Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

A primitive strongman sneered. "Indeed, but this guy is indeed a bit tricky, we mustn't act rashly!" Another primitive strongman also spoke in a deep voice.

"Haha! You little brat, I admit, your luck was good just now, but this time, it's different. Let's send you to the afterlife!"

As he spoke, Mo Zhantian's hand suddenly launched a black spear, its tip aimed directly at Ye Ling's brow, an icy chill of murderous intent rippling at its point.

Ye Ling's pupils shrank, sensing the terrifying aura transmitted from the tip of the spear!

The next second, the attacks of the three primitives followed in quick succession, a murderous onslaught like a tidal wave heading straight for Ye Ling.

Ye Ling's eyes turned cold; he had anticipated such a scene but had never imagined it coming so swiftly.

"Sky-shaking Strike!"

Ye Ling roared, and his right hand shot up suddenly, his wrist flicking. The Dragon Bone knife traced a brilliant arc, cutting directly down upon the oncoming spear.

A thunderous boom sounded, a powerful surge of force swept around, kicking up dust.

Ye Ling advanced instead of retreating, swinging the Dragon Bone knife in circles. Ring after ring of golden ripples emanated from the blade, rolling up a storm around him, straightforwardly taking on the assaults of the three primitive powerhouses without any flash.

The three primitive strongmen practically popped their eyes out at this move, their faces filled with disbelief!

"What, he can actually withstand our combined attacks!"

"How incredibly tough is his body, to be this hard!"

Shock filled their hearts; this was the combined force of their strike!

Moreover, these three were no ordinary figures—each had reached the upper echelons of Saint realm. Under normal circumstances, even a peak Saint could put up a fight against them.

Yet this young man before them had effortlessly blocked their combined strike!

Was this the power of the Saint Dragon body?

In that moment, Mo Zhantian and the three great primitives were all utterly shocked, eyes filled with horror!

Mo Zhantian licked his lips, his covetous look becoming more pronounced.

He knew very well that if he could obtain Ye Ling's body, his strength would soar to staggering levels.

Not only did Mo Zhantian think this way, but the other three primitives felt the same, their eyes ablaze with fervor as they looked at Ye Ling like hungry wolves eyeing their prey!

"Let us four attack together, don't give him a chance to breathe!" Mo Zhantian said coldly. They all nodded, and in their palms appeared dark ominous-looking weapons.

The dark weapons emitted a dense black aura, looking ferocious and terrifying.

"Ye Ling, with the four of us joining forces, even if your physique is powerful, you will undoubtedly be ground to pieces in our hands," Mo Zhantian said through clenched teeth, seething with indignation.

The other three primitives also looked grim, their eyes full of a sinister chill.

"Is that so? I'd like to see what abilities you have!"

Ye Ling's eyes narrowed, the Dragon Bone knife in his hand quivering, a domineering and unparalleled aura sweeping out. Around him, it was as if countless dragon shadows roamed his body, fierce killing intent emanating, daunting to behold!

That instant, a vast and grim killing intent spread out, and Ye Ling seemed like a primordial fierce beast, his murderous aura soaring to the sky.

Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh!

Four figures simultaneously burst forth, each wielding their own weapons, charging directly at Ye Ling to kill him!

"Good timing!"

Ye Ling grinned, a sharp glint in his eyes, as he elevated all seven levels of his blade intent to their peak. Then, with a sudden stride, he shot out like an arrow leaving the bow, gripping the Dragon Bone knife and slashing fiercely at the two closest primitive warriors!

Clang Clang Clang!

The knife edge landed on those two weapons, a violent force sweeping out, causing the two primitive warriors to stagger back repeatedly, their arms tingling numbly.

Ye Ling, on the other hand, lightly tapped the ground with his toes, twisted his body, and with a round sweep of his arm, the Dragon Bone knife again chopped down heavily!

"You little beast, courting death!" Mo Zhantian saw this, flew into a rage, his body flickering as he rushed over with an arrow step, his black spear stabbing directly at Ye Ling's chest.

"Die!" another primitive warrior also roared, his black iron rod whooshing down toward Ye Ling's head.

Ye Ling glanced at the two of them, his pupils suddenly constricting, with a wild burst of light shining from his eyes, and then his hands gripped the Dragon Bone knife tightly, hacking fiercely at Mo Zhantian's iron rod.

With a loud clang, the iron rod directly shattered into fragments at the sound!

The Dragon Bone knife, its speed undiminished by a hair's breadth, continued towards the neck of that primitive warrior!

That primitive warrior was shocked, hastily throwing away the broken handle in his hand, trying to dodge Ye Ling's ferocious slash, but he was still half a beat too slow, his neck was cut open directly, blood spurting out and staining his whole neck red!

This scene stunned everyone!

Mo Zhantian joined forces with the three mighty primitive warriors, yet they couldn't even withstand a single move, and were directly killed by Ye Ling!

This guy's strength was just too freakish!

After a brief moment of shock, seeing their companion killed by Ye Ling, the pupils of the other two primitive warriors involuntarily turned blood red, a fierce murderous intent in their eyes!

"You little beast, I want you dead!" one of the primitive warriors bellowed, his spear dancing in his hand, sending spear shadows tearing through the wind with a whistling sound.

A dense array of spear shadows enveloped Ye Ling's head from above, surrounding him completely.

Ye Ling's feet tapped on the void in rapid succession, evading those dense spear shadows, and in his hands, the Dragon Bone knife swept through his enemies like a true dragon, unstoppable, an overwhelming force!

Puff Puff Puff!

The spear shadows were all pierced through by Ye Ling's Dragon Bone knife, dissolving into speckles of light that disappeared into the air.

"Damn brat, face my sword!"

Another primitive warrior, angered by the death of his companion, swung his long sword, spinning intricate sword flowers, his killing intent surging!

Ye Ling took a deep breath, stamped his foot, and like a cannonball, he shot out, the Dragon Bone knife in his hand sweeping cold and sharp air across all directions.

Blade energies shot out from the Dragon Bone knife, like streaks of lightning racing forward, tearing apart those terrifying spear shadows.

"Die!" That primitive warrior was taken aback by Ye Ling's sharpness, his long sword trembling intensely, a terrifying sword beam erupting, heading straight for Ye Ling.

Mo Zhantian and another primitive warrior exchanged glances, without uttering a word, they charged towards Ye Ling, attacking from both sides to pincer him.