ling's mysterious and inexplicable attack, had his facial expression change drastically and quickly retracted his fist.

Luckily, he retracted his fist just in time.

Otherwise, at this moment, he would have probably already been reduced to a pile of mush.

Just as Yi Ran was retracting his fist, Ye Ling's toes tapped on the ground, and his body, like a cheetah, lunged towards Yi Ran at an incredibly fast speed!

Seeing Ye Ling pounce, Yi Ran's eyes widened, a chilling killing intent flickering within.

He stomped heavily on the ground, performing a swift somersault, narrowly avoiding Ye Ling's assassination attempt.

A slight curve formed at the corner of Ye Ling's mouth. With a subtle movement of his feet, his figure pressed forward once more, the Slaying Dragon Art in his hands swinging continuously, a series of resplendent sword lights crazily bombarding Yi Ran!

Yi Ran squinted his eyes amid Ye Ling's terrifying offensive. He had to defend against Ye Ling's dreadful strikes, while also being wary of Ye Ling's sudden sneak attacks.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Yi Ran was struck on the shoulder by Ye Ling's blade, the terrible force hurling Yi Ran away.

Leaving a deep ravine in the ground.

In that ravine, blood gushed out, clearly indicating Yi Ran's injury was severe—the wound was at its extreme.

Yi Ran's face twisted ferociously at this moment, emitting a growl like that of a wild beast. Suddenly, his muscles contracted, and the previously mangled wound miraculously began healing.

The once ghastly wound now completely disappeared, though the fresh bloodstains still remained on his body, with strands of scarlet blood trickling down from the healed wound.

Yi Ran wiped away the blood from his face, grinning, "Ye Ling, after being remodeled by gene-enhancing serums, I'm not exaggerating when I say that I'm unkillable.

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Hearing this, a slight smirk formed on Ye Ling's lips, a cold smile, "That's not necessarily true. How will we know if we don't try?"

After saying that, Ye Ling stomped on the ground, his figure once again becoming a cloud of blood mist as he rushed forward.

The Slaying Dragon Art danced wildly, fearsome sword qi howling as it swept through the void,

At this moment, the entire sky seemed to have turned crimson red, like flames scorching the earth, making everyone feel an unbearable heat.

Watching Ye Ling charge, Yi Ran's face became utterly somber, his body twisting, and his feet lightly tapped the ground, rising slightly higher.

His arm swung, and a dazzling white light burst forth in an instant, a terrifying force wildly dissipating in all directions.

Rippling waves were left resonating in the void.

Ye Ling's pupils shrank as he swiftly shifted his body to one side— the horrific force exploded where he had just been standing.

"Ye Ling, you still think you can escape!" Yi Ran bellowed angrily.

Pushing off the ground with his foot once more, Yi Ran's body suddenly vanished into thin air, and when he reappeared, he was shockingly behind Ye Ling!

Yi Ran's hand formed a claw and he viciously grasped Ye Ling's neck, his fingers bending as a terrifying power burst forth instantly.

A sharp light exploded in Ye Ling's eyes. Sensing danger approaching from behind, he spun the demon blade in his hand, slashing back, and a brilliant spray of blood bloomed in mid-air.

Yi Ran's wrist trembled, and he recoiled backwards.

At the same time, Ye Ling's body also twisted violently, his demon blade slashing out once again!

Clang Clang Clang!

Their meeting resulted in a cacophony of jarring metal clashing sounds, and the formidable blade qi rampaged through the void. The trees in the surrounding area collapsed instantly, the dust rising up to the sky!

However, such an attack was still not enough to threaten Yi Ran.

Yi Ran's body rapidly spun in mid-air, moving through the void like a phantom, dodging the overwhelming attacks from Ye Ling.

A fierce look suddenly appeared on Ye Ling's face as he silently channeled all the Spiritual Energy in his body, pouring it into the demon blade's draw: "Slaying Dragon Art!"

He brought the blade down in one stroke!

A colossal blade light, like a dragon, shot out from the demon blade, wielding unrivaled destructive force, and hurtled straight towards Yi Ran.

Yi Ran's body jolted to a halt, his eyes brimming with ferocity. He lifted his head, his gaze locked onto the demon blade in Ye Ling's hand, and felt a hint of danger from Ye Ling's strike!

"Damn it!"

Yi Ran cursed silently and twisted his body again. He clenched his fists— a terrifying force gathered there. Around his fists, rings of black energy swirled continuously like a devil incarnate, overwhelmingly dreadful.

"Go to hell!"

Yi Ran roared, and then his fist crazily smashed towards Ye Ling's head. The collision with the demon blade resulted in a resounding noise that shook the void.

Boom!

Yi Ran's fist fiercely struck the demon blade, which violently shook in response.

The dragon within the blade seemed to be intimidated by Yi Ran's power, but it didn't collapse.

However, Yi Ran felt a terrifying rebound force that sent him flying backward.

He tiptoed on the ground to steady himself, as streams of fresh blood slowly trickled down the corner of his mouth.

"Ye Ling! You are indeed strong, but your cultivation level is far from enough. All of this is temporary! I will show you the huge gap between you and me with facts!"

Yi Ran wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned hideously. Then he slowly raised his right hand, and streams of black energy swirled around him, condensing into a pitch-black spear in front of him!

"Black Flame Spear!"

Yi Ran roared, and surrounding the Black Flame Spear were sharp auras— it was Spear Intent!

At this moment, Ye Ling's eyes widened as big as copper bells. He had never expected that Yi Ran would have grasped Spear Intent!