Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

The terrifying blade energy contained within the blade ceaselessly bombarded the phantom figure.

"Aaaaah!" the phantom figure howled skywards as its outer defenses were instantly shattered. The terrifying blade energy blasted into its body, causing excruciating pain that felt as if even its bones could have been broken.

The phantom figure plummeted swiftly towards the ground, its body smashing heavily onto the floor, creating a long trench and sending shards of rock flying.

Ye Ling's body swayed slightly, and he staggered towards the phantom figure. With a stomp on the ground, he shot towards the figure like a cannonball.

In his hand, the Snow Drinking Blade swung wildly, sending forth violent waves of sword energy.

"Die!"

"Whiz, whiz, whiz!"

Countless violent waves of sword energy bombarded the phantom figure's body, sending it flying and causing a succession of blood-spitting sounds as the body crashed to the ground.

Ye Ling also fell to the ground, kneeling on one knee, his chest soaked in blood, his complexion deathly pale.

He lifted his head, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

"Boy, you think you can fight me? Are you delusional? Do you have no strength left now?" the phantom figure jeered as it wiped the blood from the corner of its mouth, laughing hideously.

"I may be out of strength, but it doesn't mean I concede. You think you've won? Dream on!"

Ye Ling gritted his teeth as Spiritual Energy within his Dantian circulated incessantly, working to heal his internal injuries.

The phantom figure roared with laughter, its face terrifying and grotesque, looking at Ye Ling as though he were a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"How ridiculous. Do you really think I'd give you time to recover? I just need you to die!"

With a cold smile, the phantom figure pointed the long spear into the void, and a gale burst forth from mid-air.

"Whoosh!"

The gale roared, its wails eerie, as a massive wave of wind rushed at Ye Ling, wave after wave sweeping over him, causing his body to shake uncontrollably.

This tempest was far too terrifying for even Ye Ling to take lightly, as he could clearly feel the wind causing his blood to boil inside him.

And the fierce gale released from the long spear in the phantom figure's hand grew more and more tumultuous, as a violent force continued to accumulate, making Ye Ling feel as if his body was trapped.

"What is this power? Could it be the legendary Wind power?" Ye Ling murmured. However, he showed no fear, instead staring coldly at the violent gale, his body continuously retreating.

Wherever the wild wind passed, the grass and trees on the ground withered away, and dead leaves were swept into the air, resembling a strange dance of autumn leaves.

"You little beast, go to hell!"

The phantom figure laughed hideously, its body's lustre growing more and more brilliant. With a fierce sweep of the spear, the gale instantly condensed into a massive tornado pillar that swept horizontally towards Ye Ling.

The tornado, towering tens of meters high, swept indiscriminately across the ground with an astonishing speed.

At that moment, Ye Ling's vast Spiritual Energy was nearly exhausted, and he could do nothing but desperately resist the surrounding gale.

His fists repeatedly struck the edges of the tornado with every blow landing on Ye Ling's body.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Ye Ling staggered back three steps, his face pallid, fresh blood streaming from the corner of his mouth. His clothes had been torn to shreds by the fierce wind, leaving him in tatters—a clear testament to the gale's ferocity.

Ye Ling gasped heavily, his gaze cold and indifferent as he stared at the tornado column.

"You little beast, can you escape now!"

The phantom burst out into a loud laugh, eyes filled with mockery, "You little bastard, now you just wait to die. I'll make sure you have no grave to rest in!"

"Whoosh!"

The long spear in the phantom's hand vibrated and then suddenly shot towards Ye Ling with a silver glow flickering incessantly, showing the spear's absolute sharpness and terror.

"You little beast, go to hell!"

"Swoosh, swoosh!"

The long spear spun continuously, and in the blink of an eye, these spinning spears had turned into a dizzying array of afterimages, covering the sky and sweeping over Ye Ling with each one containing horrifying killing intent.

Ye Ling clenched his teeth, his toes lightly touched the ground, and his body shot out like a cheetah, darting left and right like a ghost in the fierce wind.

However, no matter how Ye Ling dodged, he could never escape the relentless gales, and bloodstains continued to spread on his body, staining his clothes with mottled blood.

"Pfft!"

A stream of fresh blood dripped from the corner of Ye Ling's mouth to the ground, his complexion frightfully pale.

Those broken long spears continuously pierced through Ye Ling's body, blood flowing down, wetting the ground.

Ye Ling staggered backward, his eyes filled with a blood-red malignant air, his body trembled, and a burst of violent power erupted from within.

"Roar!"

Ye Ling roared up at the sky as the power inside him soared instantly. He felt as though he was being crushed by a mountain, gasping for breath.

"Kid, I'd advise you to stop struggling; it's useless. Today, you're undoubtedly going to die!" The phantom held the long spear, standing in place, coldly smiling at Ye Ling, his eyes gleaming with ferocity.

Ye Ling's eyes were bloodshot, the power in his body increasing ceaselessly. The Spiritual Energy inside him gathered swiftly, quickly converging inside Ye Ling and then into his Dantian.

"I will kill you!"

"I must kill you!"

"You damn thing!"

Ye Ling roared angrily, pushed off with his toes, and his body leaped abruptly, jumping into the air and hovering in the void.

In his hand, he held the Snow Drinking Blade, his eyes burning with fury and intent to kill, his body racing towards the phantom, the Snow Drinking Blade directly targeting the adversary.

Yes, at this moment, Ye Ling chose to burn his soul!

There was no choice. As a fighter on the verge of the Saint realm without a certain level of expertise, the phantom was too powerful, so much so that Ye Ling had no chance to resist.

Ye Ling knew that if he continued like this, he would surely die.

But now, Ye Ling could only fight desperately; he had no other choice. The only method left was to burn his last Soul Power and fight to the death!

"Die, I want you to die!"

Ye Ling looked up and howled at the sky, his body suddenly swelling, the veins on his forehead bulging out, his whole being turning into a ferocious beast, emanating a terrifying aura.