Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

But when his gaze fell on Ye Ling, the barely perceptible murderous intent in his somewhat murky eyes didn't escape Ye Ling's sharp detection, though it was well-concealed.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Ye Ling's mouth, while Zhe Xiaoyu, standing beside him, slightly furrowed her brows, as if she sensed something but chose not to expose it, simply waiting to see how things would unfold.

"Hehe, now that old Mo has arrived, can we begin our test?" The members of the three great clans became excited upon hearing this.

They had been guarding the Bahuang Great Mountain for centuries, and now, at last, they had the chance to live in the cities, how could they not be thrilled!

"The assessment, officially begins!" Xuan Yuanfeng gestured with a wave of his hand, and a strong man at the early stage of Saint realm stepped forward from behind him.

The Yan Clan also produced a strong man at the Saint realm, who appeared to be in his fifties, with a burly figure wrapped in a gray robe, exuding an oppressive aura of majesty.

Immediately after, Clan Leader Yan turned to Mo Zhantian with a chuckle, "Old Mo, where are your clan members?"

Mo Zhantian straightened his clothes before saying slowly, "Ye Ling injured my clansman, and now, my Mo Clan has no more Saint realm experts, so naturally, the task falls upon me!"

Clan Leader Yan clicked his tongue in secret, first startled, then his face showed a flush of anger, "Old Mo, how shameless can you be?"

"A high-ranking Saint realm warrior like you going against a junior at the lower levels? You still have the face to speak, aren't you ashamed!"

Clan Leader Yan was extremely angry, cursing Mo Zhantian, while the members of the other clans also widened their eyes in disbelief.

Over the years, they had suffered no small amount of bullying from the Mo Clan, whose clan leader was exceedingly arrogant and tyrannical – something they had all witnessed. They had not expected this man to become even more audacious!

Mo Zhantian smiled coldly, then shook his head and said, "There's no helping it, Mo Yunlong has been injured by this youngster, and now I'm the only one left in my clan who can fight."

"Besides, our ancestral commandments state that anyone in the Saint realm is eligible for the assessment. This youngster's strength is extraordinary; to unlock the treasure, one naturally must show their true capabilities."

On hearing this, members of the other great clans scoffed.

"Old Mo, that's quite the far-fetched excuse, you just want to settle personal scores. You don't need such reasons, I can't even watch this!" Xuan Yuanfeng said mockingly.

"The ancestral rules are just so, if Ye Ling dies in the test, it only goes to show his inferiority!" Mo Zhantian crossed his arms and smiled coldly.

Clan Leader Yan looked at Ye Ling with a touch of concern, "Ye Ling, why don't you go back to train for a few more years? This old brute is not someone you can deal with!"

"Although this time's challenge is only twenty minutes, it involves three people attacking you simultaneously! But you, if they were three early-stage Saint realm individuals, I believe you could hold them off."

"Mo Zhantian, this shameless old bastard, has true strength, and his realm has reached the high stage of the Saint realm. You will likely have a hard time against him!"

Gao Quan, unable to contain his anger, stood up, pointed at his nose, and shouted, "Mo Zhantian, you old bugger, still bullying a junior? Aren't you embarrassed?"

Gao Quan was notoriously hot-tempered, and he held nothing back with his words. At the sound of this, Mo Zhantian became enraged, pointing at Gao Quan and cursing, "You little beast! How dare you insult me!"

Gao Quan, fuming, retorted, "Mo Zhantian, what the hell do you think you are? The person I'm scolding is you; I freaking want to beat you up too, come on then!"

"Scum, you're courting death!"

Mo Zhantian bellowed, directly sending the table and chairs flying, his rage propelling him towards Gao Quan.

Ye Ling's eyes narrowed; with a flash, he positioned himself in front of Gao Quan, fearlessly locking eyes with Mo Zhantian, "I know what you're thinking, aren't you just wanting to kill me?"

"I'll give you this opportunity, but it's up to you to take it!" Ye Ling's eyes darted about before he shouted loudly.

Whoosh!

Upon hearing this statement, all eyes quickly focused on Ye Ling.

"Ye Ling, you're being too impulsive, you can't possibly be a match for Old Mo!"

Old Master Yan urgently tried to counsel him; he had a profound understanding of what kind of person Mo Zhantian was. Even though Ye Ling was now at the initial realm of a Saint, in front of a high-tier Saint, he was completely outclassed!

Mo Zhantian let out a cold laugh, scorn filling his gaze as he looked at Ye Ling, his pupils brimming with thick murderous intent.

"Little bastard, since you're courting death, I'll grant it to you!"

With a swift movement, he arrived at the center of the arena and gestured to Ye Ling with a crooked finger, "Come and fight!"

Ye Ling's fury surged, but he disregarded Mo Zhantian and instead gave a slight bow to the two assessors from the Yan Clan and the Xuan Yuan Clan, "Excuse me for the trouble, both of you!"

The two assessors exchanged glances, then nodded at Ye Ling as they both stepped onto the arena, standing alongside Mo Zhantian.

Ye Ling took a deep breath, his eyes filled with resolute determination as he strode towards the arena.

Zhan Mengqi and Zhe Xiaoyu expressed their worry, "Little Ye, if you can't withstand it, don't force yourself!"

"Don't worry, I'm confident!" Ye Ling gave the two women a reassuring smile, then lifted his foot and stepped onto the arena.

Seeing Ye Ling ascend to the arena, Mo Zhantian sneered coldly, "Kid, there were many roads to heaven that you didn't take, and yet you broke into the gateless hell!"

"Fists and feet are blind, if you die here on the arena, don't resent us!"

Ye Ling spoke emotionlessly with a light laugh, "Ha, old man, if I beat you to a point where it's embarrassing, I hope you won't lose too much face!"

"Hmph!" Mo Zhantian snorted in disdain and then roared, his palms flipping suddenly as a powerful gust of wind burst forth from his hands, instantly sweeping in all directions and shattering the floor around Ye Ling's body.

"Kid, let me show you how formidable I am!"

The assessors from the Xuan Yuan and Yan Clans exchanged glances and started channeling their Spiritual Energy, pressuring Ye Ling with all their might.

In an instant, three waves of momentum enveloped Ye Ling, the pressure on him multiplying by the second!

Taking on three opponents at once was an extremely perilous challenge. Ye Ling gritted his teeth while the Spiritual Energy inside him thundered vigorously.

Meanwhile, Mo Zhantian burst into hearty laughter, "This little brat is still putting on an act."