Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

"You really flatter me, believe it or not, I can finish you with one move!"

Immediately, Mo Zhantian tapped his toes on the ground, his figure shot up into the air like an arrow, both hands formed claws, tearing through the air and heading straight for Ye Ling.

At the same time, the two Assessors from the Yan Clan and the Xuanyuan Clan also charged toward Ye Ling, with dazzling glows emanating from their hands.

"Bring it on, bring it on, I want to see who's the badass here!"

Ye Ling roared lowly, as the Spiritual Energy inside his body gathered without any reservations, spreading a mighty force around him, and behind him, appeared the phantom of a golden dragon!

"Roar!"

A dragon's roar sounded from the mouth of the dragon head, followed by the dragon head opening its massive jaws wide, its dragon breath surging forth, confronting the three incoming attacks head-on.

Bang Bang Bang!

Three powerful attacks exploded loudly, and the dragon breath disappeared without a trace, but it also halted the momentum of the three attackers, leaving Mo Zhantian and the others hanging in mid-air, facing each other from a distance.

"Hmph, little bastard, is this your strongest strength, not bad, but this is as far as you go!"

Mo Zhantian sneered, contempt and mockery in his eyes, then shook his wrist, veins bulging on his arm.

An overbearing aura flowed swiftly through his fist, turning into a grey-blue sphere of light, which heavily smashed down onto the ground.

Boom!

The power of this punch was earth-shattering, the ground instantly collapsed, and dust filled the air!

"This is just the beginning, in the following fight, I will make your death a miserable one!"

Mo Zhantian laughed ferociously, lightly tapping his toe on the ground, a strong surge of force shook off the dust.

Ye Ling's pupils suddenly constricted, this old bastard actually had such a terrifying punch!

Similarly, the two Assessors from the Yan Clan and the Xuanyuan Clan, upon witnessing this scene, their eyes flashed with a hint of gravity.

Mo Zhantian was indeed not to be underestimated. If Ye Ling relied solely on his own strength to fight against Mo Zhantian, he would certainly be no match for Mo Zhantian!

But due to their ancestral teachings, the two had to follow, sighing lightly, they circulated their Spiritual Energy and followed Mo Zhantian in rushing toward Ye Ling.

"Hehe, kid, didn't you want to challenge the three of us? Now, I will be the one to send you on your way, prepare to die!"

Mo Zhantian sneered, his figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Ye Ling, his palm reaching forward, grabbing directly at Ye Ling's chest.

Ye Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, he tiptoed and his body suddenly shifted to the side, barely avoiding Mo Zhantian's terrifying claw.

But Mo Zhantian did not retract his claw after missing, instead, he turned it in a sweeping motion, aiming directly for Ye Ling's shoulder!

"Hmph! Trivial tricks!"

Ye Ling's lips curled with a mocking smile, he flicked his wrist, and a strand of Spiritual Energy shot out along his right arm, colliding plainly with Mo Zhantian's claw.

Almost simultaneously, the attacks from the Xuanyuan and Yan Assessors arrived, hitting Ye Ling heavily, causing him to grunt, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

Thud!

A dull sound rang out, and Ye Ling's body went limp, retreating explosively before collapsing to the ground.

Seeing Ye Ling injured, Mo Zhantian let out a smug smile, ready to strike again, but suddenly, Ye Ling gathered himself and stood up.

In the arena, a cold light flashed as the crystal-clear Dragon Bone knife appeared in Ye Ling's hand.

"Heh heh, kid, are you finally willing to take out your weapon?"

Mo Zhantian sneered, a wild gale of energy waves raging in all directions, and within the span of a breath, even the two Assessors from the Yan clan felt suffocated, their faces changing color again and again.

Ye Ling let out a cold laugh, holding the Dragon Bone knife as he soared into the sky, his body surging with Spiritual Energy.

"Old fool, you're not worthy to be my opponent!"

Immediately, Ye Ling's eyes snapped open, shooting out two bright lights, and with a fierce swing of the Dragon Bone knife in his hand, a dazzling streak of golden-red light slashed out, like an angry dragon roaring forth!

Mo Zhantian smiled coldly, a long spear suddenly appearing in his hand. With a fierce swing of his arm, the spear tore through the sky, a wisp of black mist swirling out, positioning itself in front of Mo Zhantian, just in time to block Ye Ling's golden light column!

With a clang, the two forces collided, sparking violently, energy waves from the collision spilling out wildly, flinging the two Assessors from the Yan and Xuan Yuan clans away.

However, Ye Ling's expression remained unchanged; instead, he cracked a brilliant smile, a radiant arc hanging on his face.

"Now, it's one-on-one between us!" Ye Ling said with a grin, pointing the Dragon Bone knife directly at Mo Zhantian, his voice cold.

"Fine! Just remember, boy, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death!"

Mo Zhantian let out a sinister laugh, his figure darted forward, directly appearing in front of Ye Ling, tightening his grip on the spear with one hand and clawing straight at Ye Ling's neck with the other.

Ye Ling's pupils contracted, and he quickly sidestepped half a yard to avoid Mo Zhantian's attack.

"You little rat, you can't escape, prepare to die!"

Mo Zhantian bellowed, the spear suddenly stabbing towards Ye Ling, its sharp tip seeming to carry a piercing shriek.

At that moment, however, a cunning glint crossed Ye Ling's eyes, as he spun the Dragon Bone knife in his hand, a radiant blade wave shooting straight at Mo Zhantian's chest.

The blade wave was like a rainbow, its speed as fast as lightning!

"Fancy tricks!"

Mo Zhantian sneered coldly, his long spear immediately in front of his chest, blocking the blade wave's attack, while he swept the spear with a gust, aiming a fierce blow towards Ye Ling's head.

Ye Ling's eyes narrowed, he had already thought of a counterstrategy, his body flickered, and with a light tap of his toes on the ground, his entire body leaped high into the air.

The spear then grazed past Ye Ling's clothes, smashing into the ground and creating a huge crater!

"You little rat, are you trying to hide like a mouse, afraid to come out!"

Mo Zhantian shouted angrily, his body trembling, he killed towards Ye Ling again, his speed extremely fast, his figure constantly shuttling and shifting in the air, a trail of afterimages almost completely enveloping Ye Ling.

"Myriad Blade Burial!" Ye Ling shouted coldly, swinging the Dragon Bone knife, wave after wave of blade energy directly spreading out in front of him, a total of more than a hundred blade waves densely suspended in the void, obscuring the entire sky.

Seeing this, Mo Zhantian's eyes widened in shock, his mind moved, and a black ring appeared out of nowhere. The black ring spun casually in the void, a layer of indifferent gleam covering it.