Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

He believed that he could defeat Ye Ling, and crush him.

Moreover, he also believed that his choice this time was absolutely correct, for as long as Ye Ling was defeated by him, he would be forced to kneel and beg for mercy, and at that time their Mo Clan would gain the opportunity to enter the treasure.

With this thought, Mo Yunlong let out a wild roar and stomped his foot. His silver sword in hand suddenly swung, and a silvery streak, like a shooting star, tore through the void towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling, however, snorted coldly, his face revealing a mocking smile.

"Is that all you've got!" Ye Ling sneered coldly and then grasped the Dragon Bone knife in one hand, his wrist twisting, he viciously chopped the knife forward.

"Roar!" A deafening dragon's cry echoed, as the golden dragon spirit burst out of Ye Ling's body.

Circling in mid-air, it let out a skyward roar, instantly condensing a blindingly bright flame that then shot towards the silver comet above Ye Ling's head.

"What! How can this be!"

Seeing the sudden attack, Mo Yunlong's face underwent a drastic change.

He never imagined that this guy could summon a dragon spirit phantom, and also launch such a powerful move.

"Boom!" A thunderous explosion sounded, the silver streak instantly vanished into thin air, and under the attack of the dragon spirit phantom, the silvery white light shattered completely, eventually dissipating entirely.

The golden dragon spirit phantom continued to lunge towards Mo Yunlong, its claws reaching out, with strands of golden light twinkling, seeming to contain an extremely formidable power.

Feeling the nearly suffocating power above his head, Mo Yunlong's forehead was immediately covered in sweat, his figure retreating continuously, trying to avoid Ye Ling's attack.

"Thinking of escaping? Too late!"

Ye Ling snorted coldly, raising the Dragon Bone knife once more, unleashing a terrifying power that swept out.

In mid-air, it directly condensed into a ferocious and terrifying giant dragon phantom that lunged at Mo Yunlong with bared teeth and claws.

Mo Yunlong's figure had already retreated to the edge of the ring, with no chance to dodge, as he watched the huge dragon spirit phantom bearing down on him.

And on Mo Yunlong's face appeared a trace of fear, his body trembling slightly, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

And at that moment, he realized he had no way to avoid it, he couldn't even move, and watched helplessly as the dragon spirit phantom drew nearer until it engulfed him completely.

A mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth, and Mo Yunlong's figure was forcibly brought to his knees on the ground.

Fortunately for him, Ye Ling had controlled his power in this attack; otherwise, he would have certainly been killed on the spot.

Mo Yunlong's knees smashed heavily onto the platform, and a deep crater appeared on the hard ground instantly.

Mo Yunlong's figure was smashed like his limbs were falling apart, feeling intense pain.

Moreover, Ye Ling had intentionally controlled his attack to be above Mo Yunlong's knees, forcing him to kneel and unable to stand up; otherwise, Mo Yunlong's knees would probably have been shattered.

Mo Yunlong gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, his face filled with resentment, his eyes glaring fixedly at Ye Ling.

But Ye Ling just curled his lip, "That's all there is to it? You were quite arrogant during our fight just now, but now you're kneeling before me, truly an embarrassment!"

Mo Yunlong, after hearing this, almost went mad with rage, yet he was so pinned down by the Golden Dragon phantom that he was unable to rise; he could only bear the intense pain and humiliation, clenching his teeth furiously.

"That should be enough!" A voice rang in Ye Ling's ear.

At that moment, the Dragon Soul phantom on Ye Ling's body also gradually began to dissipate, and his body felt much more relaxed.

Ye Ling lifted his head and looked up at the stage.

He saw Mo Yunlong's forehead covered with dense droplets of sweat, his face pale, clearly having sustained serious injuries.

At this time, a figure stepped out, surrounded by many of the Mo Clan's elders and stewards; this person was none other than the Mo Clan's Clan Leader, Mo Zhantian.

When he saw Mo Yunlong sprawled at the edge of the stage, a flash of anger crossed his face.

This Mo Yunlong was his proudest warrior, and now he had been humiliated by Ye Ling, an outsider; how could Mo Zhantian not be furious?

"Boy, you're courting death!" Mo Zhantian roared in anger, his elderly eyes filled with murderous intent, pointing directly at Ye Ling and shouting loudly.

Mo Zhantian's shout caused Mo Yunlong to shudder in fear; he hurriedly got up, his face as pale as paper, and seeing Mo Zhantian's rage, he trembled even more.

"Clan Leader, I, I can't beat him!"

Mo Yunlong said with his head lowered, softly explaining to Mo Zhantian.

But no sooner had he finished speaking than Mo Zhantian swept him away with a slap.

"Useless trash, shut your mouth, good for nothing!" Mo Zhantian coldly scolded Mo Yunlong.

Mo Zhantian turned around, his eyes coldly fixed on Ye Ling, and said through gritted teeth, "Well, Ye Ling, I really underestimated you, daring to cause trouble in my Mo Clan; I think you're tired of living!"

Ye Ling immediately shook his head with a helpless expression, spreading his hands out, "I'm saying, Mo Clan Leader, please investigate the situation first, alright?"

"It was your clansman, Mo Tianqi, who started by verbally harassing my friends Zhan Mengqi and Zhe Xiaoyu, then he got physical and I taught him a lesson. His father, Mo Yunlong, challenged me to a duel on the stage himself, and I accepted."

"But you guys, without asking for the facts, started provoking me and even attempted to put me to death; is this how the Mo Clan treats its guests?"

"Or perhaps, you think because I'm a Saint Dragon Body, I'm easy to bully?"

After Ye Ling spoke, many of the Mo Clan's elders on the stage had yet to react when Mo Yunlong jumped up, shouting with an angry face.

"You little bastard, spouting nonsense! It's their honor that my son Mo Tianqi fancied those two girls, and you actually dared to refuse?"

"Do you know what the consequences of offending the Mo Family are? You actually dared to insult the Mo Family; you're truly seeking death!"

Mo Yunlong bellowed with fury, his face livid, veins on his forehead throbbing, clearly incensed.

Ye Ling grinned with a sneer, his face suddenly showing a fierce expression, "Shut the hell up, you loser!"

"I, Ye Ling, have never feared any power, including the Mo Family; so what? I'd like to see what kind of storm the Mo Family can stir up!"